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18 SEP 2017 AT 20:59

Monday, September 18th
11.11 pm

Beneath my slience
my ignorance
my straight face
and unaffected gaze,
lies a beating creature
the one who owns your pain
and makes it weigh heavier,
each time I compare it to mine.
I can feel the soreness crawling
into each pore of my flesh and soul.

~ If only I could tell you.
~ If only you cared to know.

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29 SEP 2018 AT 9:30

She made me believe

11:11

As positive vibe and not just a coincidence.

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15 FEB 2019 AT 20:59

Friday, February 15th
11.11 pm

I baked brownies today. Gluten free, sugar free, crumbly and cakey; just the way you would like it. For the first time I added walnuts too without you reminding me to do so. Nevertheless, I would pick them off, because I still hate walnuts unlike you. Funny, how we get reminded of eensy details about someone, when they are no longer a significant part of our lives.

I am sure you would remember how passionately I would talk about having my own bakery business. Lately I had found my love for cooking and baking, and talking about it to you would feel as soulful as gorging myself with double chocolate chip, nut free fudgy brownies. But do you remember how we were not on conversing terms the last time I had baked a few, and you hadn't even tasted a bite?

~ Do you get reminded of me, everytime you eat brownies too?

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17 JUN 2021 AT 2:41

Those eyes of her that beamed with fierceness,
as if an undefeated armour daring the world,
Are now filled with tears of helplessness
often staring at horizon wishing
if these miles to heaven could be crossed.

Those lips that smiled humbly
remembering her initial marriage days,
telling stories of their love and younger selves,
Now fail to gather words to express her share of agony
as if only his ears were meant to hear her vulnerable bit.

Those hands that adorned 24 red bangles on each side and henna;
and never got tired of sweating blood
to build his home and family,
Now are pale and being stared at,
caressing the emptiness in between the fingers
wondering if the spaces between
could have been filled from where everything slipped.

The heart that was filled
with so much courage and love,
Now aches to beat with his absence,
longs to cook one last meal for him.

The pandemic did not just left her with a wounded soul
but also with an unprecedent earnestness
to meet him and tell him
how much she missed him each second of each day.

~ My grandmother waits to meet grandfather in another world.

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8 FEB 2019 AT 16:47


February 8th, 2019
11.11 am

I am trying to get over you as you believe I would someday.

People would ask me "Why have I stopped writing, been so long?" And I would answer them "I have been keeping busy."
Truly, I was busy writing my days and nights with your being. Over the period of three years, we not just shared our laughter, insecurities, tears and emotional burdens with each other, but also the pieces of our souls. Being the inexpressive person you are, I would feel the luckiest to see your soul naked yet comfortable with mine. And being the super expressive I am, I would drive you crazy yet amazed by the strength of my one-sided love.

Today we are done writing our last bits in the mails. I am yet again saving the emails in the "you are best friend" folder, as I would save all of our WhatsApp chats. A part of me still believes we will read these together and laugh out loud on what we had thought to be the end. A part of me still believes my love will give you strength to move past your insecurities that you are not good enough. A part of me still wishes on 11.11 for us to be together. A part of me still believes my belief will win over yours.


~ Yours always.

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2 SEP 2017 AT 16:02

Saturday, September 2nd
11.11 pm


Of all your sentences my mind plays on loop,
"It won't work" tops the list of most played.
Maybe because you have said it hundreds of times.
Or may be because my heart is done with skipping millions of beats listening to it each time and has become numb.


A part of me wishes to believe in "It won't work"


~ Hopeful

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19 MAR 2017 AT 13:47

Sunday, 19th March
11.11 pm

Do you miss me too, as I miss seeing you two together?

Wasn't the wait for meeting each other after so many years worth it? Or you two were too numb to feel the butterflies and the adernaline rush? Or the darkness of the movie theatre stopped you from peeping out of that small window of euphoria and look into each other's parched yet smiling eyes? Or the virtuality tastes sweeter?

Wait, did you just argue that you are "best friends forever"?
In that case, I would have tasted sweet enough to be savoured upon as a dessert.

Never mind, I miss seeing you two together and wish to accompany you as you meet again sometime, somewhere.

~ Diary of a kiss that was never stolen.

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9 JUN 2017 AT 0:10

Thursday, June 8th
11.11 pm

Let me behold those wounds of yours
which you fear to show up.
For the last time you permitted someone in,
they were left open to dry on their own
after a few stroking and kissing of course.

For I'll not try to heal them
I know you can do that on your own.
If only, these are gazed upon as stars
and not as hurdles in errands
to seek even more perfect and brighter spots.

And my love, I see a warrior in you
with his own slices of ups and downs.
And wounds that aren't meant to be camouflaged
rather ought to be worn proudly as they are.

I would love to wear these with you.

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22 FEB 2017 AT 17:53

Wednesday
11.11 am


My burgundy sweater sits peacefully in the cupboard as it still lingers itself with your cologne. Perplexed, it looks at me, everytime I don't pick it up and choose others to be washed. "Why not me?", it asks, while reminding me that it has been 21 days since I wore it when I met you last.

And I tell to it that "How years from now, a slight touch to it will revive your fragrance and all the memories of our last meet. My fingers will shiver as if they have felt some electric current and my heart would stop feeling numb, while remembering you"

But what if we touch my burgundy sweater together? This "what if" is making me shiver already.

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