One Night Stand!!

Amongst those soporific souls arranged in arrays of 3xn, I walked slowly to discover the ideal space to spend that long night. The hour hand had already jumped to the next two digits of my watch since midnight but still my legs were covering that small distance in the dim light. In a couple of steps my body seized, yet I was in motion when I found her sitting in front of me. She was as gorgeous as 6 years back when I first encountered her in our very first ED class. Confused over how to use the drafter, she was almost on the way to penetrate her divider into my butt. But I saved my ass that day. After six years, she wasn’t the same confused soul, but seemed to be more responsible and mature personality.

I thought of spending rest of the dark hours gazing at my first love in the dim light; but I don’t know why I stepped forward. I know it was too early to fall in the same trap again and too late when it was exactly the same trap. But before I could leave, a couple of small shaky steps resulted into our first physical contact. I stood still, and without any displacement, I took a ninety degree turn.

Her tender cheeks were pushing me softly and I was balancing the force by holding the opposite bar tightly. Her silky hairs trying to make me giggle and her closed eyes pushing my heart to cloud nine. I wonder how serendipity plays with our life. The girl, who seized my voice for 4 years when she appeared in front of me, that night, seized my motion; and even my life for those few hours. She was sitting still and I was standing still, yet both with each other and in the same harmonic motion for those shortest two hours of my life; that too when I expected it to be a long night. The to-and-fro motion of our flesh was so uniform throughout those dark hours.

But soon the night was lightened when glow along with a chaotic noise entered through the window. I was scared, really scared. I wished I could stay there for some more time, but the innocent voice of a kid from the window made her to open her eyes. And before she could discover that the stand of that one-night was me, I left.

She scratched her eyes with her soft fingers; and the kid again quoted those words, “chai ..chai..”. She slowly moved her head twice depicting a No to the kid and slept again; but this time leaning over the horizontal bars of the window. I never thought travelling without a ticket in Punjab Mail could gift me such memorable hours. Being a still-stand for few hours, when unknowingly a sleeping beauty and more-over my first love leaned over me in the dim light of train compartment, is the first and probably the most beautiful one-night stand I had; that too without losing my virginity.

Molding the box – 2

The words like bad, minor, vicious could never had gained importance without learning the meaning of division. Under the name of classification, the “one” world have been differentiated into uncountable categories. The one-good-world sounds a mere imagination; and when people ponder their heart for the change they end up discovering it to be an obsolete philosophy.

But, in actual, the good still stand out there, and we are not able to grab it because the other side too exists at exactly the same position. Like doesn’t attract like, unlike do. So there must be something good in you that is trying to attract the bad; may it be a bad feeling. How-so-ever the philosophies ask you to be positive and good, still once a while we fall in the trap of these negative thoughts. And hence, all philosophies sound obsolete since we tried really hard to avoid them.

Feel bad, it will help you to understand you better; but don’t let these feelings to over-rule you. Understand the good that exists in you since you were born. Spend time with yourself to know yourself better on the philosophical or theoretical grounds; but more than that, spend time with others to understand you on the practical or worldly grounds.

This is simple as anything; (only if you consider it simple) Stop complicating, start simplifying. Stop differentiating, start integrating. The divisions or boundaries that you have created regarding your goals, accomplishments, love, relations, mould them so they look bit hazy, rather than sharp. And you will feel the difference that these old-age philosophies can bring out.

Random Thoughts!!

Love is really shit. You pressurize yourself to bring it out of you, and then you have something or other to re-generate it. But sex isn’t the same shit, one can neither dare to taste it nor intentionally smell it.

The desire is not of being in love or having sex, but of being you. Clamped with rusted nuts, we just act to be happy; and if not happy yet mature. And then someone; who was also clamped somewhere and possibly played the same game of pretence; simply knock the nuts and set you free. Free to be you in their presence. You can laugh with everyone; but you can cry just in front of them. And certainly, we call it Love.

Clutched between metals and materials, I thought of penning down a love story of two cancerains. But soon, when the real account that inspired me to write was on mid-way, I realized they weren’t together anymore. I wish I could write their story with my pen, but it will remain a story, a dream that he wished to come true. The story remained incomplete, and eventually deleted from my pages. But they are penning their accounts, anecdotes by anecdotes, separately in their own diaries which will remain undercover forever.

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Socrates was once asked, “What’s the cure for love at first sight?”

The great philosopher said, “Take a closer look. It helps a lot”.

- A story that turned into random thoughts!!

People ask me how can i write so much about love, when I never had a successful love story?
and I say, "One sided Love Stories teach the MOST"