There is warmth
and a bit of cold
the kind you don't
feel until you have
in your life.
There are times
when you remind
yourself to wait,
hold on and breathe
for a second,
and that pause,
it always takes you
to the rollercoaster ride
of your memories,
sometimes it comes
as a blessing and helps
you to move ahead,
but more often it shows
you the most painful
experience of your past,
as it's in our nature
to hold on to our regrets.
You do know one thing
as a writer that,
words sound more
poetic in sadness,
but you also believe that
people don't really care
about words to rhyme. - Rutvik
I always loved to be the first person reaching the campus. For thats the only time where you can take a stroll alone, checking the blackboards which still haven't erased previous day's solved mathematical equations. To be alone inside these huge structures so early in the morning gives a sense of power which vanishes as clock keep ticking. And to observe people one by one entering in silence and within no time the entire place sounds like the chaotic crescendo of a symphony. Some days it will be to meet a particular someone with as minimum crowd around you or may be to finish the long pending assignments in last minute which had already crossed deadlines. It's a thing of beauty to see the place so early as it shines and gives a sense of fresh start no matter how bad it ended the previous day.
On an average in India 60% of girl child are sexually harassed or abused by their family members in rural region I m not even counting Urban sectors
And among those forced victim mostly commit sucide cause of mental torture,
Is that what you want your daughter
To face one day in her life ?
What's her fault ? probably in most of these cases
Parents doesn't support rather see them as burden of their own image . In our society we all are established as a mascott of cultures,tradition and integrity but who knows behind
How rotten our morals and values are,
Pretty Stranger isn't it ?
Do you think buring candles showing condolences can change anything ?
You can provide sympathy but
You can't heal those wonds ever,
Rape exsist in a mind of a person...
I won't blame any victim regarding this,
Actually they are strong enough to hold this burden and withstand their entire life with dilemma
Neither i m saying all men have lust full desires to manifest or urge those who haven't,
become those victims strength
Not when they are dead but when they are alive
Maybe,you can save 1 shattered soul atleast
I could go on & on about how it sucks to have you so far away but I won’t be saying anything that I haven’t before. So instead of grieving this distance, today, I want to celebrate it. Because we have an obsession with tagging each other in all kinds of long-distance best friend listicles. I’m going to go ahead and write one.
So here are 5 reasons why it is awesome to have a long distance best friend.
1. Longer birthdays
Timezones mean that my birthday begins for you when I’m halfway through my day & yours starts for me, much before midnight. While this may seem rather inconvenient, to us, it simply means that we get a 36 hour long birthday. Who wins here, eh distance?
2. We’ll always have a 4am friend
Again, thanks to timezones, when I need someone to talk to at 4am, you're probably grabbing your afternoon coffee. You don’t have a choice but to be there.
3. We grow separately without growing apart
Even the best friendship can lose its spark by being together all the time. The best part about leading separate lives is that we can each have our own adventures & share them with each other. Every time you send me a ‘You will never believe what happened’ text, I honestly never know what to expect. Did you get a haircut? Did you kill someone? Who knows?
4. The trips
Our lives are a constant series of bucket lists of everything we'll do when we meet. Google Alert sends me a notification a day of how much plane tickets to your city cost & no matter how close or far we are from saving up the airfare, all this planning itself is enough to keep me excited
We start counting down to being together the minute we separate. You’re the reason I love airports. There is nothing better than seeing you across the glass door, seconds away from being enveloped in a bear hug.
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Hoje quase não vim treinar! O combinado há um mês e meio era ir para Santa Catarina correr o #desafiobetocarreroworld 🏃🏼♀️🏃🏼♀️
Trabalhei a mais, troquei plantões, ia de carro (da uns 600 km daqui) ontem de meio dia, mas tem um detalhe: eu nunca dirigi em estrada.
Tudo estava certo até quinta-feira quando a logística desandou e fiquei sem acompanhante.
Passagem de avião ✈️ de última hora? Mais de 1500 o trecho... ônibus 18 horas entre ida e volta e so conseguiria sair hoje, para ficar pouco mais de 12 horas lá e já emendar uma semana de plantões de novo...
Agradeço muito a @correbrasil, pelo convite e pela compreensão, esse desafio ainda está nos meus planos.
No fim venci minhas resistências e vim cumprir meus 14 km de hoje. Ainda bem. A #corrida muda toda a perspectiva das coisas. Mais uma meta para 2020: perder o medo de dirigir em estrada!
Boa sorte a todos que estão no desafio e a todo mundo que está disputando a #TTT hoje!
Like so many before us have said, freedom is earned. Freedom is fought for.
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As I walked in, the room was already abuzz with guffaws, squeaks and back dated conversations. Each time a friend uncovered another beneath bloated potbellies and expensive tuxedos, I‘d hear the cadence of a laughter rise.
Straightaway, I made headway to the bar
“Black Label, large please”, our voices collided before both of us gasped at the faces we had become. “15 years, Arjun”, she said elated as we hugged each other
“Of course, I do, Idiot!”
Throughout the night, Meera and I kept meeting in different groups of friends, at different areas of the room but our words always seemed to say just a little less than our eyes. After all, it had taken a separation, some growing up and a lot of letting go to be comfortable with the retelling of an old tale.
A month back, I received an invite for the school reunion but only as I stood there watching Meera clutch my arm while laughing, did I realize that even as layers of time settle on relationships, old habits survive.
Much later that night, after she had declined twice, Meera sheepishly asked for my jacket as the winds grew colder. The party upstairs was still a ball but we’d decided to take a quiet stroll outside. It’s the alcohol you know, she said slightly tipsy, I am generally not so loud. I smiled back warmly as our fingers finally slid between each other’s. I know, it is the alcohol, I said, as we leaned into a kiss.