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  • preeti_paromita_ 5w

    A thousand miles away

    A thousand miles away
    In a small lopsided village
    I saw pretty faces,
    With brighter eyes and bigger dreams.
    In struggles and tragedies
    They produced melodies from agonies.
    I wondered how surreal existence could be!

    A thousand miles away
    In a townlet bathe in festivities of togetherness
    I saw an old man,
    Waiting for his family's trace.
    Wrinkled and sad
    He traveled where his remembrance led
    And a smile suddenly surfaced.
    I wondered how crucial memories could be!

    A thousand miles away
    In the lush green meadows
    I saw a farmer,
    His Gods have showered their blessings
    After a millenium of sorrows.
    Succeeding to reap what he had sown
    He danced his first rain of joy.
    I wondered how unwavering faith could be!

    A thousand miles away
    I witnessed something so alien to the senses.
    The time I attended to others;
    For once stopped focusing on my own self.
    I tumbled upon Heaven's elysian peace
    A content that filled my heart
    With ethereal warmness.
    I wondered how petite and mighty happiness could be!

    ©preeti_paromita_

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    Chapter 4) The Decision to Change

    Arpita and Sneha had returned. I could hear the giggles and chatters and laughters that reverberated through the gallery into my room. They were heading towards my room. An astounded Arpita and a taken aback Sneha, as they stepped in, were visibly freezed. The lit up room, neat and tidy bed and chairs and the turned off night lamp had really surprised them. They ran gazes all around the room. " Look at this! The table lamp is put on. And the notepad! That is on the table. Have you resumed writing?" Her inquisitive eyes traced along an angular course into mine, as Arpita galloped towards my table. I cut her short- " Don't! Please don't! Don't look into my scratch pad." My wide eyes tossed between hers and my scratch pad. I didn't want anyone know about my resolution. I was going to do something,  definitely. But I didn't want to disclose my plans right at the initial stage. I was fearful of their reactions and opinions. I continued- " Yeah!  Kind of. I wrote something after a long time. I don't want anyone to see that because it is not as good as my other works. I don't feel like showing it to anyone."
    Arpita, thankfully, had a fueled up ego which would never make her knock someone more thank once. Her curiosity was clouded by her, what she called, 'self-respect'. I, kind of, expoloited that. She said nothing and went out of the room. Sneha seemed to be still not out of the surprise. Her pause was briefly interrupted when I finally broke the silence, stating that I wanted to sleep. She bid me a good night and left.

    Chapter 5) The Perplexed Sisters

    The whole night was apparently spent in thoughtfulness. And that urge, that had taken birth all of a sudden, to set myself free, remained my caffeine. My mind shot back to the past and I kept on buckling it to the present every time. And might be, I fell asleep while pondering till late in the night.
    I got up late. My head was heavy and nose was feeling stuffy. And yet there was a hint of refreshment. Yes! I knew! I knew what I had to do. I quickly opened my laptop to check for the available tickets for international flights. I didn't even go for the loo and neither did I freshen up. I was at no point to give a damn about money. I was in a jiffy, for I had to keep my commitment to myself. I booked tickets for Vienna, Mauritius and Philippines. No one knew I had my trip. My month long trip: which I was going to complete all alone. I secretly carried on my packing and arranging the necessities for my travel.

    6th, January,  2018.

    Dear sisters,
    I wish I could ask you out to join me on my trip. But, no. I couldn't. Because, it's the dire desire of my heart to go all alone. Must be thinking when I planned a trip. Well, I planned. And I may not like to furnish answers to the 'whys', 'wheres' and 'with whoms' storming in your minds reading this note.
    Just know that I shall return. When? No,  there ain't an answer for your when. I have annoyed you both a lot. And still you kept on caring for me. I really don't like you guys getting bothered because of me. Who knows? May be, this trip will help me upgrade my annoying version into an amusing and appeasing one.
    Take care,  you guys. Don't worry about me. Before I leave, I make this promise that I shall be safe and sane.

    Yours Loving
    Meera

    I picked up the note and quickly kept it on Sneha's table securing with a paper weight. Sneha and Arpita were downstairs, having their breakfast. I had no option, but leave with them watching me. I had to reach Jubberhatti to catch my flight for Delhi. Only then could I start off for my trip.
    With some efforts and caution, I was dragging my VIP-bag down the flight of stairs when I was briefly interrupted- "Where are you going?" Two curious voices, suffused with annoyance, inundated me with this 'too obvious to be expected' question.
    "Nowhere." I abruptly came out with this one word statement. I knew, that was absurd, vague and even more surprising and annoying to them. Hence, I continued: "I mean, just to find some space for being myself." I replied not in much detail. I saw them exchange startled gazes. "Wait Meera! I say wait!...." And I left those questioning voices behind till their fading into inaudible still air.

