Coffee And The Rain

When I saw him I thought of a song. " नाम गुम जाएगा चेहरा ये बदल जायेगा मेरी आवाज़ ही पहचान है गर याद रहे" Every time I see his name pop up on my screen, I think of this song. Every time I hear this song I am reminded of him. And as people,  we remember. I remember the way he paused when he spoke to me. skeptical of this strange human in front of him. and I remember... the way he would turn to smile when we said goodbye. Maybe when we're older, We might not speak.  We might not know each other anymore. Back to being strangers, he and I. But I know... Even then,  this song will remind me of him. When someone pauses to look at me,  I'll expect it to be him. Because, as people, We Remember _________________ Oajaswini S

"Why do you love her?" They asked him "Why?" He asked them back... "What do you see in her?"  He looked at her...  The way her hair lay there, effortlessly beautiful. The way her eyes smiled when she spoke to him. The way she swayed her hips to the rhythm of his heartbeat.  He couldn't help but stare at her in awe.  Every step she took was majestic.  Every breathe she took was a blessing.  She never looked any less that Angelic.  They looked at this goddess and asked him why he loved her?? They dare ask him why!  Why does the sun rise?  Why do we breathe?  Why do the birds sing?  Why should he not love her?  "I- " he stuttered "I do no know why I love her...  But i do know...  If I am able to give you a reason to love her...  It is not truly love anymore" _________________ Oajaswini S

Here is to all the emotional wrecks Looking at sunsets and crying. Here's to all the hopeless romantics  Not knowing how to speak about love. Here's to all those, who always feel like words just don't mean enough. Words are never enough.  I can't tell you how my heart burned  Every time I saw the sun burn the evening sky. Or that time when my breath got caught in my throat  When that rainbow appeared in the sky. My brain stops functioning every time I smell my favorite drink. And sometimes, when I finally work up the courage Try and explain what it feels like,  I feel like everything I say comes out wrong. Sometimes, I'm afraid that no matter what I write about,  No matter how I word it,  You will never know what I felt like in that instance Because they are only words.  And words never suffice. ___________________ Oajaswini S 

 A girl from my class asked me why I liked reading sad books. I told her it was because..... I don't know.....  Now that I think about it, I really have been reading a lot of sad stuff lately. I thought about why sad books made me say "This is beautiful" Being sad has never been a good thing... Being sad was never "beautiful"  We get our hearts broken because we had the courage to love We cry because we were happy before.  There is no sadness if there is no happiness in the first place.  When a book has a sad ending, there is always a happy beginning.  That happiness is what makes being gloomy beautiful. Death is sad only when life is happy. If not, no one would die sad, just alone. I guess what I'm trying to say is, Amir suffered because Hassan was important to him. Dalia died because Amal had to survive. Laila's life seemed gloomy because she loved Tariq. So the next time someone asks me why I like reading sad books,  I'll say "There was a tim...

When you told me I should rest I told you that everything is beautiful when everyone else is asleep. And you bought it.  I wanted you to tell me that it's always better when someone else is with you. That when everyone else is asleep i should be too. That I had you to get me through it. And that i wasn't alone. I wanted to tell you how much I yearned to sleep. How much the night scares me.   The morning light makes me feel better but when everyone is asleep i am alone.. trying to get my tired eyes to close but failing miserably. But I couldn't. I could never tell you.  I felt weak, abnormal, but I'm an insomniac and this is "normal" for me. I watched you slip into slumber while i stay awake, barely breathing, trying my best to calm my mind. Next time you ask me if I'm okay.. I'll not run away. Not from you. Not from myself.  I'll tell you how the night is long and the mornings are tired. I'll tell you how seeing you sleep makes me jealous. I...