Across the Cafe 

He looked over the rim of his coffee cup to the table in the corner. A lone figure sat on the table, books spread all around her, her hand moving fluidly across the pages. Her coat, her bag, her umbrella was all thrown carelessly against the leg of the table, just waiting to trip an innocent bystander. She kept pushing her hair out of her face for several minutes until finally she gave up and tied them up on her head. He knew he was staring but he couldn’t stop. It was as if she was the centre of his universe, the bespectacled beauty with no patience and extreme agitation. From this far he could see she was studying physics. He wondered if she went to the sameUniversity as his, he wondered oifhe had the courage to go up and talk to her…..

She knew he was staring, had been for quite a while. The cute boy on table 7, with a cup of coffee a book in his hand… Lord of the Rings. She giggled as she realised he was a certifiable nerd. She’d noticed him when she walked inside, messy brown hair and pale skin, and his fingers. Long lean and beautiful fingers. He had this aura around him, a calmness that felt like it centred her. He’d first started throwing surreptitious glances towards her, before turning to full on staring. She could feel herself growing hot and red in her cheeks and losing her concentration, writing the same thing over and over again. She wished he would come up and talk to her. She waited and waited, but nobody came. Irritated and impatient, she decided to take the matters in her own hand. 
As stealthily as possible, she shifted in her seat to look at him, but alas, his seat was empty. She couldn’t see him anywhere. Dejected, she banged her head on her table, when she realised somebody was was standing in front of her. 
Giddily, she looked up and there he was, a coffee in one hand and his book in the other. 
‘May I?’ He asked.
She smiled and said ‘Yes’. 


My question

My question , dear readers, is very simple.

What does it take? To shine and go rise beyond expectations. To be the best. To reach the moment when you can actually say I did it.

What will it take? When do we say enough, now maybe I can kick back my heels and relax.

The answer is you don’t. It’s never enough. But you know in your heart, that yes, when is the time to stop pushing and start living.

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Me and My Memories


I often contemplate when there is silence, what would happen if I just died now. On my will, by somebody else’s hand, through a freak of nature. Whatever the reason, what will happen?

Sometimes, you can’t help it. These thoughts circle your mind. They plant a seed and it grows. You know it is wrong, life is precious. It is to be cherished and to be lived. But what if you just want an out at times?

Something always throws me off track, make life seem like a chore more than anything else. There are days I wanna go to sleep and never wake up again.

Life is hard, they’ve been saying it from eons of ages. People die, what if I was the next in line. I mean, I took a wrong decision, this way maybe I can get an option of redo, or just a blank dark slate.

Whatever the reason, whatever the musings, these thoughts come. And with them comes a sense of peace. But the peace lasts for just one minute.
The peace is followed by faces.
Faces of the people I love, the people who love me.

My father, my mother, my whole crazy extended family, my girl trio, my best friend, my person, my pig headed friends, my friend who calls me at 2 in the morning to ask if I am done with my course. I think about the teachers who believed in me. Face of that didi, that maid who watched me grow up with such pride.

I think about the memories, memories of laughing, crying, fighting. Of feeling lost, of being found. The sense of belonging, the sense of home. The feeling I had when I life kicked me in the ass, and the one when I kicked her back.

All those moments, my mother’s smile and my father’s pride.

The seed, that little seed, just dies.
But it’ll come back, and me and my memories, we’ll be ready.

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What if

What if one day I fly off the ledge
Soaring high above the sky
And never even wondering
Never questioning why

What if one day I swim in the ocean
Knee deep in the water
My movements smooth and rhythmic
My hands never falter

What if one day I dance in a theatre
My legs shake with fear
The dress billowing around my ankles
Without a single tear

What if one day I just leave it all
Listen to my heart
And play my own song

Because that one day
When my life will be my own
My feet will tap to a different tune
And all the glass walls around will be blown


Whoever you are, believe.
Believe in yourself. Know that the world will right itself. Everything will be fixed in the end. All the actions have an ulterior meaning, maybe they were meant to happen.
Learn from your experience, dont dwell on them. Let the mistakes go, move forward. Make the best of a bad situation. Never lose hope, because hope is the foundation dreams are built on.

Believe. Believe in a better tomorrow.

Somebody who knows

Learn To

Learn to be happy
Learn to be free
Learn to be who you want to be

Learn to let go
Learn to be alright
Learn to be a star high and bright

Learn to be fierce
Learn to paint a picture
Learn to make your point in a single gesture

Learn to stop comparing
Learn to be glorified
Learn to live happily and keep your heart satisfied