    Chapter 6) The Whole New Version

    (After a month)
    I returned back home. My sisters, worried and curious, inquired me of where I had been all those days. My new version had further astonished them. A gentle and genuine smile on my face and words full of expressions on my lips perplexed the duo. Yeah! I was smiling, speaking and viewing the world around with eyes beaming with positivity and hopes. Yeah! I had helped myself out finally. We three sisters sat and talked after a long time. Arpita hugged me before I started towards my room. I was surprised. I was suffused with a sense of satisfaction. I felt one barrier inside, falling apart, might be the last one.

    At night, after dinner, I sat at my desk to fill yet another page of my diary.

    3rd Feb, 2018

    Dear diary,
    Today, I am not going to share any experience on adventure, or  smear your pages with a plethora of melancholic words and phrases. Today, I simply wanted to express my gratitude.
    I thank you for patiently bearing my heavy feelings on your feathery light pages. I thank you for watchfully witnessing the process of my transformation, fondling the warmth in me for all the amazing people I met on my way, and for today, that I can fill your pages with some happy, overwhelming emotions.
    You have been a constant companion of mine as I journeyed from attachments to love, as I learned that, if it was love what I had been seeking, then I had never lost it. Love was there everywhere: in the soothing raindrops, in the scorching heat and in the shade giving trees. In the birds that enchanted me with their unmuffled, melodious songs and in those amazing people whom I met on my way. Those lovely children who evoked the child in me, and in the fantastic dance I danced with them.
    Of late, I realise that I had been foolish. I had cried over an attachment which I named as love. Love had never left me, love can never leave me. For it's the very ingredient I am made of. Love is inside me. It's in the positive perspective I see the world through, it's in the gift of gratitude that makes me hum tunes of euphoria at times.
    Love is in the expanding dimensions within, it is in realising that when all the shrugs of attachments, expectations, thoughts, desires and possessiveness drop, that we get a glimpse of the purest form of love.
    I laugh at my stupidity as I look back now.
    I think, I am getting carried away. Anyway,  I am sure, despite of my piling up dozens of words, your pages are feeling lighter and bubblier today. Ain't they?
    And here I resolve myself for this year with some pledges.
    -I would never think I am unlovable.
    -I would never depend on a human being waiting for love, care and attention. I would do that myself for myself and for others as well.
    -I would be happy, come what may.
    -I would help people, for helping people helps me grow as a human being and in breaking the barriers within.
    -And yeah, I would never give a scope to heavy words fill your pages again.

    Love
    Meera



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    Chapter 2) Last Few Days Of 2017

    Last few days of the year. 2017 was about to end. White snow everywhere around. And my part of Shimla, both inside and out, were deep asleep in the lap of this hibernal winter craddle. All the hues had merged into the source: the white. Nothing had lost its charm though. In fact, everywhere else, the mood of celebration had rung jingles. For, it was the warmth of embracing a new year, that had sparked enthusiasm even in this freezing cold. Meanwhile,  people were busy planning and preparing and merry-making, I was distancing myself from everything. I had walled myself up.
    I used to celebrate as well. I, Sneha and Arpita used to have really good times. Now, 'sisters', I would call it a distant relation. We didn't even talk like acquaintances. Precisely, they wouldn't talk to me that way. And why would they? They had their set of reasons,  reasonable and justified. I had turned weird, unrelatable, and fit to be ostracized from the society of 'normal people'. Ah! A society of normal people: where everything would run on diplomacy, shrewdness and fake laugters and pompous ettiquetes, where there was no corner for expressions, being honest, and for being the 'own self'.
    It was the new year eve. As usual, Arpita and Sneha had planned a get together with our college friends and a small party. Sneha, the kinder version of this selfish world, asked me out, just for the sake of formality, to join them. I refused. Arpita had to state her words, dry and pickly- 'Sneha! Come on babe. You know she isn't going to come. Why do you ask her out? She has become a shadow. A shadow always shies away from light. And so is she. She seems to be scared of fun,  laughter and anything that could take one's spirits high. She is repulsive to being happy. A pathetic creature. I really don't like stepping into this room. Let her stay back. We have got to go. Make it fast babe". And she strode out of the room towards the stairs.
    There was a brief silence. I was looking down. I had cried over night. My eyes were dry. I must have yielded, but the hardened crust around my heart had made me less susceptible to such words. I felt the compression inside, but there was hardly any indentation that could drive me to tears. Sneha was probably speechless. She didn't say anything and left my room.

