Someday when
my body will be
thousands of
dust particles
floating
in the universe
among
millions of stars,
I want to be
shining bright,
distinctly visible
in the night sky.

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my habit to overthink everything.

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I want to be able to say to my home
that I'll be back on Monday, from Rome.

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Upon the concrete floors of the metro station, my steps echo,
Yet, the melodies in my ears conjure Vienna's ballroom's glow.
There, to Billy Joel's enchanting tunes, my soul takes flight,
Twirling amidst grandeur, in the realm of dance and light.

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I lingered for what might be called
an eternity for the aching heart.
But you never arrived.

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Recording snaps while listening to their favorite tunes and sending it to them in the middle of a work-day.

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It's strange how humans find comfort in the most random things.
It could be the lead characters from a webseries or a specific part of a song like Anuv Jain's Baarishein at exactly 1 minute 26 Seconds.
When the real life becomes chaotic and a bit too overwhelming with the uncertainties hovering around, the reel world provides comfort with a sense of belief that somewhere, someday there will be a moment when your heart shall feel at ease again. You'll feel love, content, and gratefulness again.
All of us are living to experience that moment, yet again.

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When we are in love,
I'd want you to walk with me.

We'll ditch Google Maps
and let the stars guide us
to the galaxy
far away in the universe.

There we'll find each other,
colliding and breaking into stardust.

That's when we'll reunite and expand
to form our own universe.

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The clock strikes 12:07 and I am trying to find a peaceful corner at my parent's house. I had to exit our shared bedroom as both my sisters have decided to talk their hearts out with each other while Darshan Raval songs play in the background. Hoping for the living room to be a silent space, I walked to the sofa and started settling my things on the center table. I was just getting comfortable when a sharp sound reached my ears. Of course! My brother, the wannabe singer, is practicing his new composition at midnight. I gave in and laid down on the sofa. Cuddling in a warm blanket, I opened the YQ app and started typing. It's 12:20 now and my brother is still switching verses. I am not sure if it's a rap song or a sad song. Sisters seem to have muted the conversations. I don't hear any sound coming from the room. It's getting late and I should either go to sleep or start reading another unit from Life Sciences Part I. I believe I am going to aim for an early morning start to reading and go get some sleep now.

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I realized I tend to imagine the worst case scenario and believe it would be true. I keep overthinking till I get anxious enough to lose confidence in simplest of acts. The observation surprisingly explains why I avoid uncomfortable conversations.

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