High-heels

       He wondered - what was it with the High-Heels all the time ?

As she walks on the floor, it says tik-tik, tik-tik...and grabs attention from all the corners.

       But she knew why she wore them, why she loved them so much.

She wore them to reach to his heart when she hugged him - so that she could hear those heart-beats in her ears.

She loved to do that because she could hear her name in those beats.

If she din't, her ears would never reach to his heart, and he used to enjoy that - that extra effort of carrying those heels all day just for him.

She slipped on her heels,her ladder towards those heart-beats,with a heavy heart took those little steps towards the door that was going to be closed forever for her.

            It was the last time she would be hearing her name.

                It was the last time they would ever meet.

      It was the last time she would hug him and hear those heart-beats.

       It was the last time she wore her all time favourite High-heels.

Un-Talk

                                    

                       Conversations.Communication.Dialogues.

You and Me don't need dialogues. A dialogue needs to happen if we were two different people.

                                                            

            "We" can just live with Monologues because "We" ain't "Me" and "You".

                                          

We belonged to each other and became "ONE" since the day those Dimples shined and forced into making those Eyes Sparkle.

Yes, we don't need to talk to each other because we are still one. We can just communicate by talking to ourselves - We can have those silly monologues and express everything.

                                                        

                     A connection - A magic - with no hidden tricks.

No grudges.No expectations - Just your usual glimpses in front of my eyes, your name in my prayers and your voice ringing in my ears.

                    And an another disappointing,futile effort to Un-talk.

Waking up,now that September has ended

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31st December

Party.Party.Party. Cheers to the year gone by and more cheers to the year coming in to get hold of your senses,making you a year older and probably wiser. 

Atleast one milli-second, in the past year, You must have been waiting for 1st January to dawn upon so that you could start up with something new,something that you really wanted. Something that was wrapped up with a silly excuse of "I will start it from the 1st of January".

Those initial two weeks of January are always great - Nice winter,New dreams,New Resolutions and you trying to follow those each and every day.Taking steps towards that long,cherished goal.

The roadmap of the new year in front of you - the milestones marked with a different color and a deep,blissful smile when you tick mark in front of those listed goals and wishes 

And as days go by, you know its difficult for you to match up with your hard-work and your wish-list and as the months go by you are lost in the midst of your goals and desires.

You have lagged behind just because of you. You come up with a plethora of excuses that make you feel empty from the within. And a turmoil of anger gushing inside you,waiting to burst out as you cannot blame anybody,but yourself. 

By the time, September is ended - You realize you have just three more months for that next party, for the next resolutions and for your next wish list.

1st October-6:00 AM 

Damn, she thought.She took a glance at the mobile and checked the date again - It was indeed 1st October.

This year not a thing done. Running after relationships, running after applying jobs, running after home,running after the social visits,running after appraisals - Not a thing that had satisfied her, that has brought peace to her soul. 

Nothing that made a difference this year than what she was last year

.

It wasn't that she din't have a list, it wasn't that she din't know what to do - she had everything on the wish-list, on top of her mind.

And there were huge monsters in her that always won - The procrastination monster, the lazyness syndrome, the paralysis-analysis situation she always was in, The "I-will-start-from-monday" excuse or "I-will-do-it-on-the-weekend" lines. 

She used to think a lot, a lot that often made her paralytic. Her senses went numb and her heart beat profusely when she got confused. And when the thoughts of not achieving anything in life came in front of her - when she used to look into the mirror and not feel good about herself - that was the worst moment of her life. Because she was empty - without a name, without any fame.

Why did she wait so long ? Why wasn't she an action-maker - Why couldn't she make dreams achievable ?

It was a fact. Her dreams were simple and achievable - all she had to take the first step - Just wake up, to reach out to them.

Every morning from January to September, she just had the same cyclic thoughts - When do I get a new job ? When do I settle down with the man of my life? When do I add something up to my education ? When do I become more healthy ? When do I write something even better than yesterday ? 

                                   When do I quit living a life that is not worth me?

There was one more question still haunting her in the corner of her heart - Can I ever stop loving him?

She knew the answer - Never. She was random - and her random thoughts always had him somewhere.

She brushed aside all the thoughts and looked out of the window - She always wanted that she would have a room from where she can see the sun-rise - that gave her every positive atom she needed in her. 

                     She looked out and smiled - Waking up,Now that September has ended.                              

                     She knew she worked more fiercely when she was in a deadline.

Now was the time to pull up her socks and roll-up her sleeves,to re-arrange her priorities and to just kick herself. 

And now she had a deadline - 31st December 2012 - to figure out what 2013 would be like.

                       

                    She knew that 2013 will never be the same as what 2012 went. 

She is more stronger and more lovable that what she was in all these months.More Matured and more wiser.More beautiful and a lot more cuter. 

These were the things she had achieved all these months - she still was breathing and she still could look at the sunshine outside - She realized the world had not ended and she still had her chance to prove herself and achieve what she really wanted.

