dark awakens.

The night has just lit its room. The moon, the breeze, the solitude reminds me of a place called 'nostalgia'. Night has always been a good teacher, or perhaps a friend. A good one. It teaches me that , everything happens because something had happened. Even the stars donot shine to celebrate the advent of the darkness, but to glorify the reminiscence of the magnificient past. The beautiful bygone day. They teach me that there is a moment to lose and another to out shine. The dark clouds teach me that after every stormy night, there is a sunny day awaited. here i am reminded of the song ‘’dreams are more precious’’. the reason behind is definitely NOT depression. rather i think night signifies that friend who reflects you. the one who makes you see the life you would lose in the crowd. The one who makes you understand the 'unreasonable' smile you have, seeing that 'person'. The one who teaches how important is the 'person' in your life, how incomplete is your day or life is without that 'person'. The one who brings you home; the home which accepts you no matter how poor you are. The one who tells you that there is someone who is waiting for you; no matter how long the wait might turn out to be. how special you are and how special life is.

Yet again, ‘’to err is human..’’.we (better if said í am) are too much into running after the life we dream. Never realising that sometimes reality is bittersweet.

PS- no particular personification.

As the song sings,

Come see, high above.
Come see, high in the heavens.
A new star shining bright.
Out of the darkness, comes a light.

Come here, midnight chimes
Come here, bells that are ringing
And from some distant shore
Sounds of a journey, echo on

This is the night
They say,
Everyone wants a dream.

This is the night
They say
Nothing is as it seems.

Come sleep, close your eyes.
Come sleep, give me your sorrow.
And I keep watch for you.
Until the dawn is, breaking through.
Until the morning wakens you.

Come dream, through the night.
Come dream, and then tomorrow
They'll see who, what will know.

Dreams are more precious than gold
Dreams are more precious than gold
Dreams are more precious than gold

take me away: to better days.

what do we call a ' pleasant accident' ? not a 'miracle', because this time, it was meant to happen. 'was', yes, a part of the whole thing, 'was'. but, i think it's better this way  was! i am glad it happened. two and a half years, a long time. and, foolish me, i never knew what made me smile, a simple reason. 'ýou', a special person indeed. now the most conventional meaning about the word 'special person', is the girl or boy, who is either the 'boyfriend' or the 'girlfriend'. but no, i believe there is something beyond it.

the beautiful relation was just a few meters apart and a year elder. but, it took me some eighteen years to traverse this mere distance, space and time.
after the long two years, i actually don't understand why i felt a need to pen it down ( or else, type it down; technically), but i do believe 'speak, when you need to'. there's a million of things that have changed. but, then i have those tiny cute things living my life indeed. after everything that is over; even though undone, i miss things.


'sorry' as i always say, 'thank you' as i always meant.
and i told you 'çhange is the only constant variable' i meant it. infact, in this long run, i miss you and i will do so.
thanks for 'taking me to the better days, in a better place'
bye
PS- to a person who has always been my best friend. but the word 'best' seems to be quite 'meagre'. there are still many things, meant to be spoken; awaited.

the journey so far.

born. being - a baby, a kid, a teenager. nay, that's not what i call 'the journey'. The journey begun when i realised that dreams were not just the psychological impressions which were meant to be a part of my sleep, but the destination which was actually a far off land beyond the road 'least' travelled. Realising dreams, curving my own pathway wasNOT a matter that easy. Atleast not as easy as gulping down the lime soda. Infact it's harder than learning the kreb's cycle! Now that was a part of the little biology i know!

well, now i think let's begin from the point zero. Assam, actually, tezpur (to be more precise) was the place i planned to drop into. That is when i slightly pressed against the accelerator. And ever since then, the gears are smoothly changed. Here, i donot claim to be a good driver!

A convent- St. Joseph's School, it was here where i learnt that those little tiny letters which now brings me nightmares; the girl at the extreme corner will be the one who would always stand by you; the tiffin packed for you officially is actually a public property and you have the least right on it; and also that every smile is not true, and every friendship doesn't last as 'friends forever'! however, i terribly miss my school, the church. and when i say 'school' it means the people basically!

"love". here, i was introduced to this word. but now i think it was mistaken with the word 'crush'. i wish the 'oxford' would be a little more clear. whatever. The 'boy-next-door' was always my brother. yes, true! but the tiny 15 year old gentleman made my heart bloom like a garden! silly! but cute <3 !
and about 'love', let's meet this part later!

college- yes i was into one. only 'i' no soul. how i still hate the place. and the 'place' includes the people too!

Now, it's the extension of my "EDUCATION'- scary word it is! And "fingers crossed", i love this place- the 'Vellore Institute of Technology'- too long, i know!

So, it's the journey so far!