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A Journey

A Journey 5:45 am. The journey started. I was all alone. I had no wings attached to my limbs but it felt like being in the air, amidst the clouds, over the rooftops and under the bluish top. The height had been advancing proportionally but inversely to my weight. I could feel myself lighter as I proceeded upwards. Suddenly the chirping of birds stopped. I was onto the height after which birds stop flying. After some time, even the sounds of the aircrafts started being felt a long time back. It was all bluish on my top and ofcourse whitish on all my 2D aspects. I was still unaware of the thrust that was leading me to fly. It felt anticlimatic. There was too much of a suspense going on. And then suddenly, I felt I was welcomed by beautiful fairies, the one you hear of in beautiful fairytales and see in movies. There was one entrance too, where unlike the ordinary, the place you gonna enter was not written. I believe they welcomed me grand they could, by pouring water sprinkles...
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PEACE

Peace At 11:33 pm, a girl walking down the street lanes, scrolling through her News Feed, happens to come across an article. It read '9 year old girl raped, culprit missing'. That struck her mind. The news had appeared following some ISIS attacks in Syria the other night. There were people fighting all around the globe on the name of religion. Farmers had split milk on the streets marking their protests against cheaper price rates. Doctors had been on hunger strike appealing for proper administration regarding medical colleges and their rules. No community seemed to be in harmony. She was herself an intern, away from home, struggling to pay dues and a migraine patient, just recovering from a relationship heartbreak. 'Noone has a easier life', she could derive conclusions from all those examples. It was all a state of mind perhaps, she concluded. 'May be it was like just trying to abort a topic from a mind and actually aborting it. Peace lies within self. Smile...
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Wheeler

Dear Wheeler, Let me start with a line, "Life is a ride for betterment. And if you see betterment through negativity, then perhaps you are speeding too much". I love how I got inspired about this from you. I don't know yet how we met and fell in love, or rather how you became my crush. I don't know when is our anniversary yet. I don't know why I fell in love with you. I don't know what is it that still lures me to fall for you. I am just madly in love with you and yes I have no regrets. I don't have enough words to describe your beauty. May be you are not picteresque enough, but I always find you so much attractive. I may not entirely understand or know your mechanics but you are unique in your own way and I love you. You don't hate people, be it poor or rich, white or black, or even boy or girl. You are yourself of all kinds, big or small, of 2, 3, 4 or multiple types and so on. I love your versatility may be. I love every fabric you are compo...
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Tinkune : A Walkover

Tinkune, A Walkover Right, at the place where it all started, my Kathmandu affair and its progress to a relationship. And the best part, I am still in relationship with this place. Not having breakups is kind of a bliss. The bridge to start with which gave me memories more than anything. Remember the time when there used to be trippers stranded underneath? I used to walk aside each of them, tracing a path that couldn't have been much longer. It used to share intimacy and closeness. It used to be the ultimate frustration reliever. Got to give the credit anyway, since crossing the road upfront, to cross it again from underneath isn't that boring as it seems. Then the walkover through the bridge. See left and you will be amazed at first to see an orange colored car on the roof of a building. I was bewildered when I came to know it was an advertisement of a workshop. So, onto the area of interest. So many passengers passing by and so many transports. The traffic policeman a...
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Future

Dear future, It's ironic how I am writing to you in the present. And it's further more ironic how your fear made me do things I was not supposed to do in the past, or rather, not do the things I was supposed to do. It's too complicated. You had promised me the better you. You had promised me the forever you. And that small heaven when things were going just my way. And then, life happened. You know better than me how you are connected to life, but you should be you. Why interfere in someone's present to make the past remorseful? Do you include imaginations within you? I always wanted someone to answer. And since I am busy living my present, creating the mountain of memories of the past, I thought it'd be better if I ask you. If yes you include them, why do some of the imaginations don't ever happen? And if you don't, they must be past, right? Because, we are too coward to let them sneak into our minds again, huh? You there with me? As I write this, I...
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Life And Belief

I don't probably consider myself a writer anymore. For my only theme left me with my writing, singly, saying "Continue, without me, pal". And then that theme was something that made me play with words. That was an  experience, a feeling, a motivation, a belated 'good Luck' or even advanced 'Wow, what a writing'. Left apart, with words and letters. Not a letter to the theme but I meant alphabets. And then something I can remember about it. I have learned about life and its beliefs. And such a coincidence. Life, Belief, Lie, feel; all of these are so common in the letters' composition. Ha! If life would have come with a user manual, it would say let go all the lies and go with your belief. And it happens the other way round, we start believing in lies and let go all of our beliefs. And more likely, the reason lies within. Like not knowing what is a lie, what is a belief, who to not-trust and who to believe, and so on. And then that feeling of '...
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A Love Letter

Dear love, Hey there! How's it? The environment? Bit chilly? Bit fluidy? Feeling like earthquakes? Oh come on, it's not flood or any other earthquakes. It's my heart pumping for you. It's somewhere you live, no? I'm all good here. And hope you're good there as well. All gods and goddesses have blessed us enough to stay good. Wow! Aah, sorry if I have messed up. It's my first ever love letter and I beg your pardon if I am not formal at all or way too much formal. I don't even know. Ah! Well, I might not have enough words to tell you how much I love you, but let me make you clear dear, Actions speak louder than words. I promise your smile in your lips, shadowing your lipstick, throughout your life. I promise you the world full of love and care. You might get tears sometimes, but of happiness. I might not be as capable as other lovers promising to bring the stars down, but I assure I'll try to make the sky your entire world. Just imagine dear, it w...
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