Journey of Love ❤

Slowly, piece by piece, I gave myself to you. Being a self centered, dressed with hope and happiness, you accepted me.

I felt safe around you. I would often used to say I feel like a superhero when you were around me. Remember? Holding your hand, resting my head on your shoulder, it gave me the comfort I always dreamt of.

What you and I shared, the walks, the never ending kisses, adorable things, and clichéd. Somewhere, they meant a world to both of us.

Have you ever heard me cry? How my voice breaks? Yet I make jokes and laugh as if nothing is wrong. Have you ever noticed? How I never meet your eyes. Because eyes never lie. How I keep smiling even when telling something that’s not even happy. When I say my face is always like this “smiling happily.” How I close my eyes for a bit too long.

I was lucky, you know? To have a lifetime, squeezed in those days I spent. I know you asked me, “You loved me more than I loved you.” And I so badly wish I had an answer to it. And I don’t trust love anymore. How can I? It is something that is there one second, alive and spreading happiness and the other, it just fades away. Absent. Gone. Taking away all those happy moments. Happiness.

We all have a certain story that we do not share out loud because we are afraid that nostalgia will come in series of waves and drown us. We all know a familiar voice that is slowly fleeting into oblivion but we always hear it when their favourite song plays on the radio.

Stretch the curve on your face to it’s end, life will automatically have fewer questions, the calmness in your heart will resonate throughout. This is the journey of love, my dear. If this is not enough then what is?

Happy Sunday!

~ S

Ten digit phone number

My ringtone dragged me out of sleep. Squinting, I try to see past the burning brightness of my phone.

As my tired brain tried to make out the ten digits, I was mentally cursing the person who’d call me this late at night.

“Hello,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“Hey, did I wake you?” asked a husky voice. I immediately jolted up, not because of its sexy deep tone, but because  I knew it all too well.

It was the voice with whom I’d spent hours on the phone.

It was her voice.

“I know it’s late. But are you free?” she asked.

“Uh..uh.. yeah sure,” I stammered.

It had been weeks since we’d spoken.

Apparently, exes can’t be friends.

“I am aware it’s been long, but I need to talk to you,” she said.

Those words immediately brought a smile to my face.

Had she thinking about me?

The butterflies came back to life in my stomach.

“I know it’s selfish of me to talk to you about this, but I didn’t know who else to go.”

I was confused now.

What is she talking?

“There’s this boy.”

My heart sunk.

“He’s so different. Really different. He makes me want to be a better person. He’s so strong, I mean after everything he’s been through he’s still so happy. He inspires me.”

Her excited voice continued speaking, but I couldn’t hear anymore. It’s like my brain stopped trying to understand what she was saying.

My throat went dry, and my vision started to go blur.

“You there?” she asked, just now noticing that I hadn’t said anything in a while.

“Yeah,” I replied, struggling to hide my shaky voice. She continued, and it hurt knowing that she didn’t realize that I was crying.

I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d done wrong. Why couldn’t I be that boy for her?

My eyes were stinging now.

And suddenly it hit me.

Just because she was the love of my life, doesn’t mean I was hers.

With a heavy heart, but a smile on my face, I wish for a happy ending this time, even if the love story wasn’t mine.

It is said that between two people there is always someone who loves more and most of times it is the same person who notices the end before it comes. It feels suicidal to go beyond reason and still hope that it might get better, that the love may stay, that it has to be a way to fix everything. Yet the heart still breaks, the heart still beats, the heart still cracks but it still beats.

What an ironic way of loving in and out of mind, of love, of heart. How can we love more, give more, lose more and be our own hero when our heart doesn’t belong to us anymore? How can we be the one who see the end when forever is all we hope?



“Did you even notice these new earrings I got?”, she asked, infuriated.

“Your hair strands got them covered”, I replied, casually.

“You don’t notice anything!”, she exclaimed.

