Harsh Snehanshu

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Harsh Snehanshu (हर्ष स्नेहांशु)

I write about simple things that often miss one's eyes in a very simple language. Striving to be simpler with time and experience. Started out as a writer. Realised there are no good writing platforms for smartphones. Started YQ with Ashish. Now on a mission to make the world write. Reach me at harsh@yourquote.in for any help/collaboration. My last book, Green Mango More: Stories from Childhood (2015), is a collection of 36 funny tales from my childhood. Check it on Amazon below.

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"Being busy works best post a heartbreak."

"Being busy works best to avoid a heartbreak," she said.

An idle mind is a needy lover's workshop.

16 HOURS AGO

हम करते रहे बात ये सोच कर
कि आप सिर्फ हमसे गुफ्तगू करते हैं
आप करते रहे बात हमसे 
यह सोच कर कि हम आपके जैसे,
सब से दो बात कर लिया करते हैं

न हमारी बातों ने आपके दिल को छुआ 
न आपकी बातों ने हमारे दिल से कुछ कहा
एक दिन हमारी बातें जाने अनजाने में 
ख़त्म हो गयीं और पता भी नहीं चला
कि उन आधी अधूरी बातों के साथ
कब हम दोनो भी ख़त्म हो गए।

गुफ़्तगू (first wrote it in 2012) Feel free to suggest edits.

24 JUL AT 8:50

I tell my mind that it's over, but then I see your Insta stories and I force myself not to click. I do. It opens, after circling for a while, like the blood whirling inside my heart waiting to skip a beat. There are mountains, rain, trees. You are travelling. Moving on, quite literally. 

I tap, increase the volume of the video of the windy valley, hear you hum, smile and tap again. Last photo is of your hand, shivering in the Himalayan cold. The spaces between those fingers haunt me. I wish I could reach out through the screen to fill them. To fill me. You were always fond of magic, and the physics graduate in me of teleportation. I cannot. I can replay those stories, however.

I play your stories on repeat. For 24 hours. Until they self-destruct. I follow suit soon after, reminding myself once again that it's over.

Balcony letters #44 Click #balconyletters to read the series. Request you to not use this hashtag as I have been working on this series for quite some time.

23 JUL AT 18:00

Old Bad Memories

Today, I accidentally remembered the times when we were together, that particular moment when you were in office and texted me that you read something mean written by your stalker about us. You were rattled. Instead of sympathizing, I asked curious questions. How did you encounter it? You said you’d blocked him. Somebody shared it, you’d said. I went deeper into technicalities, and told, you won’t be able to see it if indeed he was blocked. You got further rattled. When I called 10 mins later, you lost your temper at me. Shouted the hell out of your voice. You were in office then. Probably around your colleagues. I didn’t feel good about it. I didn’t mention. I don’t know how to take offense. It hurts me more than others, so I don’t. You do. In the evening, you reprimanded me and I apologized for being insensitive. I still don’t know how could you encounter that stalker’s poem. Maybe you kept checking his profile from time to time. Maybe you didn’t block him. My curiosity still remains unanswered. All I am left with is a blot of memory, which makes me feel humiliated even months after it first occurred. It was better when you were around. At least the newer bad memories we made eclipsed the older ones — which, like tar lining my lungs, are blood clots in my arteries, making me restless, every time I remember them. Maybe, you shouldn’t have left. I can always trade old bad memories for fresh bad moments. #yopowrimo #relationships #love

20 JUL AT 21:41