The Would-Be Writer

To all the guys out there who pushed me down, I got up. To all the boys who broke my trust, I still kept my faith. To all the guys who didn’t look back, I moved on. To each and everyone of you who thought I’d break down, I stood up and fought.  You might think or probably not think about how much of an impact your words make. You all might not know the strength it takes to hold on. Or you might not realise the bits and pieces that I pick up time and time again.  Believe me when I say that all of that just builds me up. Time and time again I realise my strength. I find what I’m made of. I understand a new part of me I didn’t know existed. There are so many of these small storied, encounters that just chip away at my faith in humanity.  Time and time again I wonder if it is all worth it. The pain, the tears, and the sorrow. And then I realise that I am a fighter. I always choose the fight out of fight or flight. Life may just not be ready to give me what I want. Or probably...

As I wander through the streets of my city, I see the many many different lives that I don’t have an inkling about. These people are mere strangers to me. Our paths might cross or I might never even know of their existsnce.  They are on a path which might interact, intersect with mine. Yet there is no clarity on the matter. People end up meeting in the most chance manner possible. Chance encounters which might turn into one of the best ones of your life, or come through and pass by like the wind.  Funny isn’t it? How life happens, the complete and utter randomness of a situation could hit you later in life. But human beings are also funny. We like to plan, plot, devise and control fate. We through our lives and others’ never learn that we have no control. It is complete and utter bullshit.  The silly little things that make up your life, the good and bad moments, all combined to unfold slowly minute by minute. And why guess about the future? This question I ask because wh...

The journey from strangers to friends is a fun one. I mean meeting someone; you never can imagine what the story will be like. I read somewhere, that every person is a story. Their story merges with the people who they meet and interact with. It leads to an interconnected web. If you think about it, it is quite an amazing thing to envision. It starts with a very simple hello, how are you and before you know it, it becomes have you had dinner/lunch, are you alright, I know something is wrong. Until one day you cross from in front of each other and don’t even know if that even happened or not. You fail to remember the time, when just looking at the person; you could know what exactly was going on. But wait, what do you do when this happens? Should it be regret for the rest of your life? Or should you try to make things work? Or should you just let things be as they are and let the ebb and flow of time lead you to where it is supposed to be. This journey might have ended; the en...