So now that you are ruined, how do you help you?


We all are likely to get enslaved in despair, agony, depression, anguish, pain…with or without our conscience or permission. Love which was earlier brightest or most passionate burns you to restlessness. We start with erasing the messages, deleting the numbers, burning the cards,  tossing the presents in dustbin and try to move on. We try to forget who that person was for us; we accept that they aren’t that person anymore.

Its not the moving on which is difficult. You keep turning back to see if there are any remnants of what  you sowed or it is spoiled beyond your imagination. You try to close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see but you cant stop heart from feeling what you don’t want to. It hurts when the people you know become the people you knew.

When someone leaves without a reason, it becomes a sore point, a point of no return. You feel lost. The pain culminates into anger, frustration, regret and hopelessness and a question—Why did you allow yourself and your happiness to be dependent on one person? the answer is…Love can make or break, give or take, mourn and elate, but love also brings maturity.

You don’t need to abuse her and fight her.  You have to remind yourself that she may continue to live in your heart but there was no way, she could have lived in your life. Try not to remember half the things you will never forget, vomit the anger and pain and do remember a new muse for the broken heart is as necessary as new strings for a guitar that loses its rhythm.

Do remember there is no provision of “just good friends” with someone you loved once, the feelings fade with time or injury, but they never die. Accept the anonymity. You must know what is dead must be buried before it deforms to something ghastly. It will hurt you for a first few weeks, maybe even months but you don’t need to be hopeless because
Love does not hurt, lovers do.
Take care and heal fast.



“BabE Doll main Sone di”


My business was with the next hall but i keep admiring things….

1…2…3….4 counting started so does she started moving in vanity. She became the most happening thing around me. With every step she was claming a part of mine.  She was wearing a scarlet red and white jersey with really short sleeves looking unbearably hot. She was dancing and acting at the same time; she was smiling and faking together. I was in a parallel universe. Her expression has been my heart undoing.  Waving head in air, her eyes caught my gaze. The show ended.

I hated dancing before my eyes saw her. Now I want to spend hours dancing with her furnishing all the moves. I will memorize every single step with my closed eyes. I will become the best dancer that I never was if she will be my partner.


HE ,SHE… a good friend or more than a good friend


He belongs to a boys school. She was in complete girly environment. He was good at keeping people framed with his violin and she was good at making their heart dance with her moves. Destiny made them meet once and next it was planned.   She said good friends. He swore the same.

Good friends…..He point out at other girl’s curves and She can discuss about her period cramps to the new movie release. They discussed everything and everyone. There was nothing weird and embarrassing. Sometimes dancing, his hands on her waist, holding her close, they would sway to the music and sometimes during her violin lessons he lean in close, but they tried to escape the possibility either by smiling or closing eyes.

She was a party animal and he was a passionate racer. She gets high most of times and he swiftly cover her tracks. Supporting each other, singing cheap Hindi songs, with cheaper booze in hands they hugged each other and named it a bestie hug. He thought of his oath and she was still stuck with the promise. They were Good Friends……

And then one late night, traveling countryside  enjoying the full moon sight, Half asleep, Half drunk hands in hands , watching each other, stumbling lips. having finally stopped caring about promises and oaths. They were more than Good Friends.