A coffee date.

Its a struggle that we all are in together. Days where every little thing is perfect and days when nothing ever seems enough.  Some days are blessed, with the motivation to strive to the level of my idea of success. And the days that aren't, there's always a voice on the other end of the phone that soothes me and inspires me to try harder the next day.

Its been 18 years, of having to run back to a person I call my home. Its been 18 years of tireless efforts to better me. Its been 18 years of spoiling me and saving me from the world. 

Its been 18 years of being my Mother.

Understanding me when I don't feel like leaving my bed and making my favourite breakfast when I come back home after three months. 

She is the woman who won't let me drive her on a two wheeler, because she doesn't want to get the feeling that her pampered kid has grown up so fast and gives you a million instructions while driving a car, even though she herself doesn't know how to. 

Who needs an alarm when you've got your mother's good morning kisses and who needs a damn award when you have got that smile on her face?

Right from waking up to her face to telling her your school stories and eating an extra roti  just because she feels you are hungry to getting to hear her voice for only15 minutes everyday is the price you pay for growing up.

Maybe you are too busy making a living, maybe you feel you need your space and you zone out for a week straight. Maybe you have your best friends to always fall back on and you party all weekend without checking your phone. 

But there will always be a woman, sitting by her phone, wondering why you haven't returned her calls yet. Because maybe thats the only thing she has to look forward to throughout her day and maybe because you will never understand how it is to have a part of you away from you 340 days a year. 

Time and again, life will knock us down. For everything that happens to you, there are your mother's arms. Waiting for her child to come back home, waiting to listen to all your stories and waiting for you to spend those few days with her that she will keep on reviving till the next time. 

I hope you call her today, I hope you call her every time something good happens in your life, and tell her all the little things that make you happy and how much you miss her.  And I hope the next time you meet her, you take her on a date. Brewing coffee and the smile that you don't see enough and make her feel like you are only hers, for a day. 

There isn't a thing else she would ask from you.

 The kind of love that makes you feel like you belong, to a home. A home, which is not a place or a destination, but a person. 

For her, an infinite times over.

One day...

Every time I think of him, it feels like the end of an era.
So many dreams go unfulfilled.
So many places we couldn't travel together.
So many kisses left undone.
So many talks silenced out.
So many emotions died inside of us.

Insomnia takes me up everytime i think of you, what if you were the right one?
I could've said it back, I could have kept it intact.

But 'Could haves' won't ever get me back to the time, when we promised to make it through forever.
  
Maybe that's what i was scared of, FOREVER.
   
It's a long time they say.

Maybe you were the only one who knew what a vulnerable and gullible person i was in those days.

It wasn't love baby. It wasn't what I wished it to be.
But it was Beautiful.

The world to travel and people to meet.
Soulmate I wish to find, cliched as it might sound.

Settle when my heart knows it, love till someone breaks it.
Dreams I wish to chase and life that never stops challenging.

You were inspiration, but certainly not my destination.
One day, when we meet, we will smile and feel content, cause we'll know it wasn't meant to be.
We'll smile, cause it was never about me and you.

'The One' In My Life.

We talk random shit together
We have our inside jokes
We cook together
We play thumb fight to decide who cleans the table
We fight for the last piece of chicken
We yell when Csk plays against Mi
We have deep conversations
We laugh on the dumb we play
We decide on who wears what to the party
We sing old songs together
We dance when we feel like

We mock each other
We get pissed
We understand
We yell
We care

No this isn't any stupid post about my girl friend or anyone else.

                                        This is about a man

He's no ordinary, he's an inspiration. He teaches you how to live by living that life himself. He is grounded, he is proud. He is humble. He will never hesitate to  help someone in need. He is still the little guy at his heart. He will slap you hard when you do wrong and then sit on the ground with you, trying to mend it.  He is smart, he knows how to deal with people.
          He will do anything to see his children happy. He is the one who dares me to follow my dreams, to never ever settle for less and to strive hard. He is the guy every man would dream of becoming. He is reckless yet so patient. Tired at times but so full of life. He is magnificent, he is handsome.
          The man who I owe my life to. The man I never want to let down.
                                      
                                        HE IS MY DADDY

He will always be my Superman and I know I will always be his little baby.
Cause there is no relation in this world like his and mine.
I don't want to prove those hundreds wrong when they said I can't do it, I want to prove my Daddy right when he said I could.
   ''Don't you worry, don't you worry child, heaven's got a plan for you.''

P.S I couldn't put my everything into words. This man can never be described completely.

Little things.

                       Some posts simply put a smile on your face, and make you see the beauty in the littlest of things.

Because there will ALWAYS  be someone who admires you, cares for you and you'll still be here, thinking you aren't good enough. Love's the word.

Dreaming isn't sinning.

                 You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.
             I hope some day you join us, and the world will be as one.

A misfit is a blessing.

                        It's the night I wouldn't want to kill alone.
    
         Being alone is not loneliness, everyone needs to find themselves some time from this bizarre world, to ponder, to feel and to bring back the happy memories. Wonder about the world and it makes me think, am i the only one who feels like a misfit, in a place of 6 billion people. In the crowd, in the eyes, in the talks and the lips.
    
          You can feel it in the way I try to cope up with the conversations, or by doing something what they love. But wait...
      
        Its okay to state what you don't like what others pretend to love.

There must be so many, just like you. But they give in to this dolled up world, where you pretend to like things, buy things you would rather not and try to impress the people who lack the ability to see the inner beauty within you.
     
          Keep the friends who bring out the best in you, be the square in the circle of the world. You grow old baby and you know how much you helped yourself by trying not to fit in.

         Unleash the bitch, be someone you'd love to meet. Chuck the fake, don't live to impress anyone and find happiness within yourself. The day you learn to be happy by yourself is the day you have found out the 'More' in life.
      
That's all for tonight.
Night love.
Peace out.

Sometimes, all you need is faith.

            When life seems down and there's no hope, all you need is a person 

who fights with you.

Through all the bad in life, sometimes its your family, a friend or your soulmate.

Just one person to make you believe

That it's all going to be okay.