Love letter to Paris…

Dear Paris,

One day we shall meet.

I would like to believe its written in the sky among the stars.

Till then, I shall keep you in my heart as a beautiful lover I’m yet to cross paths with.

Love,
Little

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a wanderer…!!!!

Paris tonight

Berlin tomorrow

Map on right

Backpack on left

Not enough time

To be the only sorrow

No internet

Yet making friend after friend

Second hand books

Nothing left unread

Shared numbers

On tissue papers

A love letter penned

On a foreign currency

Only one bag-5clothes

Yet living In ecstasy

Traveler in day

Dreamer at night

No place to stay

But a plan in sight

With a goal to get lost

In a road to nowhere

She wishes

To be a wanderer

Nothing but 

An owner

Of pictures

Stories

Adventures

With

Paris tonight

Berlin tomorrow…!!!!

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Dear Me-5-Years-From-Now,

Dear Me-5-Years-From-Now,

I don’t know if you and I are the same, because I’m definitely not what I was 5 years from today but I do hope you are somewhat close to being happy. Funny thing is I was never happy, not even when I think I was. I guess this is where we sing our anthem Born This Way. I, also, do hope you are still hooked to the headphones because if you are I know you are safe and you’ll make it through whatever there is 5 years from now.

It would be crazy if you are anything like what I’m today because it would mean my level of anxieties, fear and blues are just the same. No scope of decline. Please tell me, 5 years from now you have finally found a way to get up early in the morning, because I’m sure I would be a late night person even years from now. And I also hope, so hope, that you managed to travel. Please tell me, you are or were in NYC. Please say yes. Please. Please.

It’s not that things are bad right now, not really, but they are definitely at a blind turn. So, I can only wonder what and where I would be next year or 5 years down the line. Just hope, I’m still not in Gotham. That would be the saddest thing apart from many other things that could happen.

I don’t know why I’m talking to you today, guess it’s because I can’t stop wondering if things would ever change like good-change. Would I ever get to stop being Batman, will there ever be a day I would leave Gotham and what about true love? I guess, my probability of finding water on Mars is way more than finding true love on earth. So, I just hope if not love at least you would have travel stories or a new job adventures going on.

Happiness is just a word and I know even if you have some of the things that I dream about, or wish for, you’d still be not happy happy. That’s not your fault. We have been stained by the ache so bad; there is no detergent to wash it away. But, if you are traveling or doing something you love its almost being happy. Not getting panic attacks anymore is the closest to happiness you would ever be. That I know. More than anything, I wish you are no longer lying cause if you are then I guess you too would find yourself with a letter like this for the 10 years later version of me. I know you too would want to know what I want to know, if the hiding and crying has stopped or not.

Yesterday and Today were crazy days at Gotham, which made me wonder what have I earned or learned in past 8 years, in terms of the work thing. Personally, of course, past 8 years have given, taken and taught a lot.

Among all the questions of who and what I’m 5 years from now, I have to ask this…Are you still writing? Did you manage to find a way to share your stories? Dear me 5 years from now, please be whatever and whoever, just don’t give up on the stories in your head even if it’s just for your eyes, because these stories are the only thing that have kept me going along with few good people. So, I hope you still have your stories and those few good people with you. If you have, I know you are okay and I’m going to be okay whether things are not what you and I want.

Hoping and wishing best,

Little from 2015

P.S No matter what, just keep hanging on.

P.P.S If the voices in your head are still mean, ignore. Like I’m doing right now, while writing this post.

 

If I could, I would…!!!!

If I could I would do nothing but travel…If I could I would pack a bag and get lost all alone in a world of strangers and places and mountains and seas and forests and big buildings and  small streets…If I could I would…

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Voices in my head have gone AWOL…!!!!

World is a crazy place because we don’t want to love, we want to fight, wage war and drop bombs on each other, at the same time we don’t even want to accept the existence of those who just want to love and live.

Why I’m writing this? Simple, I want the world to know Love isn’t dead, it’s alive and living in each one of us only someone of us can embrace it and wear it on our sleeves.

Few days back I saw a movie “The Way” and today i saw “Into the Wild”, both are different stories but they both have one thing in common, travelling. While one guy travels because he wants to experience world beyond the money, politics, family secrets and lies and complicity of human relationships, the other travels because life has brought him to where he has nothing left to do but follow the legacy of his own son.

I want to travel because i can’t feel myself, i can’t feel the voices in my head, i can’t feel my own heartbeat.

P.S I ended up putting the wrong song yesterday i guess i was too busy listening Shania Twain on YouTube i didn’t notice what i uploaded. This is the song i wanted to put, the song i would like to believe is being sung for me…because i need it.

To Monday, Seriously?

So last night I put a status on my BBM “Dear Monday, please be kind…!” and I am in office everything is going smooth, so smooth and it’s almost 430 which meant 2 more hours for Monday to get over and done with. But that’s not how story ends, happy endings on Monday are rare especially when you request for it. Monday likes to mess it up for you because that’s what Mondays are for.

So in same year my car gets banged twice and I’m not sure how to exactly describe the whole scene without laughing at it. I’m standing at the seat of one of my team member giving him some instructions when my manager calls me, I walk with him, he says nothing and is walking downstairs, I follow wondering why the first floor, then he walks out of office and I’m like why outside. That’s when he explains “someone just banged your car while reversing and they were about to run away but sir caught them (Our CEO) as he was there at the time. I am like “Whoa! Did I hear it correctly?”

Well there is the car, totally banged up at the back door, two girls (probably high school or college girls) smiling nervously at each other. Though the girl who was driving called her brother and he promised to pay for the damage and he did, I still can’t believe it happened to me twice in same year at a gap of just few months. Really? I thought Monday was going to be nice to me.

I wonder how sad it would have been if the girls would have actually managed to runaway. I wouldn’t even have known what happened to my back door which is refusing to open now. Lovely Monday!

Im so lucky to have a bike, why do people keep hitting into my car?