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#When I gave up reading YAs
I feel this is the perfect way letting it go. Perfect way to put a close to this. It had been a beautiful one year. Almost one year back from now, I remember reading ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ and then so many of them. I have to say, I loved them. School ended but they took me back to that phase, phase of change and challenges and gave me hope and strength. I could relate to it all and they gave me butterflies and tears. They gave me nights of reading restlessly waiting to see the end. They gave me loads and loads of memories and took me back to the ones I wanted to hold onto dearly. They beautifully used the one emotion that hits me hard -Nostalgia- memories and nostalgia. So, I might not ever want to end but I feel this is the time. This is the time I should really let it all go and embrace this new phase of my life with fervor, enthusiasm and determination and ambitions. I should stop living in the past and live in the present. Carpe diem! No more YAs. I loved them, I still do. All too dearly. But I know it’s time to let it all go. There are so many characters and stories going around in my head that I would like to mention but I won’t. I loved them all – almost – some more than the others and I’ll miss them- I’m sure. But this is it.
Goodbye YAs! You were a lovely and beautiful part of my life and you gave me tearful and cheerful memories.
Signing off. 12:00am
We stood there and for a moment, it felt like all those years have never passed, all those miles never covered, all those fights never fought, all those arguments never made, and there we stood, as if we were the same two kids laughing with each other and wondering about every single wonder of nature, waiting for our parents to come and take us home.
We were high and we were sober
The magic of childhood disappearing day by day
I miss the days we used to play
I miss the lazy summer days I used to cling to you
watching TV, how the days passed by I have no clue!
The way you dressed me for the school
and made me eat the breakfast keeping it cool.
The delicious food you made for us
and even helped me catch my school bus.
I miss my birthdays with all those balloons
and the carrot juice on those winter afternoons.
Every evening watering the plants with you
and the lengthy discussions which made my mind blew.
You have no idea how
I miss each and every moment now.
The lesson of life you showed to us
will find a place within us
shining in our life as a beautiful pearl
and I’ll always be your little girl.
I toiled to make it a rhyming one, that’s how much I love you, papa! 🙂
Home is like ‘Harry Potter’. It’s something that makes you crave to come back again. It’s familiar, easy and lovely. You effortlessly like it. It’s such that you would spend your entire life there. It’s Harry Potter after all and then you certainly don’t want to waste 2 hours watching something like ‘The DUFF’, do you? You might even enjoy it at that time but then eventually it just leaves you to regret what you saw. Or you might even end up watching something disgusting like ‘Orphan'( that’s the most disgusting movie I could force myself to watch). So, maybe you never want to see anything else. You don’t want to risk wasting your two hours or you don’t want to live the aftermath of watching a disturbing movie. But then you don’t realize that you might stumble on something beautiful like ‘One Day’ or something hard to describe like ‘Revolutionary Road’, only if you move out. They might become your new homes as well. Just like Harry Potter was. Is. Yeah, it is still ‘home’. And who knows how many other movies worthy of being called ‘home’ are waiting out there. I mean, your next home might be ‘Fight Club’. Is all this roaming around a waste of your time? Hitting on the roads for no reason at all? On second thoughts, roads are as important as ‘home’. Journey is as important as ‘destination’, may be even more at times.
We could go on talking for ever. Not about the girl who called her names or the teacher she couldn’t stand, but about the world, about lives, about creativity, about freedom, about wars, about hope, about despair, about the men she thought didn’t deserve to die and about the people she thought didn’t deserve to live the life they did. And with every single word she spoke, I realized there are such people left in the world. The world is not all dark. It has got hope. It has got those puddles with rainbows in them.