    Chapter 3) A Sudden Spark of Optimism

    I was left alone. Yeah,  alone was I left! So what? Was there anything, any feeling, any disappointment? I thoroughly inquired myself. No, there wasn't any feeling. I was a paralysed corpse. A ghost of depression. A manifestation of negativity.
    I was feeling sorry to have called Shena selfish, though in my mind. She wasn't selfish. It was my expectation. I expected that she would stay back and give me company as I wouldn't go. Didn't I expect too much. Didn't I repeat the same mistake? Who would stay back to put water into the fire of my agony? Who would give me a hand to drag me out of this pit of despair? Who would sacrifice an entertainment to bring a smile on my ashen face? She was just a perfect 'good girl' who fit into this age. it's my expectations which were way too archaic, or might be, too much fanciful and unrealistic.
    And if I would watch closely, Arpita wasn't wrong either.  Yeah! She was right. '...She has become a shadow. A shadow always shies away from light. And so is she. She seems to be scared of fun,  laughter and anything that could take one's spirits high. She is repulsive to being happy. A pathetic creature...' My mind reverted back to those words, though, not inflicting any pain this time as well. And this time, they posed some meaning to me. I had been imparting no sensibility to my wayward thoughts and emotions. I had lost the healthy perspective of looking into things. I was over thinking. And probably, ...probably I was being myself an 'over thinker'. But this over thinking had led me nowhere. And see! How foolishly, I thought that Sneha and Arpita were selfish and hard! Wasn't that yet again my crippled perspective? They had made efforts to help me out, in their own ways. And I had been complaining against them just because they didn't walk the way of my expectations to help me out! And how high I expected! Could any amount of solacing words bring sensations to my unnerved mind?
    Wait! Was I thinking rationally? Yeah! I was. And some tingling sensation, that were most likely of an unknown excitement, ran like a flash underneath my skin. I could distinctively recognise this feeling, for it had been a long time I had felt it. I knew, somewhere, that I needed to get my head, heart, or whatsoever fixed and that all by myself. I had no idea how to.
    But I had decided. I would lighten up my inside and hence,  my outside. I initiated this by switching on the main light and putting off the night lamp in my room. I cleaned my room, folded all the clothes that were lying around and changed my bed-sheet. Meanwhile, my mind had assembled an ensemble of words that had assumed life from the decision I had just taken. I thought of writing again, I had left long back. I sat at my table and took my scratch pad. I scribbled... stroke and again scribbled. I wasted some pages and a few hours. I needed to put efforts since I was writing after a long time. I didn't want my starting afresh with my work fall blatantly flat. And finally, I gave my thoughts a form, embellished with a high positive note:

    An All New Year

    Down the memory lane,
    Lie the fallen leaves of pain;
    Happiness manifested into fuzzy dandelions,
    Sway their heads,
    Fringing the skirts of the streets
    I walked through all these days.
    Could I only watch them while I treaded the leaves of misery.

    Morning dew that has trickled and stayed on the meadow has so much to say
    For it's a new sunrise,  it's a whole new day!
    Calls out the sparrow and the nightingale warbles-
    " That it's a new dawn and it's all supple grass beneath.
    No dead leaf,  no misery to tread.
    Fragrant flowers and fresh air do you breathe.
    The touch of nature and the kiss of bliss
    Shall change all the pain to gain.
    That you never lose hope
    For you got a new chance,
    While some ended their journey!
    Trifle pinpricks are not to be taken for stumbling blocks.
    All the beauties await your hand,  with their hands outstretched.
    Let your incandescent smile mesmerise the world.
    And let your charming eyes speak happiness and not trickle a tear.
    For it is a new dawn,  an all new year! "

    - Meera


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    Journey From an Attachment to Love ( continued...)

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    A journey from a miserable illusion to an encounter with the self,  through a process of thorough introspection, restrain and resolutions. A self narrative of a young girl Meera, who recently had a break-up with the person she had fancified her whole future. The unbearable pain deadened all her senses for sometime which she brings back to life all by herself. The strength of her weakened heart, the fortitude on the face of the relentless surroundings and the dire desire of her inner self to break free from this bondage of suffering has profusely personified the power of determination and taking a right decision, through her character.
    She goes out on a tour all by herself and her sojurn there, brings out the best version of her.

