Indignation

Is it imperative that the people we love end up disappointing us? Or do we set ourselves up for disappointment by loving the wrong people?

Debris

My head feels like it is bogged down by bits of bygone conversations. Every time a thought arises, it gets inevitably entangled in words, phrases and stray sentences floating around like clutter in space – precious pieces of relationships that fell into disuse and now end up orbiting my conscience endlessly. Matter cannot be destroyed, not really; I suppose it is the same with memories. All we can do is transform them into something unbecoming and trick ourselves into looking the other way.

Slightly At Unease

I woke up disoriented, around six in the morning, to loud noises around me. They sounded like hailstones crash-landing on stone roofs and windowpanes, and my muddled mind concluded that I must still be somewhere in Himachal. But I could feel MB stir next to me, and through the haze, I had a vague memory of having gotten home a few hours prior. But what about the hailstorm? I blinked and listened a little closer this time. Fireworks! Of course; it was Diwali.

Distractions

How do people manage to fill their days?

Not A Bad Day

I woke up this morning happier than I had been in a long time. I smiled at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, danced a little, and sang a little. I remember thinking, this is what happy feels like. I’m happy. This is nice. It was bright and sunny on the way out. Big fluffy clouds floating around. Just brilliant.

And of course, the day just HAD to go downhill from there.