Her heart gave the best possible words - "Give out a kick to yourself and wake up, you have 3 more months to complete those unfinished moments which you have dreamt all these months."

Grab it out and Just do it - stop those cyclic thoughts in your stupid mind and get going - the worst is over and the best is yet to come.

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I wish someone told me

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I wish someone told me – Why is there so much emptiness without you?

"No,we cannot go ahead with this marriage."

"Why?"

"I don't know - I don't have a reason"

"Atleast tell me the reason."

"Let's just not discuss - we have had enough of them,I am tired saying the same things again and again"

"Yeh, But it’s a question of our life, our love"

 "Not ours anymore – it’s yours."

From a "WE", they were left with a "U" and a "ME".

He hung up. And She stood standing in the middle of her home terrace - froze to death.

How could he just give it up?

Flashback.

Morning 5:10 AM - Place- Borivali station.

A message beeped on her cell - I am here.

She looked at it again-Was he really?

She wondered - Did he really come so early in the morning and She quickly left her compartment to walk towards the train door.

There he was. Oops! With an instant reflex to her heart - Where was he all these years? Her eyes met those sparkling stars and She could not stop blushing.

He extended her hand and She gave a thought - Yes or No ?

There was no question of No - She did and he pulled her down on the station.

It was Bliss. She dint know what to say. He kept staring, he smiled and She fell in those dimples.

From the first call to the little sms-es, to the railway station, at home and then Juhu, to the Iscon temple, to the CCD, to Ramada, to the countless virtual encounters.. The witty lines, the humour, the care, the taunts, the rush of emotions, the happiness, the tears, the war to win him,the anger when She could not reach out to him, to the "Did you like my pictures?",to the recent one "Did you read my blog?" - Somehow, Her world started and ended between Him.

All these years, She had wanted him badly, so badly probably he never could have imagined.

She just wanted nothing from him. She just wanted to make him happy. To love him unconditionally, Every single milli-second, She used to think about him - What should She do to make him happy ? What should She not do, to not make him angry ?

She could literally feel a tinge in her heart, when She thought She could not reach him.

Dawn.

And today after all these years - he had given up. Given up without even telling her a reason, her fault.

She tries, She tried not to call him, not to message him, not to write those one-liners - but every time a thought came to her - She wanted him to be the first one to know. Every time She looked beautiful - She wanted him to see her.

Every time She wrote something - She wanted him to read it. Every place She went to - She wanted him. Its silly to pen down these emotions at this time - Yet She wanted to do it. She did not want to regret it and keep all these things within herself.

She did not know how many times She had cried, How many times the tears just rolled down and How many times She had been totally helpless. 

She wished this was just some infatuation but it wasn't and She knew that deep down. 

She did not want to confuse Him or make Him weak - for the first time, She wanted to be selfish and let Him know what goes on in her with his harsh words.

She wondered - How sometimes She just used to whisper his name out and smile to herself, how sometimes She used to just get a glow while thinking about him...How sometimes a thought popped in - does he think about me ?

How sometimes She used to listen to a song and then just imagine him...how sometimes She used to randomly sing some song for Him....How this journey became so memorable that She can remember every single moment of it.

How much She wanted to light up those dimples for Him....

How much She din't want to give up on him....

She had thought of Him as her life ,and now, he had given her an option to be just a part of her life..become "Just Friends" ,just to be his support or rather each other's support - Just be there like the countless people in their lives.

She thought to give this a try..Just be a regular update in his life - provide each other some details of their lives - and then in the background think - what if he was there, what if She was in my life....creating more confusions and more pain in their lives...we cannot change this character or role of what we have - She did not think this was even possible - because just looking at his number on her cell created a different out-of-the-world feeling....

The first thought that comes is "She belongs to him"

She can either LOVE Him completely or LEAVE Him completely. There is no middle way in here.

She never wanted to talk to him again , messaged him the same - 

That there is no point of talking to Him again as this is killing her even more.

After some hours, She had realized what would it be to read that message if She was in his place - and She felt shattered at the thought of it, thinking how could She hurt Him when She loved Him the most - how could She not support Him when He needed her the most. 

How could She just think of herself and how could She not bear this pain just for Him ?

And She had called Him - She just wanted to hear his voice - She dint know what to expect from Him but it was hard to hear from Him that He could forget her , that He could make a place for someone else in his life - out of uncontrollable situations, He had said this.

And She heard it - keeps ringing in her ears - that She will be nothing in his life anymore. She could just be an another friend in his life - that he wanted to be committed to someone else - He said it all because He wanted her to move on from Him, to think Him as some different role in her life - She was not sure if that was possible or not but She made up a decision to never trouble Him - to do exactly what He said to her - to lessen his hurt - She will do it .

She will always make Him happy without any expectations from Him.

She wished to meet Him once, to feel Him once, to believe that He belonged to her for atleast a day and create memories that She could carry within herself all through her life.

Yeh, She somehow doesn't think about him..She does not. She knows, She really does not..She just breathes him.

Tough, but She is focusing her energies in all the work She can do....She is trying to fool her heart, just the way a mom tries to divert her child's attention.

