Her laptop, a gift from Dad.
Her Smartphone, to type anything, anytime.
But Shine would always sit near the window,
Her favorite place,
With her pen and her diary.
She still loved longhand writing,
Admired the pen dancing on paper,
To make it look even more beautiful.
Her world was in her diary.
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I don’t believe in happy endings.
If something beautiful ended, it cannot be happy.
Endings should have a pinch of pain.
That proves that not only the beginning,
but your journey was beautiful and worth suffering for.
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How is your selfishness?
You can’t even see whether its day or dark.
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How is the person inside you?
Although you’ve traveled seven seas,
there is thirst in your heart.
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Why is there a noise, still in you?
You left the story incomplete,
with an excuse that you would find peace.
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Why are you trying to search for yourself?
When you were the one who wanted to get lost in the crowd,
of your favorite strangers.
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Do you realize?
You fake a smile every time you look at yourself,
pretending to be happy and alive,
even though you sense an uneasiness in the breeze around you.
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What are you now?
Where did you go?
The moment was like a water bubble,
which was there only for an instance,
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P.S. Find yourself , you’ll get everything you want.
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Mumbai…the city of dreams. It is said people come here to fulfill their dreams.
I, a dreamer whose favorite hobby has always been dreaming, today even I’m standing here. Don’t know why my fate has got me here, because Mumbai was never in my dreams.
My dream, my journey, my destination was somewhere else, but after coming here I’ve got a weird feeling. May be this was never my dreamland, but who knows even my dreams come searching for me here. Who knows even my dreams come true in Mumbai?
This city is really crazy!!! It really gives you a lifetime experience.
There are sleepless, sparkling eyes all around, which are still not tired of dreaming their favorite dreams.
The fast moving life. Whether it’s a business tycoon or a small roadside Vada Pav vendor (Indian Burger), nobody has time for anyone. The funniest part is whether its day or night you’ll always find people in a hurry for office or a date 😛 after all they don’t have time.
Whether the city is on red alert, or after a bomb blast, the life here goes on. The best part of the people here is there smile. I think that’s the only thing that keeps them moving.
The lovely old couples at Marine drives, feeling the sea breeze holding each other’s hands. They still see love in each other’s eyes. The old man with stick still finds himself strong enough to give his hand to his lady while stepping down from the pavement. His grip assures her that he can still take care of her, and he still loves her and she assures her love for him with a smile.
The group of grannies sitting together and gossiping about their husbands. Still not tired of caring about their husbands and their bad habits.
The young couples sitting in silence after a hectic week and work load, sharing one cup of coffee, feeling each other hand. Some were sorting out their life problems, some teasing each other, some arguing on a silly matter, some just sitting and feel each other’s presence. That’s there lovely dates. Their happiness is in being with each other.
Children who find happiness in playing with sand, the sea fascinate them. The priceless smile on their after they are done with making a sand castle.
This fast city seems to stop at sea shore… When I stand facing the sea, feeling the sea breeze cut through my body, I feel the time has stopped, I can hear my heartbeat, I feel alive.
I felt life, I felt love, and more than that I felt me in all such beautiful moments which made me smile for no reason. Yes, they are special.
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Happy Diwali all of you… I guess everyone would have had lot of fun cause after all it was DIWALI. Its about lights, lamps, diyas, rangolis, delicious food and of course crackers.
Here are some of my clicks which I would like to share with you all 🙂
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Lunacy of life 