Reminder to self:

Not everyday is as bad as the last. Let's just live the day and try not to have any regrets at night before we sleep regarding anything.

The flower may bloom late, but it surely will one day.

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Applause ringed through the small gallery as overjoyed people congratulated me. Some had tears while some had a sweet smile. "You did it again man! You pulled the story to the end and tied a beautiful perfect know at the end to seal it." Smiling, I accepted their appreciations gratefully. A beautiful, perfectedly knotted end, they said. I am a magician of words, they said. I curated perfect endings, they said. I took every crumb they threw at me greedly and craddled them like my prize.

I came home, I slumped against the wall from the exhaustion and looked at our lone photo carefully tucked between one of my romance novels and one with a bittersweet conclusion. Just like how I still exist in my dilemma.

My beautiful love..

... were you my greatest tragedy or a lovely story that was never meant to be written by me?

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The scent that drifted to
me smelled like the night
when I found myself gaping
at the last twinkling star before
dawn, the sky a comforting prussian
and the cold wind tingling my senses
with a realisation of innate warmth
still radiating from me.

The night I realised it was
too beautiful a night
to give up on myself.

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A gentle reminder for you tonight

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"Tell me who I am?", a cheerful voice whispered from nearby.
My lazy ears quirked at the misty familiarity, yet blinded by the dark night.
"Who are you?", my voice cried, though, strangely, my mouth was shut tight.
"I came to remind you of me", came a reply. When I finally opened my eyes,
I saw 5 year old me standing, and her teary smile. "I never abandoned you", I kindly replied.

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Me: *studying frantically before exams* to whoever that's listening, please iss baar ache number laa do, aage se acge se padhai karungi, exam k pegle iss 3 din mobile nahi dekhungi, khana-nahana bhul jayungi bas ache number laa do!

My frustrated books ka pahaar to me:

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Just a day it was. A bad day, one of those which makes you question if its all worth it or not.

Drenched in rain, dripping hair, the clothes sticking onto the body like it wished get lost on me, much to my annoyance because of it's clinginess. The sun hid behind the clouds as an excuse to be oblivious of our perils.

And then you came. Equally drenched. Almost equally frustrated with everything. Rubbing your hairs frantically with your kerchief while taking shelter from the rain under the extended roof of the gift shop, warmly lit by the golden aura.

"Some annoying rain it is... isn't it? An untimely and uncalled shower.", a smile spared and a glance shot. I smiled back with a nod. "Sure it's annoying."

But I wasn't mad anymore. I never got the chance again. That was the first time I saw you. And also the last. I swear I could've asked the sun where have you been if it was that day with us. And the clouds betrayed my hopes. I kept waiting for you since then, but I guess it was never meant to be.

And I kept wondering how some stories just have such drastic endings without any subtle beginnings to count.

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