The Unforgettable Desire

Last night during a WhatsApp group conversation, one of my friends mentioned that he wakes up at 7 in the morning to which some replied that it’s too early for a Sunday. I was thinking in my mind that 7 AM is early for any day. I probably haven’t seen the rising sun, felt the morning breeze for some years now. As I woke up this morning, the first image that I saw in front of me was a 10 year old girl coming out of her room in a half asleep state to see her Dad at the dining table having tea, mom in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the family and occasionally calling out her son to wake up. And even though I could sleep more this morning, sleep did not come to me. Homesickness! This image has struck me on Sundays before, at least in last one year. This was it. How my Sunday began with a warm Good Morning and not a lazy I don’t want to wake up. Now when I look back this image was real, I wonder what we did waking up at 7 in the morning. I can’t think of doing anything now. A bit

“Saw My Sister’s Keeper. Beautiful! At one point had to pause. I was crying so much. It reminded me of you. There is so much more in the world. That is heart breaking, painful, sad yet beautiful. And we cry about stupid things and useless stuff. Sometimes I find it difficult to categorize grief. It’s like – No one can ever decide what problem is big enough to cry about.. For how long! Is someone’s death the pinnacle of grief? Or simply breaking up is enough to keep crying. It is like- I can’t decide which sadness is sadder.” As soon as the motivator friend of mine said these words, I realized that I have been feeling the same way too. Lately I haven’t been able to categorize grief. Anything that didn’t happen the way I expect it to be, made me sad.  In fact I have let petty things upset me. I have shed a lot of valuable tears recently. Also I have been taking the wrong path; I have been taking the way that goes towards the left in the number line. I believed I was exhau

That awkward moment when your parents say, “Beta we are your best friends, you can share everything with us.” I mean, come on, all of us have been through this phase at least once in our life. For me it’s more than once! Yeah! You can try imagining the intensity of growing awkwardness. Usually I am the ‘talk-without-thinking’ person who goes on chattering no matter what. People keep hoping for me to stop but when I do, they have a big problem; a problem which is more important than the latest terrorist attack that they won’t leave me in peace till I start talking again. I mean no one said that people who talk a lot can’t remain silent. And when they eventually are silent, it doesn’t mean that something is wrong with them. Sometimes they just want to be silent. They’re tired of 24*7 tittle-tattle and they need a break. It appears like they haven’t got a brain but the thing is all the blabbering is just a wall, most of the times. Silence can haunt some people to death. People like

Jaagi jo mai neend se Khoyi un sapno mein Saath mere jahan hai tu Haqiqat to kuch aur hi kahe... Jo yaad aate hai wo lamhe Wo baatein humari mulakaatein Muskurati hu has padti hu Aansuo ki zubaani kahani alag si lage... Jab paas mere tha tu Bhul gayi thi mai khud ka wajood Teri nazron me khudko dhundti rahi Tasveer un aankho me kisi aur ki hi thi... Jo kiya tune pyaar ka izhaar Kar na saki mai ikraar Hai teri mohabbat sacchi jaanu mai Uspe haq kisi aur ka hi hai... Chahat teri yun aadat bani Ki ab reh na paau tere bagair Keh na saku pyaar mujhko bhi hai Chhinn jaega tu ye baat aur hai... Apni mohabbat ko humne dosti kaha Haal-e-dil jaan ke andekha kiya Ho na sakenge ek dusre ke kabhi Sapno me saath hai... Bas kaafi hai..! Source- Google