Reminiscence

Dizzy.

That’s how you feel when you run into a significant other you haven’t seen in a long time. A bitter avalanche of icy memories plows into your chest at breakneck speed, stealing the very breath from your lungs. Gasping for air, there’s really no use fighting it; the blow is instantaneous and it’s overpowering. Your eyes land on this person, your heart immediately stops dead, your knees go weak and you internally panic. You force yourself to walk over, but before either of you say hello, you’ve already got an endless amount of things you secretly want to say and an equally lengthy list of questions you wish you could ask.

What affection the two of you once shared was absolutely beautiful, consequently causing any unanticipated meetings thereafter to be twice as awkward. But as everyone always reminded you, life has a way of operating, God has a mysterious way of working, and sometimes things change without a moment’s warning. Even after it was all said and done, it’s still hard to imagine how things could’ve ever evolved from “always” to “never” in what seemed like a single dramatic heartbeat.

Months and months later, you run into this particular person unexpectedly and the realization hits you like a brick wall. The pain is still there. It’s almost as painful as the night you said goodbye, and what if there isn't any goodbye. Enough time has passed to con you into thinking you’ve begun to heal, and of course you probably have, but then you see this person and suddenly those old familiar aches begin to hurt all over again. You were finally beginning to mend after what happened, the relationship withered and ended, however dramatically, but the moment you lock eyes with this person you once shared so many dreams with, your stomach turns and a bitter taste fills your mouth. You can barely breathe. Half of you aches for things to be the way they once were, the other half longs to forget the whole thing ever happened. Regardless of your role in the conclusion of the relationship, it left you shattered and bringing it up after all this time would only pour another dose of potent heartbreak for both of you.

So there you are, standing face-to-face, unsure of what to say aside from the typical small talk jabber. A myriad of emotions swirl through both your heads but they only make former lovers more confused. Maybe you hug an awkward I-haven’t-seen-you-in-forever gesture, but that familiar mixed scent of perfume and cologne makes it even more impossible to know how to act, brief as the impending conversation inevitably will be. You just can’t stop thinking “things will never be the way they used to be” and that’s what hurts most. You both know where your identities lie, Who ultimately claims your hearts and where your fortresses are… and those things are truly what matter most, but this unforeseen meeting is still severely painful and there’s no denying that. It keeps you both awake for nights.

This is me being honest. I tossed and turned a lot last month. I thought about someone so much it was unhealthy.I had to escape.I ran.But that's a story for some other night. I would be doing grave injustice to my trip, and a special someone, if I weren't to dedicate a blog to it. But all said and done, I feel much more relaxed now to have finally let it out.

So here’s hoping I fall asleep easier tonight if I send a simple message out into the void:

Girl,

I still care about you. I think about you all the time. But things are different now.I’m praying for you constantly. I want so badly to know you’re being taken care of. I wish you the best in life, not because you’ll surely find it, but because you deserve it. You deserve so much.

I just wish you knew 'You are NEVER alone'.

Dip.

Insomnia

The clock in my laptop turns to 12.01 am and I realize,that 
                                    I CAN'T SLEEP.

Its as simple as that...Its been like this for about couple of months now.No matter how much I tried over the last couple of months to sleep at night I couldn't fall asleep, before 3am, barring a few nights(in which i was exceptionally tired).

this is ME

It’s a funny thing. Even now I often find myself wide awake staring at the ceiling, and when my play-list runs out, it seems as though all I do is toss and turn. However, a wry irony lurks within such sleepless nights by which my restlessness ultimately becomes the fuel for all sorts of dreams — consciously wakeful though they may be.

Some nights I close my eyes and drift off somewhere between dreams and reality — into subconscious territory where I’m not exactly wide awake, but I’m not sleeping like a stone either. It’s a middle ground,between consciousness and slumber, an abstract reverie where I can see, hear and feel everything around me but cannot control what happens. During THESE nights I must prepare for anything because there is no telling what can happen.

