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Excerpt from my life part 4: what even

Oh hello there!

Does that greeting seem cheery? Good. I’m getting better at this whole “fake it till you make it” thing.

These past years…god. Horribly productive and disturbingly successful. I do not want to go back to any timeline existing between those two damned years. Ugh

Oh wait. Let me go back to my doom and gloom ft. Poetry mode.

Time passes by. That’s what it does. Universes, no matter how sincerely parallel, no matter how distinctively different, have time in common. And in all those universes, time goes on.

And these past 2 years, time has indeed done that. It has responsibly ticked on, one second after the other, one day after night, month after the other. Years. A damn era

It was not easy. Probably the most nerve wrecking two years I’ve had in my 22 years of existence.

And why? Lemme list down reasons. (I’m so sorry my formal writing keeps coming back because I’m currently heavily invested in writing my postgraduate thesis) (nightmare) (ugh) (what is life again?)

Right right, back to the topic!!!

Academics, because of my own feigned ignorance, suffered. And in turn, I suffered. And I began hating academics and thus ignorance struck again. Here we go, I’ve found a new circle of self created viciousness. Congratulations to self.

Lack of trust: does this even need explaining lol (does finger guns at self in the mirror) 😉

Self development, poor thing, hit an all time LOW, yes in capitals, because lets be real, when you can’t handle more than one thing at a time (bc your mental state has gone down the gutter and refuses to come out) but have ten things demanding your very minuscule amount of pure concentrated attention at the same instant, its bound to get pretty fucking unbearable. No lies. Am i right or am i right???? uwu

THAT REMINDS ME, I found new music to gush and cry over. Aaaand while we are on the topic of some meagre good that has happened, perhaps the brightest facet of my so called life (lol) I GOT A PUPPY. AAAAAAAAAH!!!!! He turns one in a few days (throws glitter!!!) (wish my doggo a happy birthday pls)

Now now!

Lets discuss something crucial which is attracting a lot of my attention in present time: lovelife aka heartbreaks and longing lmao time to get cryptic AF because WHAT is a scorpio if not emotionally handicapped and a ticking bomb of things unsaid. Their favourite accessory is Pandora’s Box which contains something more disastrous than a couple of demons (they got nothin on a scorpio ok)

Extreme trust issues and a mix of extreme behaviours. (Withdrawn as well as social) (yeah we’re a handful but we’re nice uwu pls don’t break our walls if you don’t fucking mean to stay)

And with that, enter cryptic references to another failed attempt at an emotion called Love:

You came as a breath of fresh air. Really, you did. And after having lived years and years in toxic environments, it was difficult to accept you existed. And that I knew you. And that you knew me.

In this new shared garden of our lives, trust me, you were the rose and I, your thorn.

You…scared me. Uncharted territories aren’t my thing but there I was, gazing at you, breathing the same air as you, trying to make myself believe that it was real, something so uncharacteristically rare and lovely was becoming a shared reality of my guarded existence, my existence which was: barricading myself, my vulnerable trust, my real, scared, diminished self, at every chance I got because that was the only way I knew of existing. Of not getting hurt. Of living without breathing.

I warned you, time and again, there was nothing worth finding beyond what you saw when you looked at me. Nothing that was good. Nothing that was supposed to be shared. Just a mirage of almost real, self sustained insecurities and a galaxy of impulsive, bold decisions; blooming with flowers made from glass, now diamonds, hardened overtime by the ministrations of time. Glittering, sharp and impenetrable. Unbreakable. Stars glimmering in the infinite, colourless, dark expanse of space.

Beautiful maybe. Lonely, definitely.

Nothing worth finding. Nothing worth exploring.

But you, you stubborn, persistent, ever-caring, unbelievably persuasive human, with your sheer will, challenged my resolute reality, questioned my beliefs and urged me, enticed me into breaking down my guard and letting you in.

I was hesitant, oh I was absolutely sceptical, but you, you gorgeous phantasm, you gently coerced me into trusting you, into believing in you, into showing you my real self.

And I, floating on the realisation of you, you and me, of us, of a future with you; thinking, dreaming, breathing in every thought of you, I fell for you.


It was…new.

Lovely. Endearing.

And that was the turning point.

No it really, really, was. You turned away. After glimpsing into my dark, obscure, unflattering reality; thoroughly veiled behind a carefully constructed facade, you…you left.

Just like that, you disappeared. You left, ripped apart our shared realities and left me behind in a mess of my shattered existence.

And I, I smiled ruefully. Truthfully, I had seen the storm brewing over the peaceful horizon. It was soon, too soon to let someone in. But I did. Against every fibre of my being, I did.

I just…why did you do it? Where are you? Why didn’t you say anything? Did I mean nothing to you? Nothing at all to leave me…just like that, no explanations given? Where did all the promises go? Where did all that care and fondness go?

But I paid the price. My walls are higher than ever, my trust scarce than before. So thanks for another lesson I guess, and another epic fail at something called Love.

