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Harbourage of Emotions...: Let there be light.
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For the love of being alive and breathing. About the weird woman. Monday, 17 March 2014. Let there be light. Why do you stand with such carriage,. Your body so stiff and alert? And what do you build in your nook of dreams? How dark is your sky? Or do you see light in your wonderland. A sense of belongingness. And do you run your finger through your brow. And wonder what you must be? What is a mirror or a face? But as blank a question in your eyes! Why have you been kept from your stars. Enjoy your own li...
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Harbourage of Emotions...: A letter to you, With love.
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For the love of being alive and breathing. About the weird woman. Sunday, 1 June 2014. A letter to you, With love. I heard you speak for the first time on phone. On the other side of the line, your voice was boyish, nervous. Like you had contemplated deep enough before calling. What will she think? I crossed the line. It was still raining when I went to the post office. And when I pasted the stamp on the enclosed letter, I knew I had packed a large chunk of my heart inside the white envelope. I had sent ...
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Harbourage of Emotions...: At the brink of end fill my glass.
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For the love of being alive and breathing. About the weird woman. Monday, 5 May 2014. At the brink of end fill my glass. 8230;In ten days, I am walking out of this place with my love spanning out for things numbered in two digits! Few of the things that I will always miss and want to be selfish with. THE CTBM (Chicken Tikka Butter Massala :P) that made me the ‘ponga pandit’ that I am. My friends loved it. I only went to get pictures clicked there, in the woods. :D. Which reminds me…. Every evening, at 6&...
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Harbourage of Emotions...: Nonsense
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For the love of being alive and breathing. About the weird woman. Thursday, 16 January 2014. I used to be smart. Or at least, well, that is what I thought and thought so hard that everyone around me believed it. Till this stupid weak heart started racing so badly that it broke its leg and whimpered itself shut. I don’t even know what that means. See. Smartness gone down the drains! Anyway, what gives you such wonderfully stupid thoughts? Praying was never half as fun! Illness was never half as vulnerable.
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Harbourage of Emotions...: Don't love me so
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For the love of being alive and breathing. About the weird woman. Tuesday, 7 July 2015. Don't love me so. I sense it in your eyes, like I felt it in your limbs. And while it never dawned upon me, the clutch of your love. In my weakness too, with forlorn hope,. I will write to you today what I grasped that day. We fell apart because I wanted us to. Crossed paths like strangers in the melting sun. When you knew me, when I knew you. Yet, where the difference lay in one simple word- care. Your ruddiness of t...
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Harbourage of Emotions...: July 2015
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For the love of being alive and breathing. About the weird woman. Tuesday, 7 July 2015. Don't love me so. I sense it in your eyes, like I felt it in your limbs. And while it never dawned upon me, the clutch of your love. In my weakness too, with forlorn hope,. I will write to you today what I grasped that day. We fell apart because I wanted us to. Crossed paths like strangers in the melting sun. When you knew me, when I knew you. Yet, where the difference lay in one simple word- care. Your ruddiness of t...
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Harbourage of Emotions...: May 2014
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For the love of being alive and breathing. About the weird woman. Monday, 5 May 2014. At the brink of end fill my glass. 8230;In ten days, I am walking out of this place with my love spanning out for things numbered in two digits! Few of the things that I will always miss and want to be selfish with. THE CTBM (Chicken Tikka Butter Massala :P) that made me the ‘ponga pandit’ that I am. My friends loved it. I only went to get pictures clicked there, in the woods. :D. Which reminds me…. Every evening, at 6&...
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Harbourage of Emotions...: Darkness within
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For the love of being alive and breathing. About the weird woman. If not this then what? When will the heart and mind coordinate? When will things actually seem alright? The sun’s gone. "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today? A heavy deep sigh says it all. Another day passed. “I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out.”. I still don’t have, sir. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). You reach on number.
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Harbourage of Emotions...: Wouldn't it?
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For the love of being alive and breathing. About the weird woman. Saturday, 29 November 2014. Every day before going to sleep, when my mind travels to places that I can only see where they dwell, that is, in my heart, I wonder. Wouldn't it be beautiful? Wouldn't it be beautiful to sit hunched under the night sky,. As clear as the crystal tears in your eyes? And wouldn't it be breathless to see the twinkles in the stars,. To get them back in your bland eyes? When were they snatched, those little stars?
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