Sometimes I’m yanked back into reality by the most nightmarish threads of illusion, dreadful night terrors that leave me out of breath with a lead hammer pounding inside my chest and a cold sweat. Sometimes I feel myself fighting out of fear, clawing my way through a veil of restless sleep that covers me like a film, yet I cannot manage to slice my way through the thin layer of leathery nightmare. Sometimes I wake up missing my old school days, gripped in a painful swirl of miserable heartache — as if time never healed those scars,and I end up missing ASB a lot more, all over again.

Of course this is all very unpleasant information and is thus, a rather depressing note to end a blog entry on.

However, I delight in the mere fact that being a dreamer often exempts me from the rules of reality and her consequences, be they good or bad — and I love how dreams propel the mind of the dreamer into imagining what the world might be like if such dreams were in fact reality. It’s a compelling thought and it keeps me on my toes. I love that.

All this to say — when my heavy lids finally surrender to the weight of any given day’s worth of living, breathing, working, doing and being, I savor the moment with a vigorous (though slightly reticent) taste in my mouth because, as I’ve mentioned before, there’s truly no telling what might happen.

Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn’t want to live there.

the purple kite

When my mom pulled the covers off me this morning(read early-morning),I was still half asleep,and as I am not much of a morning person,I was pretty annoyed at first,but all that seemed to disappear as soon as Maa brought me a delight-ably yummy cup of hot chocolate.My romance with life continued because as I rose up from my bed,and went to my window,with the cup in my hand,to sit down, a pretty sight greeted me,the neighbor girl was on the roof with her brother,flying a brilliantly striped PURPLE KITE in the pristine blue February sky.


EYES WIDE OPEN!!!


There was something really rejuvenating about the whole thing,I just stared on,as the kite soared in the early morning wind.It kept on rising,until,it was a small dot.immediately I finished my cup,and went over there with my camera,just to capture the moment.I was pretty happy with the picture I got,and while looking at it,in my laptop screen,long after the morning had passed,something struck me.


Kites,or 'GHURI' as they call them here in Bengal,have something really inspirational and awe-inspiring about them.Well...before going further,I must add,that I can't fly a kite,even to save my life,but growing up in sub-urban Calcutta(yes,Calcutta),I know the sense of passion people down here attach,with flying kites.

Staring down at the picture in my laptop screen,I couldn't help but notice the parallel that can be drawn with flying a kite and life itself.Growing up as a kid I could never understand why people had such a craze about flying a piece of paper but over the years,I realized that a kite is not merely just a piece of paper,in fact it is lot more..It is symbolic of the eternal human desire to fly,it provides wings to the person's soul to soar up above the daily troubles of life and fly high.When the kite catches the great easterly and rises up,you sense a thrill of anticipation yourself,as if you are rising along with it.

I remember back then in my teenage days,I sometimes used to spend my entire afternoon just gazing up at the sky and watch those pretty colorful dots,soar up,gracefully.Staring at those flying kites almost took your mind off to a different world all-together,a world without any worries or limits,a world without boundaries where you feel a sense of freedom watching those independent dots waltz to the tune of the blowing breeze.Your heart dances gleefully at the sight of them and you suddenly find yourself,SMILING.

It was a lazy spring afternoon,and I was engrossed in my thoughts while my eyes was fixed at the picture that i had just clicked.The silence was broken when Maa called out for lunch.As I glanced over by my bedside table,I saw the clock indicating that it was 10 past 2 in the afternoon.My room was filled with bright sunlight coming through the open window,and as I went up to it,I realized the roof was empty.The girl and her brother where no-where to be seen,neither was the kite.


The roof was EMPTY!!!


I came back and sat by my bed,Maa called me again, and as I looked to hibernate my laptop,I found her.There she was,flying the kite,right in front of me.A smile came to my lips.Somehow I really loved the picture.I took one last view and put my computer to sleep.I just wondered if she would be there again,when my computer woke-up.

Something told me, SHE WOULD.

I managed a smile again..:)