    Chapter 1) An Unaddressed Cry For Empathy


    " Meera!  Meera! What are you staring out of the window, yet again? See, this is very annoying. I know it's difficult. Well, look...l actually don't know how much you are going through. But seriously! I mean, that's at all not the way out of it. Sitting silent, staring blankly out of the window and talking out to no one isn't going to help. Please Meera! listen..." And before Sneha could add on, Arpita had held her back. And I could hear, though my paralysed mind could not react to the incitement, those cold words that followed in trail - " Let her take care of herself Sneha. What is so annoying to you when someone has chosen to be in nothing,  but in pain? Respect the choices they make. Stubborn morons are anyway not going to pay you a heed, when they have already made up their minds." The conversation simply crossed the channel bridging my two ears. My mind had probably lost the faculty of reaction.
    "Should we see a counselor? May be, this will help us out ..." That was the last statement that tried to impel my mind for a reply. That too went unanswered, anyway... Yes, if I could resemble to something at that time, it would have been a casing engaging another casing.I had to parts in me now. The one part which was completely conscious about the huge devastation going on within me,  was much like a silent witness of a crime; silenced either by coercion or bribery or,  more possibly,  by his own choice. It was numb. The other part, which, otherwise used to ooze out gallons of reactions was paralyzed- paralysed unto coma- as if it was demanding a retort from the 'dead me'; as if it wanted me to abdicate at this merciless rampage of my mind, heart and intellect, but was freezed into motionlessness. And I? I silently gazed out of the window with some 'feeble efforts' to normalise the discord, which would inevitably succumb to death, as the more powerful misery; that was too clingy to get rid of, would batter it until it had breathed for the last time. Arpita, I think, was right. I was being stubborn. I was being  moronic. Or precisely to say,  the inner world had raised enough vengeance for me to yield to it, and I had to slacken my command over it.

    I was unable to relate to myself. No,  my thoughts were not bothering me, neither were my emotions. They had all fallen so silent. I was being bothered by this emotional,  intellectual and spiritual reticence, their inability to solace the tumultous havoc inside. I knew, though,  I wouldn't require to see a counselor... or probably, I needed to. I had no answer! I had no clue either; and I really didn't want to search them outside or seek them from a human being. Ah! My bad. No,  not humans are they. Human beings! No, no...  No one is a 'human'. An apathetic beast  wearing a scintillating drape of human skin. And my situation! That was because of one such scintillating, 'human being'- illusion, a vivacious pretense that led the falsification of all the true emotions i had...
    I stood staring outside the window. I watched vacantly,  the sun bidding a bye-bye until it could be seen peeking over the neck of the horizon. I knew, it had left with a promise to return back again. And my sun! I didn't have a ray of hope. Thinking of the sun to come up was nothing more than a sardonic impediment to the process of accepting my fate!


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    It's new year and it's now when we must drop all the regrets and look out for new hopes. A note of hope from my side to all the mirakeeans and lots of good wishes.

    Saileena.

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    These Beautiful Illusions

    In the deepest trench of hurt, compassion was an illusion. In the woods of slander, praise was an illusion.
    Illusion was ressurection, when the leaves of life had yielded to the hopeless autumn in the heart. Love, the biggest illusion, positivity following the the trail dispassion, from the wounds engraved deep down the floors of my heart would rise as smoke and cloud my eyes, was all in my fate. Making peace with it seemed like sealing the chimneys only meant to exhaust smoke. Disappointments, in fact, seem so peaceful now. Dispassion, so natural! Hopelessness, an armour! Oh Lord! This is Madness I wail! I groan inside! Just give me a way I could heal. I want those beautiful illusions to be true. Make then. At least, for once.

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    It's new year and it's now when we must drop all the regrets and look out for new hopes. A note of hope from my side to all the mirakeeans and lots of good wishes.

    Saileena.

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    An All New Year!

    Down the memory lane,
    Lie the fallen leaves of pain;
    Happiness manifested into fuzzy dandelions,
    Sway their heads,
    Fringing the skirts of the streets
    I walked through all these days.
    Could I only watch them while I treaded the leaves of misery.

    Morning dew that has trickled and stayed on the meadow has so much to say
    For it's a new sunrise, it's a whole new day!
    Calls out the sparrow and the nightingale warbles-
    " That it's a new dawn and it's all supple grass beneath.
    No dead leaf, no misery to tread.
    Fragrant flowers and fresh air do you breathe.
    The touch of nature and the kiss of bliss
    Shall change all the pain to gain.
    That you never lose hope
    For you got a new chance,
    While some ended their journey!
    Trifle pinpricks are not to be taken for stumbling blocks.
    All the beauties await your hand, with their hands outstretched.
    Let your incandescent smile mesmerise the world.
    And let your charming eyes speak happiness and not trickle a tear.
    For it is a new dawn, an all new year! "

    -Saileena


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    'Black' Psychology

    Emery sheets are black, and they give metals the glittery sheen.
    The heart of the lamp is black, with soot, that bears the gleam.
    The blackest clouds bring the farmers profound harvest.
    The blackest of graphite speaks the artist's ideas the best.
    The dense black sky is such a grand silhouette!
    Stars and galaxies love sticking to its chest.
    Despite of all its marvel, that black does flaunt,
    When it envelopes a human skin,
    The society ostracizes him,
    And even the self does daunt.

