Every year has something memorable in store for us. Be it the year you graduated, or when you had your first kiss, or you met your idol for the first time, or you had that first sip of alcohol, or your first salary or innumerable moments like these. You will always have your eyes flashing some of the fanciest moments of the past year.
It’s been two months since I wrote my last blog post. The reasons would be my incapability to brainstorm a good topic, squeezing in ten minutes on a Sunday to write about what I feel, bedazzled by the love and warmth of my bed, bogged down by the pranks played by destiny and so on…
I would be lying if I said that people don’t look forward to my writings (blush mode: ON) and they’ve been bombarding me with reasons why have I been so inactive here. So, here I am, trying to write on a topic many of us would relate to, easily and honestly. REGRETS.
With a lot of aspirations in my eyes, I boarded my flight to Mumbai only to be welcomed by a landscape of potholed roads, snailing cars and blue slums! It was raining, as I had been told it would. The pilot warned of a heavy thunderstorm. ‘What a poor time to debut this city!’, I mumbled. I hated this metropolitan.
Not a single day passes by when someone or the other doesn’t make fun of your dreams; when they laugh at your aspirations, when they crisply spit negativity at your fantasies, when you feel helpless. This person could be a fellow commuter who is overhearing your conversations or your competitor or your relatives or it could be a friend too.
A sleepless Friday night! Multiple thoughts lingering through the intricacies of my mind, imagining the minutest of moments that might just happen the next day! All this excitement for just one reason, HaikuJAM live session!
There was a point in my life when I was overflowing with friends; I thought this was it. I didn’t need anyone else. A huge social circle, a new reason to celebrate everyday, I was learning new lingos, new cultures, new emotions, new flavors! I was so full of life. But…