Sometimes you just wanna hurt yourself to feel better…

p.s. lately I have been having too many fragmented thoughts. My studies and sudden changes in life has left me with no time. But this blog is my alter ego. n as promised it will not die as long I m breathing..

Inch by Inch when you keep your life there are always spaces that creeps in. Well this realization happened in one of the parties here. Next morning when we woke up there were moments of pauses in the meories. Life did happen in those spaces.. The life between spaces

Anathema [Part-1]

Anathema [Part-2]

“When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

The unturned page of ALCHEMIST was whispering the unsaid words. It seems that more than a singular world conspires. That night when he mailed her the reply it seems the luck, the life and the passion were making a perfect delta .In the heart of it was Saahil. Its strange how actions and thoughts get infinite magnitude. It’s strange how the amalgamation of these takes shape of a delusive force inside, which is called telepathy. Telepathy is what he felt that day when after mailing reply he got an instant answer back. Heart felt a jolt never felt before. That day they chatted through mails. Didn’t sleep till morning and when he went to bed there was a smile dangling on his face.

Somewhere around in the dreams it took shape which grew in heart. Don’t know what it is termed as, a mere attraction or desperation.

There are moments of revelation .yes there are, so interspersed that they make the reality go awry sometimes. When sometimes you approach yourself, the life takes a backseat and everything revolves around you. Most of the times this confrontation leaves you dumbstruck and then you feel pleasure in giving in. Aah! Pleasure the insanity of saner mind. Isn’t this pleasure which makes the saner to loose sanctity? The mere aspect of floatation is so beseeching that you feel pleased and satisfied.

He was floating inside his mind and she there. What was felt was love!

to be continued…

P.S: Its been long I started this this “long” story but Its weird that I feel so empty and stuck up. Not sure if I am still able to do justice.and whether I should continue this

Anathema [Part-1]

PART-2 Continues…

How good it is to be good. What makes an anathema? Our egalitarian society judges people by morale, by prudence, by insanity, by technicality, by rationality, by acuity and terms the negative sigma of all to be a pariah. Is it so?? Is It the reality we live in we seek in. Well then a second look perhaps becomes necessary to evaluate the mere fundamentals of judging the society discretion.

Society detests those who are good whose morality is good and the follower of the light are termed as ANATHEMA.

Saahil life’s story has many curvilinear bends. Since his childhood he has been taught and been inducted with high morale and self belief. Uhmmm well almost..almost all parents do so.. So what makes it special? The specialty is that there is nothing special. But perhaps Saahil is a rare occurrence as something we bequeathed or bequeath eventually has still stayed on with him.

A meritorious student he was. Very early in life he learned not to share his burden and keep it with him. His brother just a year younger was diagnosed with an incurable disease. He didn’t know about it then but knew that something was wrong when his brother decided not to walk one day. He used to see his mom silently crying behind the curtains sometimes. So the conscious mind of child decided not to trouble his mother and never to share his trouble. He made a promise to himself that whatever comes he needs to keep his mom happy .Days went by and Saahil grew up and got into engineering school.

It was just another day of June. saahil was at home just finished with his second year exams. His friend asked him to search for any project assistance with any professor so as to utilize the time. Excited by the prospects he started spending time on net and searching for prof email id. For few days this process continued but with no success. Jus for fun he deided man why not have a pen fried instead of wasting time on these guys who never reply.

CLICK! www. penpalsnow.com/ . Enter. Made a profile looked into a few and mailed a few. After 3 days a reply..cheers!

“got ur letter

quick facts—i’m 18 going 2 be 19 soon.i’m in kerala and ya its a tourist spot and no its not a hip and happening place. Currently under house arrest coz dad wants me 2 be a doc and after 18 years of saying yes one fine morning I said ”lemme think about it”.

I live with mom, sis and my pet dog scooby[ i named him after the cartoon. no prizes 4 guessing].dads an electrical engineer presently in abu dhabi.

its 12:30 am and why am i up so late? dads paranoid about me falling in love and mom is 2 keep a guard on me. Studied in a girl’s school all my life, popular there but when it comes 2 talking 2 guys i am at a total loss. Either i shut up altogether or worse—I talk about stupid things nonstop looking like a complete idiot.

So before i enter a college i have 2 sort out this problem. so i guessed the net would be the perfect for this. mom is in the resting mode right now.in other words there wont be a pair of eyes spying on me.

dont worry i’m not looking 4 a boyfriend.and i’m sorry if i’m boring u.

MUJHSE DOSTI KAROGE? tell more about urself in ur next letter. if u dont want 2 be my friend send me a nasty letter. dont forget 2 reply anyway

—Kavya ”.

to be continued…

P.S This is my first long story so I might go boring and loose flow … So please excuse I m trying my best to avoid unnecessary details and KISS- keep it simple stupid one more word to add..I wanna specially thanks to Guptaghost a fellow blogger who wrote a poem for me ..check this out DreamCatcher