    -Saileena
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    The embassy of balancing the supremacy of intelligence with love!

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    Hopes...

    There is a very tricky entanglement in our lives: God has everything for us, decided beforehand and things only go according to his will. And again, we have been empowered with the faculties of expectations, desires and hopes.
    When we expect, and his plans donot coincide, we get depressed. When we desire, and he conspires something different, we again feel depressed. But hope is different. Hope is unlike wish or desire, it doesn't attach our minds with any illusion of possessiveness. We freely think of something good knowing that God always does the best. We don't expect it to happen. This is what hope is. Hope never tortures us as do expextation and desire. Always choose this faculty and emerge out wiser!

    -Saileena

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    Emotional Hibernation.

    This emotional hibernation-
    Comes in cyclic phases.
    As winter follows autumn,
    So does my pattern follows its traces.
    I merrily go through my happy summer days.
    Least could I surmise my emotional sabbath
    Unnoticed, follows the winter, that stays.
    And it is when life succumbs inside,
    To a satirical aftermath.
    Expectations creep in, furtively;
    What a havoc does it create, Oh lord!
    I deluge in the downpour of heft,
    My feelings lessening to nothingness
    I cannot but mourn at the theft.
    And then I know:
    Feeling sad is better than feeling nothing.
    Atleast, I am breathing, I know.


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    Women

    Let her rise and fly in the sky,
    Let her shine bright like a star,
    Don't try to pull her wings,
    Don't even try to make her numb ,
    This is her life, don't make it yours,
    This is her mind,don't try it to control!

    ©jushijells

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    I miss u 'my innocence.'

    Time taking its test,
    Wayward winds raising ghastly storms; Everytime, my innocence being challenged
    Amidst each turmoil.
    When I see faces unveil:
    All selfish, ruthless, condescending and sadistic,
    I grumble, I forge my heart to harden.
    I become scared and then, overly protective.
    I contemplate on fighting back.
    Vengefulness and jealousy start peeking
    Through the voids of doubts and uncertainties.
    My innocence gets smothered unnoticed.
    And that mirror, being no less cruel
    Mocks at me and asks:
    " Who are you?" everytime I face it.
    Horror and doubt, all unknown,
    Have a crunchy snack of my clueless mind.
    For an ounce of a moment, I stare blank.
    Inner voice of no help: a bleak and barren moor.
    I utter to myself, an impulsive reply:
    " I miss you my innocence, I miss u. "


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    Engineering College is a dream of many young impressionable minds. Least do they know how arduous and backbreaking one's life is in an engineering college. From sensitive and high-spirited youngsters we become emotionally hardened intellectuals.... Only ready to know our interests the best.... Friends, family, entertainment and life altogether drifts towards the brink and we blindly keep thrusting our hands and legs in the literal 'dead-pool' of deadlines and targets.

    The following lines narrate how I have personally felt being all these days in an engineering college.

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    Engineering College

    Busy life:
    Too many deadlines.
    Forgetting stuffs feel as normal as food and breath.
    Abundance of machines and no touch of life.
    Class after class, class after class.
    Take a breath and meet goals without a break
    And the other day, I forgot to onlook into the mirror of my room.
    Left the water-bottle in one class and the handkerchief in another.
    - "A casual loss", I said to myself!
    I was ok,
    Until only that day,
    When my old roommate held my hand
    And with a trembling voice, she said
    "Dude! You just forgot me altogether!
    I don't mean anything to you, do I?"
    That was wrecking!
    For a while, I forgot I had my class.
    I stood still--
    Looking right into her eyes.
    The genuienity of her words was gleaming,
    Enough to burn down my coldness
    That I had walled up around my warmth!
    I was moved
    Emotions pumped out as a fountain
    And filled my heart with an unknown fear
    " Will there be a day in future
    When humans and robots will be sharing the same family tree?"
    "And I would be a part of that taxonomy!"
    I hugged her- " I have a class dear. Talk to you later."
    I left.
    I wondered on my way--
    " Are all losses so casual?"
    And somewhere I knew, it was my Engineering College.
    I am to be sensible and not sensitive.



    ©a_100_times