The Other Soul

Do you believe in soulmates? I do.

Now, if you know me, you're probably rolling your eyes and I don't blame you. It's true, I am a 'do not take cheesy' person. But then my detest doesn't lie with the cheesy content but with its intent. A true, good motive will always be appreciated. And that I could tell you with a single glance at your eyes.

The story of meeting my soulmate was not only tragic, it turns out to be a very weirdly painful one too. When we've communicated well, we were the best of friends. We've hurt each other in innumerable ways (I take the larger share of offending). And until late, I had no idea that this person was my soulmate. I had a dream that changed everything. A dream which clearly portrayed my dear friend's sadness/pain/misery. I was so upset, I quickly reached out and checked if all were fine. A sudden sincere text probably throws one off-guard but my irrational behaviour also spur in me my realization. The extent to which I was able to give into my bars of egotism showed how much my friend meant to me.

And until late, I had no idea that this person was my soulmate. How do I figure it out now? I don't. It's this queer feeling of having my friend around me all the time. A feeling the person's absence that bothers me every day, every moment. I miss his companionship, advice all through my life moments and I sincerely miss my friend's understanding presence. The best part - we could understand one another without talking too - strange but true. We might have been intuitive. In either case, it was awesome.

Btw, we're of very different nature - both of use. Fire & Ice would probably be the right combination to describe. And we're both equally stubborn in our own places.

I wish we spoke, I wish it wasn't so hard. And sometimes, I do feel, I'm the only one in it. It's not fair, if soulmates are true.....one mustn't suffer, their should be a way for them to communicate, to obtain solace, to be cooperative.

20 years of Harry Potter - Sending Thanks.........

For all those crazy crazy people out there, let's nod together for missing our awesome childhood novel so much. Potterheads, grace yourselves.....today was the day 20 years back when 'Harry Potter & The Philosopher's Stone' was published.

I truly wish I could tag the most respected J.K.Rowling here. Thank you mam for giving us this series.

How long has it been? We just slept through it

Here's a cool lookback  at our favourite novel

To sweet memories.....to the ones that will stay on with us.....Happy Anniversary Harry Potter!

A letter to the loved one

It's been a while,
From being strangers to friends,
And to being strangers again,
I've held on,
Maybe you've moved on;

Back in those days of innocence,
I valued you no less,
But I cried the day I let you go,
And as hard as it could be,
I knew it was the right thing for you,
For if I asked and you stayed,
I'd have deviced a lifetime of despair,
I was nothing you deserved,
And I had nothing to offer back then,
So I let you go,
And I would do it again;

And after all this time,
While I was battling for my promises,
Trying to solve the complexities in my life,
I realised something deeper,
I realised I could never really let you go,
I let myself believe otherwise,
But it remained with me,
Like a horcrux within myself;

While I searched for the formula of love,
I had something much dearer that I had lost,
Once again, I missed,
I missed not on the opportunity,
I missed realising how strong you were,
How telling you everything would have saved us from one another,
I realised you were my strength,
You were my connection to sanity,
You were my link to rationalism,
To love & to life,
I have known this ever since,
I have loved you thus;

I look for forgiveness,
I haven't done much,
Except I will write,
I will write a book for our souls;

With love,
To the beloved best friend

The confession

Love is a hard game,
It's hard enough to find it,
And even harder to tell apart the unsure,
Like life, it's that other roller coaster ride,
On which we die to sit,
And have a hard time sitting on it,
Thrilling yet confusing....

And then you meet your soul mate,
The hardest of them all,
The times aren't right,
The place improper,
And yet you bind like a cobbler to his shoe;

It is beyond our own control,
This love is no lust,
It is no romance,
It is an extremely strong connection of support and energy between two souls,
And you immediately know when you stand beside;

This queer feeling is addictive,
You derive your strength from the other's body,
And in the process help the other,
They are almost like a part if you,
With them you share a comfort zone,
They are our soul supporters;

And then comes the day to know,
It's time to bid goodbye,
I'm clinging on to it,
But unless you reach out,
There's little of me that can be saved

Clinging On

"Clinging On" - these are the last words people who know me would expect from me. I'm quite the person who hates goodbyes, who leaves, the one who escapes, who simply doesn't wait, sometimes without proper explanations too. So why am I today "clinging on" ?

Both my tendencies of being emotionally untouched as well as clinging on come from the same psychology. The difference is when I was rushing, I thought I could stop my worst nightmare from happening and when I am clinging on, I have somewhere accepted it is impossible and that I should try to make the most of the little time I have.

What is my worst nightmare? It is the deepest part of my life. I have written about it earlier, however I do not give it away in too many clear words. Reason - this might just be read by the person in question.

I still have a little fight on. I hate the weight of my dying dreams, I hate to see I am not close to the calculated life and the clock's ticking. I know, a miracle now can save it.....and that I am not too hopeful of.

The soul isn't unscathed when it fails, it dies a million deaths before it is so strong to give up on it completely. I have worked towards one single thing all my life and to see I'm nowhere close to it, kills me. And I know the worth of what I had, what I have, what I will miss.

I have prepared for this all my life and yet time's too short and never for me to say, "It's okay, I'm wiling to let it go". I'm never going to be ready. And the worst part is, the hope no longer lives within me..........

So, I'm clinging on - to old friends, to old memories, to old clothes, to old feelings, may be I find a little bit of solace in them even if sometimes all they do is take advantage. I so wish I could have the power to turn the winds, to wish some deal, to turn the clocks in a different way.....I so wish things could go a different way.