In talks with life

Something which is still unrequited..! Episode 2 : The start of a new journey.  ...It's been years now since she has been feeling this way . It all started suddenly without her knowing. Back to the time when Seema had just been transferred to a new school in a new city, she had a very unusual encounter with him on the very first day at her new school . She got into an argument with him for a front desk seat . He was reluctant to give it to her and she was not the one to give in . But it happened that when they were arguing Seema heard other students gossiping about her . They were telling each other that how come a newbie like Seema dare to act all bossy infront of a native student , that too on her first day when she's supposed to try to be on the good side of everyone. Embarrassed , Seema didn't say anything further and took her seat quietly which was just behind him . She later got to know his name from her deskmate which was , Kabir . Kabir was a kid from a very influen

Something which is still unrequited ! Episode 1 : Her present. The messages are scanty now which, once were in abundance. He rarely texts her first and it's always her taking the initiative everytime. Even if she does , his late and many a times short replies are enough to show his lost interest during conversations.He never said so but all of these are mere thoughts made up by the mind of an overthinker like hers. She has a clear memory of those days when her day started with a morning wish to him and ended with a playful good night quote . There were no phone calls except for some occasions , as texts were a rather preferred choice . She hopes for those times to come to life again as for now they seem to be fading away. Her gaze every now and then fixing itself upon anything or anyplace whenever she is reminded of him as if she is dreaming in the broad daylight ... to be continued ...

After many requests from my Anna (grandpa) to my mom and us siblings to visit him once in 2 to 3 months , the day is finally decided to pay him a visit . Me , always reluctant to go has to accompany my mom now that my exam is over and I have no excuse to give . It is basically a bike ride from our home until we reach the destination which is approximately 30 kilometers . On the way , there's always some chitchat going on between my mom and my mama(maternal uncle) which somehow makes the silent ride somewhat interesting. But the topics they talk about are  as expected monotonous, everytime it's the same . Especially the one about crops to be sown this year or the one's sown previously , their increasing or decreasing market prices , profit and loss and many more things which sound just like formalities to me( cause I don't understand most of them) but are really a serious talk for them . But my favourite part of this ride is mostly the green croplands on the both roadsid

 Festivals are a great excuse to feel the warmth of family, of togetherness!

       Our heart is undoubtedly one of the busiest organ of our body , for it not only continuously pumps the blood but is also engaged in our emotional rollercoaster rides! Our thoughts are the reflection of our personality or vice versa. When we think of any person , it is not actually the person we remember but the memories, good or bad , spent with that person.We,as humans,share different relations with others. And unknowingly our expectations from them begin to take roots and hopes keep growing even if there is no prior commitment of any kind. But when these expectations are not fulfilled we start to play the blame game . Every relation has it's own boundaries which we tend to forget often. All this leads to nowhere except for the pain to our own heart . So moral of the story ... " Keep life simple . Expect less and be happy with what you have :)"

  Quote : " VANITY and PRIDE are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what would have others to think of us " --Mary Bennet  [Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen]