This one seems and is the last post that would come up here on my website. Yes, tonight it becomes important to emphasize these words.

The value of somethings in life is only realized once they are gone. Though I have written, ranted and blabbered here, it is ironical that the place is been up and running since one year. Now I have to bid a goodbye to it as I kind of can’t afford it for now.

Thank you amitoj aka Nemesis for letting me have a space of my own.

Thanks everyone for being appreciative or critical at times, but more importantly reading me. Guess you can catch me on FaceBook, we still have a space to write notes there.

P.S  you never know I might just return to blogosphere.

XOXO

Sometimes, the best you can do is let go..sometimes the worst you can do is hold on…

It’s a strange world. A strange life.

It is a full circle, but you never get to complete one!

Dedicate this Bob Dylan’s number to anybody who can know how much peace this one brings…

Most of the time
I’m clear focused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don’t even notice she’s gone
Most of the time.

Most of the time it’s well understood
Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could
I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don’t even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate
I don’t build up illusion ’til it makes me sick
I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time she ain’t even in my mind
I wouldn’t know her if I saw her
She’s that far behind
Most of the time I can even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was ever with her
Most of the time I’m halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it went
I don’t cheat on myself I don’t run and hide
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend
I don’t even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

So, I told him…

Yes, I try, well, try-not to think about ironies of love, or even love for that matter..leaves me with a bad or sullen mood and a bitter taste…

And, what I didn’t tell him was

That somwhere I hoped and I hoped that love would find me again and take me in….

And the madness was there-intact-but what made the difference was that there was no need of hiding it or even showing it, for they both knew each other well enough, to be scared, to care and to pretend everything would burn down to the philosophy they shared, the jokes they cracked, the nostalgia they suffered and the love they just won’t get into!
It was a bright day and a warm one as well. The breeze was an add-on, and the weather could have been precisely dictated by one word…winter sun. And she noticed, how the fate has entangled them and somewhere, none of them was ready to let-go yet not to hold on also. The same fate had made them a kind of pre-requisites, parasitic at times, infalliable, and eventually a sort of-buffer-action for when either of them were messed-up.
They would throw words at each other, kisses at others, hugs were rare, but they were warm and comforting anyhow and they couldn’t stop talking to each other. The worst or the best was they knew what can hurt them…
Over the cup of Cappucino and Cookie ‘n’ cream, she found herself staring at him and saying
“I’m gonna propose you..”
He stared at her, open mouthed, somewhat in an amusing manner. She carried on lightly from there, like she had’t seen his reaction.
“…five or six years later. That would be it-there and there, there and then. You can say no or yes, and it won’t make a difference…and I’m going to tell you the reasons. Love,may be or may be not one of them..”

He smiled at her and said..
“Bitch, you better remmember that!”

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The uncertain future looms large over me

I see nothing;

Yet, I forsee