In the midst of all the chaos of waiting or just giving up, She just has one thought – “I wish someone told me why was he gone before I could love him completely ?”

She just wanted a reason – a reason, her fault, her mistake – That could change their lives into heaven.

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Volcanic Silence

Silence. But,Inside a volcano that was waiting to erupt anytime.

She had millions of things to tell him and she could feel he wasn't interested in listening to all those things.

That could pull him more towards her which he din't want now.

She wondered - there were so many like her in his life - What difference, if any, would make if she would tell him her heart out ? 

Would he feel the same lines again ? Would there be any respect for her feelings , her words ever in his life ? 

She decided not to speak at all. She could feel the anger inside but she loved him more than that and kept quiet. 

She could not speak anything after that. There was silence.

Togetherness after 382 days and there was more silence than ever. 

Loads to talk,but loads of thoughts that troubled her, mite be him too. 

She thought he might not trust her words, he might again think that she is flirting, that she is convincing him - she dint want him to think that way, because it wasn't true..

She meant it to be pure and true - but she dint know how to put it in words. She did not want to capture him, she wanted to make him free - free from all the confusions in his life from all the thoughts in his life -

she was helpless and he seemed too.

She dint want him to think that she used to use the same lines with all the guys, she wasn't that way.

Her dialogues might suggest something else to him but she thought he understood her - that those lines were for him and not for all.

He probably never understood her, he did not trust her.

Those dialogues were just witty lines which came up everytime she talked with him.

He thought there were too many guys behind her - but that wasn't the fact..She dint want to explain this to him because trust cannot be bought - it needs to be earned with time - and she had none. 

There were some mistakes she made - she opened up before him too fast , fast so that he misunderstood her to be the usual flirting gal. But it wasn't the fact - Time had passed and she could not change anything now. 

Dead again as ever. She did not know what to do, where to go, whom to talk. 

Why weren't things simpler ? Why was there pin-drop silence? Why did the eyes talk ? Why did the heart stop? 

Why are there too many questions ? Why are there no answers? Where were those dimples ? How could she bring them back ? Why was the volcano still inside her?

She wanted peace. She realized its just good to be friends ever again. Nothing else could be better. Nothing else could ever work out. 

Nothing else could bring a solution to this whole complication. 

Damn, friends ? What did that term mean now - The heart argued again and once again a Silent Volcano erupted creating a volcanic silence all around her.

Divine Magnetism

Flashback.

An unknown moment - appearing in front of her eyes.

From the corner of those dark,brown kajal-ed eyes, she can see his face, his dimples, as though they have been waiting for her look. 

She thought so. She believed so - her heart beat a little faster than usual as she recalled all the moments that she could actually never forget.

She closed her eyes - only to see his eyes staring at her unknowingly.

Vivid images of the black shirt kept on coming towards her.

It was like some kind-of black magic - she would keep on walking normally and then immediately stop as though someone grabbed her.

It was him again. She could not go leaving him ever. She prayed fervorously even after he was long gone.

She would open the morning paper to reach out to the horoscope section to read what his sun-sign said today and wished his day goes even better than yesterday. 

Why? she thought? How could she not hate him ? Why did she not have any reason allthough there were millions to do so.

And why that silly hope just din't die in her. Why was she so much not into someone else?

Damn, she thought. Why is there so much magnetism between him and her ?

She logged in her email account and she could see him in the list sometimes orange, sometimes green, sometimes grey - wondered why did she not delete him from there ?

Why was there still hope that one day she would ping him again just the way she randomly did it earlier - the best part was she never expected that he would do it.

She knew that - if she had to talk, it was always her - if he had to talk , then too it was her.

There was a signal to her heart - "Ping him" - because he will never do, he never did.

Don't ask why - he was that way - and she loved it.

And she was happy that way - he had set no expectations in her. It was her call to do things for him or not.

So she never expected from him and thus never got unhappy.

It was there right inside her till her soul - purity for him.

99% of the relations had a rule of give and take and her's was amongst the rest 1 % who really believed in the concept of only giving without any expecatations.

She did not want him to know what she felt, what she did, how she used to recite her name in between moments and smile to herself -

It was bliss for her and so she used to pen down her thoughts - in a way let them out from the inside of her.

But yes, She used to really wonder -

What was the divine magnetism between them ?

And there was faith - One day, she will have the answer.

Once again, he had captured her and left no way out.

Once more, she was on a path which had no destination but she loved this journey.
Once more, he proved himself a magnet.

Lost

She walked upto him. He did not see her. 
She tried holding his feet with her hands.He did not feel her.

She closed her eyes and began reciting his name.He did not hear her.

Since the past 25 years, from the age of 3, She used to take his name - every morning and every night - every second- she used to have an in-depth conversation with him. 

She always felt his need beside her no matter what she did. 

But today he was away from her - she was lost and he had forgotten about her.

She tried to search him.She looked everywhere and her heart pined for him.

In vain , She opened Facebook and typed in the search box "GOD".