“Oh, then tell me who notices your periodic mood swings, your anxiety upon seeing a cockroach, your Monday blues, your confusion about what to wear, what to eat, your ‘I want a hug right now’ face. I make a mental note of every single thing”, I listed out.

I looked away angrily.

She came and sat next to me.

I didn’t care to look. I grabbed my phone and stood up to leave.

“That’s why I love you”, she mumbled.

“I didn’t hear that”, I responded.

“You sure did”, she smirked a smile.

“Now don’t make that ‘I want a hug right now’ face”, I laughed.

She hugged me tightly, and whispered into my ear, “Here’s a tip, women love when you pay close attention to little details.”

“Why do you love me?”, she asked as her lips brushed against mine.

“Who said anything about love?”, I teased and pushed her away.

“Oh, it’s like that now?”, she taunted while pulling me close, flashing that smile of her which made my heart melt every time.

“Maybe”, I giggled trying to get away.

Her arms tightened around me as our laughs filled our car.

Long drives were my favourite thing.

“Okay, you want to know?”, I asked.

She nodded as her eyes met mine.

“I love that you made me believe again. Believe in miracles again. Believe in love.

Why wouldn’t I fall, when you were there to catch me right?

You made me laugh when I thought I’d never smile again. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before, fixing my broken pieces with each kiss. With every glance, I stole, with every word said, I found myself more and more.

Who knew losing myself in someone else would be a good thing?

You made me feel everything and nothing at all. The cheesy lines in the books and happy endings in the movies?

Well, they were all starting to make sense. Suddenly, every love song wrote about us and happiness was synonymous with you. Every promise I made never to fall again, you broke with your mesmerizing eyes.

I love you because you made me fall in love with myself, and you made me fall in love with love, my love,

All over again.

~ S

Scatter Kindness ❤

You’re kind, but you’re tired. You’re tired of trusting too much only to get left behind the moment you start thinking they’re worth the risk. You’re tired of believing in someone staying, someone caring, only to get your heart broken.

You’re tired of all the times you waited for a sincere “how are you?” only to find yourself disappointed because they didn’t even say “hello”. You feel betrayed by all the people who remember you only when it’s convenient, only when they need something, only when they want you to fix them.

You’re so fed up with all the broken promises, with all the false assurances, and with all the times you kept your hopes up only to walk away from a situation hurt.

You hate yourself for always falling into their traps. For always believing that people do change as long as you have faith in them. Most of all, you hate yourself for choosing to be good and to do good even if most of the time, you’re giving so much of yourself to the wrong people.

You wish you could turn your back for a while, because to be honest, not everyone deserves your heart. You wish you were able to burn bridges and shit people out for a bit. You can, if you tried, but you won’t. You never will. Because frankly, you’re stubborn to believe that there aren’t good people out there.

Yes, you’re tired of people. But that doesn’t mean you would give up on them.

And that’s what makes you different. That’s why you keep going. You are pure love. And the world won’t always be kind to you, but you always be kind to the world. That is what makes you special. That is what makes you strong.


Wear your Heart on your sleeve 

People who feel everything so deeply, can never turn off their hearts.

We want the world and everything in it. We want to hold it tightly, we want to keep it close by; we don’t want to lose it. We feel obligated to save people, to fix things, to make it better. We need to feel loved and give love as well. Our hearts beat for and because of, all of the people we have the potential to care for. We’re the eager ones.

And yes, we feel too much. I wish I had answers as to why we were choosen to be fragile ones, the easy to crumble ones, the heavy hearted ones. I wish I knew why we are the ones that carry all of our emotions in our back pockets. I wish I knew why all of the easy stuff is so hard for us. People won’t appreciate your efforts. But do good anyway.

