I donāt do revenge.
I just avoid and sleep š“-
My way of expressing love for you:
āI will tie you in the garland,
and wear you.
I will fill music in your lips,
and remember your melody.
Come, melt in me
and then meet me in your own colours,
In the ocean of your Coloursā-
The Umbrella of Love
Rain had always followed them. Or least they believed it.
On their first meet after years, it was their first rain of togetherness. The gush of wind and heavy rain made them buy an umbrella from the roadside. Sheltered under one umbrella, together they laughed, shared memories, talked for hours and walked on the streets of Mumbai until the last drop of rain.
As the sky stopped raining anymore, they had to depart back to their homes. He asked her to carry the umbrella and they parted their ways for the day to their homes. But little they knew that Umbrella had itās own destiny. She forgot the umbrella in the Metro, but carried the memories they made that day.
That Umbrella, left alone, on the seat waiting for another rain as another story to be written and memories to be made, was taken and another love was made.
āLove is not always in the air. Sometimes it is under the umbrella as wellā-
When people fall in someoneās flower
but not with their roots,
They donāt know what to do when
Autumn comes š š
~sachin-
Apna bana kar mujhe
begana bana diya,
Saari tootein yaadon ko le kar
Maine toh khud ko chhod diya,
Intezaar karti rahi wo ghar pe
thaali me roti sabzi le kar,
Aur mai bina niwala khaaye
Maa ko yaha akele chhod diya..
~Sachin-
Your value is the best Miracle.
Miracle wouldnāt happen unless you
Understand the value of what god gave you,
And the value of what you lost..
~Sachin-
Woke up this morning tired
Realising she isnāt there to make me smile
Just waiting for the last page of the book of my life
Coz I have read that every book has a
Happy Endings
~ Sachin-
If you dream it, you should believe it
If you believe it, you will achieve it
If you achieve it, you start dreaming bigger
Thatās the cycle of a successful life
~ Sachin-
Thereās an irony woven into the fabric of human connection - a paradoxical dance between the intimacy and distance.
We build bridges of shared moments , only to witness them dissolve into the river of time, leaving us on opposite shores, gazing at each other through the mist of what once was.
~ Sachin-