A piece of memory

While trying so hard to study for my exams tomorrow, I stumbled upon an envelope in my messy cupboard and out fell little pink and white seashells.

I often muse over the trip I made to meet my best friend, quite a long time back. While I remember how he had picked up seashells from the sandy beach and slipped them into my pocket; I had forgotten having saved them in a safe corner of my closet. The sight of them floods me with memories and all my attempts to concentrate on the unfinished portion go in vain. Sigh.

Distance has always been my worst comrade. I despise it, curse it and always charge it guilty for times when I am glum. I don’t know if I’ll ever befriend it but the same hatred for it has, through the years, given me such beautiful memories that it’s absence could never have provided. When I look back and ponder over the moments that describe the word “perfect” to me, I realize that they were all transitory: lasted a day or two at their best and were never consistent. And the perfection happened with the people that lest for those moments, are always miles away.

More often than not, I am whining about how unlucky I am. But years later, I hold a piece of the beach I once set foot on and I know that maybe if it weren’t for luck I would never have any envelope… I would have no memory.

Ninja Dreams

Three mind numbing weeks and a head massage later, I am sane enough to comprehend what I am typing on my wrecked keyboard.

Since the last many days, I have been clicking pictures of random people that I stalk and then approach in malls and dark streets. Also, typing a hundred words or five within strict deadlines. Yes, I have been interning. However, its ironical how writing hasn’t been making me happy like it always does, like it’s doing now. I am only beginning to realize how under rated happiness is. The dumb me, once thought that happiness was to do with getting into the best college, landing up with a decent internship and many by lines or getting hold of a cool camera. But it’s NOT. It’s when you love the sight of your college everyday, who cares what's its ranking; manage a by line for just one article, but one close to your heart; and click your first awesome picture no matter with what camera!

Well, you must have concluded and so have I that I live in a very idealistic world. In my head, everyone must love everyone. If you get angry often, you are rude. You cannot not love dogs ‘cause they are adorable. You push me in the train and you are a bad woman. You cannot be happy when someone else is sad, it’s inhuman! And the list goes on and on. I have lost a sense of what is real and what is not by now. 

Sometimes, I wish I was Supergirl. Then every time someone kicked a dog or hurt another person, I would go: Punch! Kick! Beat! Slap!

Peace! J