The clock hits 3 at night and he’s been wide awake. He has been lying supine and staring at the ceiling, with an open travel magazine resting on his chest. Page opened to his first published photograph. Proud moment indeed. Yet, he was thinking about nothing at all and thinking about everything, all at once. Sleeplessness captivates him. With the thundering sound from outside, his soul runs elsewhere. Despite of the fact that he was here, traveling in the mountains, like he always wanted to. But like each night, tonight his heart was lost, wandering somewhere entirely else.
The place where his stomach had ached laughing, for every time he remembers. Where he stood talking with his friends, late at nights. Sometimes, not just talking but shooting at each other through guns on the computer screens. The place where nights often turned to mornings just by walking around from the basketball court to the football field. Place where friends turned into brothers.
Yet today he lay here, peacefully in the hotel room. Controlling the talab – the invoking of his feet to get up and go out in the woods nearby. To put a cigarette between his lips and inhale the taste he had been told to forget. This urge to burn his lungs had been common now. Even though it has been 4 months since he left smoking and that place where he smoked for the first and last time. He wanted to go out and see, who would meet at this hour of the night near the city lake. Who else like him, cannot sleep in the cozy hotel bed. His stomach grumbled with hunger, so he decides to go out and eat. Then he remembers the midnight meals with the online football matches. The ink of thoughts is spilled again over his blank mind. Those four years were something nobody can take away. Those moments, have settled in his abrooh – his conscience. The endless Memories take a stroll and like every night, he falls asleep thinking about his Hostel Days.
Metaphorically, Jaipur – the pink city, the city showers people with love! She is ride of Joy! A person visiting her cannot come back without a smile on his face and a desire of going back again! She is unpredictably lovely!
The city has confined everyone with so much love, it’s enigmatic!
Unfair it is, that people are allowed to leave her. Because, we know, when people leave, they take a part of you with them. When people become a part of your heart, their leaving, that hole of emptiness becomes the heaviest of burdens one has to carry. Yet, this burden is ‘trendy’. Like humans, she has the charisma to welcome this trend and befriend it before anyone can even apprehend.
Oh boy, is she naughty! She is disordered, she is mismanaged and chaotic! But the beauty remains same, the essence, the fondness, the overwhelming warmth remains fiercely unfaded and the loss, well, the loss becomes a trendy fashion! A fashion wherein, the old, the damaged turns into something new. Something new, with a sound of new love bringing a dance of new smiles.
This city makes you hopelessly romantic. The romance for the culture it endures, the romance for the creativity it beholds and the romance for gushing winds in silenced nights. And this pink coloured romance, will briskly pull you to an intimacy from which you will never recover. You will never get over her. Jaipur shall always be an incarnated part of you!
So, took me a while to gather the strength to move my feet up till her room, and I’m glad I did. Because there are 2 things which I read in her diary and I’m thankful that she had been a constant in my life! ❤ I Will like to share it! Because, these 2 quotes took my breath away! You are the sweetest person on earth (were!) and i love u no matter what! always and forever! :*
1. Everyone has a Best friend in every stage of life, only lucky ones have the same Best Friend in all stages of life.
You were and you will always be my Best Friend. ❤
2. Rain continues to fall and keeps me from you. I let the memories sweep over me.
LOVE – it is something to be cherished and held on to. Tightly. While too often it is smothered or brushed carelessly away.
It will live in your heart, long, long after the heart stops beating.
Yes! Aayushi! My Love, You will live in my Heart, long, long after yours stopped beating!! 🙂
He asked her questions and for the first time she had no answers. But, those questions were not just his questions, same were hers, too. There was something in the unanswered question, something in the nothingness she had. It was the kind of nothing which meant everything. They stared at each other and she knew from then on, what his beautiful eyes used to shriek in high volumes, were just lost conversations. Lost communications. And he knew, that she was an unblemished piece of art. And that, art was not meant to be understood, art was just meant to be observed and praised. But he also knew, that he could either decorate it, disrupt it, fix it or hold onto it and love it. Since, art was too new for him, he wouldn’t know what to do.
She was unsure of his decisions, unsure of his choices. Of course, falling in his priorities was her only wish, but he knew this not. She was ready for both, come what may. Ready to be ruined by him, for he would be the most beautiful ache she has ever known. The most beautiful tragedy. She just doesn’t want to let the sparkle of his eyes go dull. She wants to let the questions be. As she was made up of the answers. And she knew she’ll be left with less of herself if he quits. And he knew this. He knew he could break her apart, and he was ready to reconcile her in her shattered form. Despite, she wanted to feel everything that life had to bring. Every question, every emotion. She knows, her smile will still be a painful perception, a venomous charm and a colorful dynamite. Because his questions are her pain, her venom and her colors.
When the world is out of balance,
I’ll accidentally smile,
They’ll call me laughter,
They’ll call me Humor,
They’ll call me Strength,
When all I am,
When the world will break apart,
I’ll just hide, somewhere unknown,
They’ll call me darkness,
They’ll call me loneliness,
They’ll call me tolerance,
When I’m just full of guilt..
When nothing seems important,
nothing seems true,
They’ll call me damage,
They’ll call me art,
They’ll call me poetry,
Perhaps just passion…
When nobody will care,
When nobody will be there,
They’ll call me advice,
They’ll call me innocence,
They’ll call me faith,
or just love!
When there is nothing to live for,
I’ll wing my way and start my fly,
They’ll call me freedom,
They’ll call me hope,
They’ll call me Trust,
They’ll call me wisdom..
When the world is just not enough to belong to,
They’ll call me logic,
They’ll call me time,
They’ll call me energy,
They’ll call me magic,
or, just maybe..
They’ll call me, YOU!