Life

A Chinese floating light was perfectly placed over the center of the table. That much preciseness amazed me. The dim yellow light was just perfect to give the similar feeling of watching a sun go down, kissing goodbye to the sky and the other birds that live for it. The only difference was that this was constant. Just like the wait. The wait of her.

I was sitting there for over an hour, serving my sick stomach unregulated doses of coffee and iced-water. I was getting sicker. But somebody clearly didn’t care. “I will be there before you get there.” Her words were still all over my mind. The intensity of those words had fooled me. As the result, I was there, and she wasn’t.

Patience is the virtue of success. I said okay, let’s try this virtue. I sincerely believe there should be a hidden part of that quote somewhere. Somebody forgot to mention it. I realized that when it was too late to realize anything. No calls, not even a text message. Why did you want me to question your integrity and honesty? Sometimes there is no reason. None at all. You just do what you feel like doing. As simple as that.

Finally, when I was on the verge of losing it, she called me. And it wasn’t the kind of call I expected. Full of emotions. Solid ones. One thing I’ve noticed a lot, when it comes to emotions, women know how to paint the canvass with full set of oils, while men are busy doodling with crayons. I let out a sigh and hung up. Yes, I lost it, but in a non-destructive way. I tried to replace the burden of emotions on my shoulders with a bag of feathers. But I forgot how dangerous it could be to just throw it away. Someone will get hurt. But this time, it wouldn’t be me.

The waitress on one hand was sad for me, as she was the individual audience of the whole theatrical play that just took place, but on the other hand, happy for the tip she got. My broken heart was still kind enough to look after that. The walk to the front door was definitely a long one. Suddenly every one appeared to look towards me and appreciate my will power. “You are strong. You can’t be broken. She didn’t deserve you.” Nobody said those caring words. Nobody. But sometimes, people have this weird habit of sticking their head up high even when they are feeling low to look over the crowd and always watch for the opportunities they can pounce on. Yes, I was that Tiger.

I saw her walking in while I was leaving. A name tag around her neck. A smile that was honest. That smile was good enough to attract the attention. It all made sense at that moment. All it needed was some lost courage that I found at the right time. A deep breath, in, out, a little head movement to clear my mind, a quick hand brush through my hair, and I was ready to dive in again. Life never forgets to amaze. Never!

Welcome to the jungle

Welcome to the jungle. Sometimes its the hell on earth and the other times, its heaven and the paradise city and what not. Though the good times are hard to find. You have to really look out for and take the chances. There are instances you get sad about, little things that make you laugh, and the random events in your life that just leave you thinking. You never wanted to be a philosopher, but suddenly you are one of those person who have more than one perspective and think you’re smart enough to judge people around you. It’s not a big deal, more of a daily routine. People are afraid to find happiness, and fear little things, making it more difficult for themselves. Trying can be hard, but for those who do take a step further, shit still happens, and that too more often. But its good shit. Hearts get broken, loves get stolen, and you start running. But who said its all about rejection? What happened to the concept of getting up and trying again? Once, twice, thrice, four times, and so on. Maybe even 100th time. But isn’t it worth every effort that you put in? My argument is simple. If you are really going that far and always pushing your limits and the fenced boundaries of your comfort zone, just to get that thing you’ve always wanted, I believe it’s definitely worth it. To make this more delicious and add a cherry on top, the stories you get while pushing yourself out there are worth repeating over and over again.

That’s how you survive. To put it more significantly, that is how you live. Welcome to the jungle.

There wasn’t any…

I forgot, I let it pass,

I missed, didn’t let it last,

I parted, I changed my ways,

I faked it, like they say,

What’s still with me is,

The way you made me feel,

How much you wanted me,

My wishes, you had them fulfilled,

You might have gone away,

You might come back again,

But all these nights and days,

I promise you,

There wasn’t any pain,

There wasn’t any pain…