*cryptic prose over*

AAAAAND now here I am, ignoring the way my heart pains and continuing on with life because ugh, I can NOT be stuck at one place indefinitely.

In the infamous words of my past…flame, “Never let someone else be in control of your happiness.”

So here we are. Life’s going on. I’m moving on. (Or atleast trying to but FUCK does it hurt!)

And I hope whatever traumatic experiences you’re going through, you manage them well and come out with a stable mindset capable of turning healthier.

To all of us who are doing their thesis WE CAN DO THIS.

And to him, lets cross paths in another life time, where we don’t exist in each other’s realities and do just that: cross paths. And move forward.

With all the courage,


Excerpt from my Life part 3 (The last letter to my love)

Dearest Love,

I wish to say so many things to you. So many thoughts I wish to say out loud but alas I can’t find the words. Its silly, really. 

But what’s the harm in trying right? So here goes. 

See, we’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? Of course we have. We’ve come a long way from being strangers. Here we are now, on the crossroads where calling each other friends won’t do justice to the relationship that we have. Definitely more than friends but arguably not lovers

Being affectionate towards each other was normal for us, especially in our own unique ways. I’m referring to you and me calling each other some crazy names and also the time where we threatened to destroy some essential belongings of each other’s. Also let’s not forget the physical proximity and those rare but kind and hugely impactful gestures. 

See, the problem is, somewhere through the journey, my affection grew but not yours. I tried to not let it get to me because believe it or not, it would have affected the way things were between us, however they were– good or bad, doesn’t matter.

Also, you being in love with someone else didn’t really help my situation. 

So, here I am, writing a letter to you which you would never read, I’ll make sure of it. One might say, “Yeah, sure. You’re posting it online!” Don’t worry, I’m covered. My love doesn’t like reading stuff. Chill. 

Coming back, I have distanced myself from you, physically and virtually at least and you know that. There’s a strong possibility of you never hearing from me again, ever; and as much as I hope for it to happen, I know you’re not going to contact me either. You just aren’t like that, you know? Like the ones who make effort for someone they care about. At least in this case, you’re not. And if you have a problem in showing that you care I guess its good that we’re parting ways

You’re gonna be fine without me. You know it, I know it. Can’t say the same about myself.

In any case, until this humongous feeling of love that I have for you goes away from my mind and my heart, I’ll keep looking at your pictures, at our pictures, and I’ll keep walking down the memory lane, reminiscing about our precious times together.

Until I fall out of love with you,

Yours and only yours,


P.S. I never got the chance to say this out loud but I fucking love you.


I’ve traced the ocean waters
I’ve kissed highland breeze
Risen with the misty mornings
I’ve melted antarctic freeze

I’ve warmed the stray on roads
I’ve stirred the crops in fields
I glow in the summer’s June but 
I fade in the winter’s yields 

However, the shadows veil me
As my lover takes his nightly leap
But tomorrow I’ll shine bright, I know
As my moon goes back to sleep

(Credits to the respective owner of the artwork. Found it on Google)

Excerpt From My Life.

Here I am. Again. It’s been a while. 

I’ve craved the woodsy smell of paper and the ink stains on my hands. I’ve missed seeing my handwriting on paper, I’ll be honest. And I’ve missed getting lost in the thought of someone or something so much so that I forget I am supposed to be writing about them. I’ve missed the aloofness.

And these cravings have been satiated now, surprisingly, because of you. Yes surprisingly because you, my dear, are the source of all of my cravings, the epitome of all my wants.

But you never fulfilled them. 

Yet, here I sit with a thoughtful expression on my face, trying to relive all the memories of us. Reminiscing. Its nothing big. Just need to remind myself how I once perceived perfection’s human incarnate.

Oh yes. You were that important.

Hmm. You. Us.


Nostalgia is such a strong emotion. But so is repulsion. And you, my dear, have made me experience both of them together. 

And one more. The strongest one, which I desperately wish to feel again but despise with equal fervour.

Quite the peculiar one, I must admit: Love

And so I believe we’ve arrived at the plot twist.

Hmm. Love.

Yes, yes. I know. How sappy, pathetic and mainstream it is.
But, I also happen to know how wonderful, amazing and beautiful it is. 

Pardon. Was.

There we go! Past tense and love! One of the craziest combinations of all times and admittedly, the most gut wrenching because the ending is almost always a very, very sad one. It would probably make the monster under your bed sob of sadness. 

But we’re human! What are we if not survivors?

So, instead of cursing you to death for not loving me and breaking my heart and whatnot, I would like to thank you for being an utter a** and giving me a good taste of the real world. 

Damn. You really hurt me but you were the real deal. 

So, it’s okay. I guess. I’ve learned to survive because of you.

I hope we have no ice between us.

I will forever hope for your wellbeing and also that you never find love again only to crush it to nothingness, again. 

So, thats that. I guess I can go on about writing lovesick poems and ballads about you now. 

Until I find another craving!

Yours Truly,



Picture credits: @icapturethee ❤ on Instagram 

Starry Nights Of Winter

July 1, 2015

 that is the question.

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