String Theory!
(read short-story in caption)

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i miss you in the sort of wishing you were here or i was there kind of way,
i miss you in a way of envying everyone who gets to see you everyday.

i miss you as the sunflower misses the sun at night,
and i miss you as the night misses the moon when it’s out of sight.

i miss sharing glances, holding hands, and your gentle embrace too,
how can all of this be conveyed with mere three words – i miss you?

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you can say
“i love you!”
a million times.
but if they don’t
know the language,
they will not
understand it.

love ‘given’
need not mean
love ‘accepted’.

because people
have different ways
they want to
be loved.
the language
they understand.

sometimes it’s gifts.
sometimes care.
sometimes being heard.
sometimes it’s
just acknowledgement.
and sometimes
it’s nothing.

nothing.
for giving space
is also love.

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you know,
how some plants
find a way to grow
even in tiny,
difficult places?

how some flowers
learn to bloom
in the dark
of the night?

and how some stars
as dim as they be,
yet wouldn’t let go
of their shine?

remember, you too,
are no different.

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a fleeting moment!

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you remember the time
when you were a child
and you fell asleep
on the living room’s sofa?

sometimes even on
your father’s shoulder
or in your mother’s lap,
only to be tucked in bed later.

and while being half asleep,
how you would still be able to
listen to their movements;
hear them talking outside.

i hope you still
may hear their voices
and the happy laughter
from the next room.

i hope you still
find the same warmth
from those days,
when you aren’t home.

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big moments, and grand gestures;
like parents spending their everything
for my dreams to come true,
or my old friends throwing me
a big birthday surprise party,
or the feeling of being in love,
are the kind of things that people
refer to as happiness.

the same happiness that i
hung on the wall in my room.
but tell me how does that mean
that a simple heartfelt conversation
with a friend who knows you inside-out,
is any lesser than any of those?
isn’t a tearful heart in their absence
just equally worthwhile as well?

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just another day!

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the bigger game

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people leave home in search of their dreams. and it's sad that i too had to leave my home. but one of my dreams is to write. and to keep writing. better each day. it is what takes me closer to my home. it is what somehow makes me feel at home.

for homesickness as i believe, is so much like nostalgia. doesn't matter if you're missing something from yesterday or from 16 years back. or you have that longing for a person who's just a street away or maybe just another continent apart.

in the end, we often end up running back. to old photographs. or voicemails. or sometimes only memories. and it's completely okay. as far as it keeps us sane i think. because it happens with me all the time.

so here's to missing. home. whether it's a place. or a person. there's only so much happiness and sadness that can be felt all at once. and for what it's worth, this here, is my sincerest effort to save all of it. all of those feelings. and to find my home. within me.

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