I am much more than just a pretty face and this is the reason I am sailing through the tides inspite of having all the reasons to drown.

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I walked around an abandoned place.
And felt a certain kind of melancholy there.
You know the feeling which is soothing yet heartbreaking, all at the same time?
Soothing; probably because once upon a time this place was alive. Heartbreaking; because all that is left now is of ruins.

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I like the greyness of the sky. It feels real and surreal, all at the same time. After all, the reality lies in shades of grey, doesn't it? Away from the vagueness of black and white, grey is something that's genuine and true. That's the thing with the weather, you know. It keeps changing yet remains its real self no matter what. Be it the broken leaves of autumn or the earthy scent of mud with every rainfall, the weather never loses its reality unlike people who justify their unreal aspect with the narrative of “change is inevitable”.

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From the left corner of the bed touching the side panels of the window to that slightly scratched wooden table which had all your favourite books lined up together, that place was more than just a home.

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From trying too hard to believe in “you only live once” to vaguely disappearing in the crowd because of the “fear of missing out”, life certainly becomes a labyrinth between these YOLOs and FOMOs way before we realize it. A labyrinth where it is difficult to find a way out, difficult to survive and above all, difficult even to exist.

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I WILL BE THERE.

When you look in the mirror
and the reflection is nowhere close to you,
and you realise it's time to bid adieu..

I WILL BE THERE.

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We might be a little lost, a little scared, a little messed up but, we definitely aren’t here to quit. Not today, not tomorrow, never ever.

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In the middle of an ordinary life, I found my fairytale in you!

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"And, it took me a lifetime to understand that our forever ended long back."

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I have often been told "you have changed a lot". "For all the good reasons". I add. Maybe, they don't think so. People judge real quick, don't they? They notice the change but, fail to see the years of pain I endured behind that pretty smile. They judge me for enjoying my solitude but, never held my hand when I was lonely. They smirk at my love for books and fictional characters, but were nowhere to be found when I needed company. They complain about my indifference, but had walked away when their words could have made a difference.

It took me days, months and years to endure self-love and rise with every fall. And, you tell me I have changed? Well, I don't mind. It's okay because your validation doesn't matter anymore.

C'est la vie!

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