Confession : A little Secret

 30 Nov 2018
 6:30PM

A little secret::

Its gonna be a different kind of writting....
Someone so special asked me to write for her love confession in my words ;
& Its always been difficult for me to resist her.!
Hence, I partly penned it with the vow to imprint the whole fable soon..

So,I opted to begin it wondering ,continue with the same & end you with AWESTRUCK.!!😊
(In my words)

''''After being your best friend and telling you all my hopes and desires, I need to tell you what will make me happy.

You have always been there for me through our ups and downs; you've listened to my problems and, most of all, you've put up with me and all the crazy things I do. I love being with you and acting like fools, and I just love everything about you.

You are the best friend I have ever had, but last night when I was trying to go to sleep, I kept thinking about everyone. But then I thought about you, and I couldn't stop thinking about you!
I thought about all the good times we've had together, and I thought about that day we went mudding on the four wheelers, and I realized that it's not the other people I want to be with, it's you. I love you and I want to be with you, forever and a day .
I'm in love with you and have been in love with you since I can't remember when!❤️ ''''


Now, I'm pretty sure that I'm leaving you with bunch of questions in your head but with a promise to answer them all in my next blog.!!✍️✍️

Content credits:: #Ghosh
Thank you @PG.!!❤️

Good Old Days

               

20th November

11PM

I still remember the thrill of running away every time one of us broke a glass while playing cricket. Every single evening the whole complex was buzzing with activity. There was noise, chaos and every inch of space was used to play either the regular or self Invented games.

Injuries were something to be proud of. Fights and arguments were fierce but quickly forgotten. To ultimately resolve an argument there was one sincerely Honest person whom all of us trusted.
He was the big guy and he never lied. All accepted his decision and only after he gave his verdict the game would continue.

Those were days when there was no Internet, no cable tv, no fast food joints, no mobile phones and very few coaching classes. 

Those were days when the building complexes were considered to be a heaven for all resident children. All sorts of games were played, right from Cricket to lagori, from tennis(with a plastic ball and both hands as the racket)to Kanchi (marbles) from football and badminton to langdi and of course cant gorget games like chor police, poison medicine, land and water etc.

5 pm onwards was the official play time. During school days 5 pm was magical time. An hour before one suddenly became extra studios and would be seen with books silently convincing the parents that all is perfect at the academic front. If you were sick that day, at around 5 PM you would start feeling better.

The only way the session would end was with loud Impatient cries of angry parents from their respective balconies or kitchen windows calling us back home.  Back home was some regular nagging, some good food and then we would watch some really classy and fantastic TV serials like “Ye jo hai zindagi”, Nukkad, Hum log etc.]

Nobody hid behind their main doors and plonked themselves in front of their own TV sets. 

I harldy watched a cricket match in my own house. Important cricket matches often resulted into building get togethers. Zindagi was vibrant in every single nukkad and there was a lot of Hum ness between Logs.

Here I would like to introduce you to a rare brand of English language. The English we spoke was a direct translation of Hindi which was a direct translation of marathi. A few examples…
Coming then come fast. What to do re, he is like that only. Then what (instead of “ofcourse”). Morning morning dont eat my head. Gone mad or what. Then what happened you know? Anything haan, Anyways your fathers what goes?(this we never said. but I could not resist the temptation of adding it here.)

Now its for you to figure out the original Hindi or vernacular sentences.

~ @pathak_says

That Inarticulate Love

            That Inarticulate Love

11th November 

2AM 

There is somebody who still waits for you...
Thinks about you all night...
Who is homesick without you...
Who hates being alone...
Who still feels your presence in every breath...
Who recalls every conversation he ever had with you...
Whose moist eyes speak much louder than his words...
About whom his crowd knows that he is falling apart..
Who knows you will never be his past...
Who gets broken seeing you happy with someone else..But him.. seeing you in someone else arms but his.

Who knows you deserve someone much better to treasure your smile...but him..
He's love is unpolarized..
That somebody is ''me''....

The Flirtatious Dusk

3rd November 2018 ::
7PM

The day gracefully departs,
the last ray of sun is just leaving me in flux .
On this Saturday dusk, everything is appearing to merge
Plunging into a void of unknown nature

The timeless night arrives, as if it has never left
The two lovers unite as if never separated

The night is audacious, unapologetic for being so!
Wanders the mind, fearing getting lost in the darkness

Enchanting the self to plunge into its naked vastness
As if playing with your ego, teasingly!

Longing striving to peaks, pushing ego to the valley
The Night awaits, witnessing the whole drama

Ignorant cachaphony masking the call of the night
The Night still awaits..... for eternity!