One day, caring deeply for others will pay off. Because truthfully, we are rare and beautiful souls. We are needed to make this world a little less heavy. Please don’t stop hoping for better days; don’t stop to trying to get it right, to make things good. Soon enough you will run across someone who will see all these things in you and call them beautiful and mean it really! They will be glad to have met you. Those who lost us will regret one fine day. They lost the most loyal souls in these world. They will fill that empty place. They will call you home. You dear, have a heart of gold. Don’t let the world diminish it.

Happy Saturday!


A Deep Loving Soul

Let me tell you about people who love deeply.

They are wells of feeling; they do not know how to turn their hearts off, do not know how to stop giving, and though this is the most beautiful aspect of who they are, they will never hurt you intentionally, it is also the most fatal, for people who love deeply also hurt deeply.

When it comes to people who love deeply, the ones they choose can’t quite understand just how someone can pour themselves out for another person and ask for nothing in return. However, they continue to take. They allow for the warmth of this human being to make them feel new again, and when they are done with the keeping of a rare and beautiful thing, only then, they discard it.

But people who love deeply have a hard time being set free. People who love deeply have a hard time leaving because they can never quite convince themselves that they can help. They will never stop trying to love someone into their potential.

And this is why people who love deeply hurt the most. The thought of someone leaving when they still had so much left to give haunts them. People who love deeply never forget – they are tattooed with the goodbyes of everyone they never got the chance to shine for. Even if the love was wrong, to them, no amount of loving is a waste, no amount of taking is too much. They live to give.

So that is when you come in. Let me tell you about people who love deeply – they are human beings that don’t quite make sense to most. They are the few genuine souls who give selflessly, but that does not mean you get to take advantage of that. No, if you do not respect that, if you do not know when to stop taking, and when to start loving them despite their inability to ask for that love, do not touch them. Do not taste them. Do not drink from the well of their hope. Do not be selfish with their heart. Do not ruin like the others. Because when somebody leaves whom you love the most, your whole routine changes, your whole life changes and it hurts!


I’m a cancer. I don’t mean the sickness, I mean the astrological sign. I’m a cancer. I’m emotional, intuitive, sensitive. In other words, I care about things. A lot.

The funny thing is that the word “Sensitive” is listed under both cancer’s good and bad traits. I am loving and emotional, shrewd and cautious, sensitive and nuturing. But on the flip side, I’m moody, over emotional and sensitive.

I’m begining to learn that life is nothing more than a series of paradoxical truths. It is walking contradiction. Sensitivity isn’t different thing. Under certain light and through the right pair of spectacles, it can took like something to aspire to but I came across many people who failed to understand me and my sensitivity. Sometimes I feel ashamed of that.

Say what you want to want about sensitivity, but I firmly believe that it breeds empathy. Because when you feel things deeply, when you let them shake you to your core, and relate to them in another people.

I feel for those whose writings gets rejected or is left unread by the specific person they want it to read. For the teenager wearing too much eyeliner and listening to gnash – I hate you, I love you. I feel for them because I’ve been there. I’ve done that. I’ve felt the particular strand of shame. I’ve choked on that unique flavour of pain. And because I’m sensitive, I lingered there.

And even though there are things I’ll never understand, experiences I can’t even begin to imagine, my sensitivity introduced me to pain. And at some level, all pain is universal. Sensitivity opened the gates to understanding, empathy and kindness. It’s not everything, but it is something. It’s not the answer, but it’s a step in the right direction. And that’s a damn good place to start.

We’re living in a culture that only devalues sensitivity it actively attacks it. I’m going to give them all away and then probably cry and have a panic attack when something doesn’t work out because I’m sensitive and emotional.

But that’s okay. Because caring about things is cool. Putting yourself out there is brave. And if you’re the kind of person that does that that shows up every single day, you’ve probably going to be a little sensitive. Because you’ve put in the world. You’re vulnerable, so naturally you’re going to be sensitive.

Be sensitive. Feel things. Cry in the bath tub. And always remember – Be kind. Be empathetic. Fight back with everything you’ve got. Go to sleep. Do it again.

~ Siddhant