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Are you ready to fly?

There is nothing that excites me and amazes me more than airplanes. The sole possibility of travelling back and forth in time, defying all perceptions of time travel. There is also nothing that makes me cringe more than being on an airplane. It makes me sick to the stomach, sends shivers down my spine, and renders me helpless, all at the same time. There is a reason why people send texts and make calls before take-off and after landing. No matter how advanced air travel becomes, no matter how many thousands of dollars you spend on that luxury first-class suite just so you can feel at home at 40,000 ft in the air, the fear is inherent. I am no frequent traveller, I am no member of the mile-high club, I am just a young girl who sees airplanes as nothing but a means of transport and occasionally a means of thrill. Having taken a few different flights to and from a few different destinations in the world, what has remained unchanged is my praying before each take-off and after e
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This Diwali

For the first time in 23 years, I’m away from home on Diwali Thousands of miles away From the lights that adorn my home The marigold flowers that are suddenly more valuable than ever  So far away from the hustle-bustle in markets Away from that mild chill in the air that signals approaching winter Away from the constant chatter of nosy relatives From the madness in the streets So far away from the cheer of this season’s parties From the warmth of hugs and laughter Thousands of miles away from the thousands of calories I’d be happily taking in This Diwali, I’m so far away from my family From my home So far away that, The only lights I have are the ones on my study table The only hustle I know of is me carrying the weight of my groceries So far away that, The chilly winds here make Delhi weather seem like summer The only chatter I’m going to hear is the one in my dorm hallways The only form of madness I see is in the race for a job So far awa
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Waiting For Snow

Tonight it was going to snow I force myself to stay awake until it does I sit by the window and stare outside  Looking closely in order not to miss the snow fall  So far no snow Only rain, only more rain And disappointment  It’s 3 am  I go back to bed Only to jump out instantly and look out the window again  No snow still  I go back to my bed disappointed yet again  I do this until I become too tired to do it again  I lie on my back  Slowly drifting into slumber  With the hope, that morning will be white and magical When I wake up  The first thing I do is go to the window to see what I waited for all night,  To see what I missed all night. Alas, no snow.  T'was a false alarm  The kind my heart gave me when I thought it was love, But it was only nothing.   Maybe I sat by the window all night to see the snow fall  Maybe I was waiting for something that my heart wanted  Like always, I ended up going to bed disappointed  Not in the snow  Not in
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Nostalgia Dropped by Today

Nostalgia dropped by today, A sudden knock on my door at midnight I wasn't dressed I wasn't prepared I was startled  I was even afraid to an extent Who might it be at this hour, I wondered I mustered all the courage I could Stepped out of my bed, Stepped out of my comfort zone, As I walked towards the door, Seconds felt like hours Reached for the doorknob and looked through the peephole My stomach churned and knees wobbled I recognized the face almost instantly  The familiarity was uncanny I took a deep breath and pulled the door open  Strong winds gushed in and hit my face Memories gushed in and hit me in the gut At a pace faster than in Formula One I felt the ground shift under my feet I felt almost powerless Another gush of wind and memories  He steps inside and approaches me, uninvited Draws me closer and wraps me in his embrace His body pressed against mine as he plants a kiss on my cheek  My heart raced and then sank
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Moving on, but not really

Am I over him yet? Maybe. Yes. I think so. Yes. No. Maybe. Let's see.  Every time my phone beeps, my heart skips a beat in the hope that it might be him.  Every time my phone rings, part of me wants the screen to display his number which by the way I still remember by heart even though I deleted it long ago.  Every time I become part of a crowd, my eyes wander trying to land on that one face I used to cup with my hands.  But I have moved on. I am over him. Right? At least that's what I tell myself every night before I go to sleep. And quite frankly, that's what helps me sleep.  Every time I see someone as tall as him, with a complexion similar to his, and a walk that reminds me of him walking away, I almost run toward the man only to embarrass myself and apologise for the intrusion.  Sometimes I even dream about him and wake up in the middle of the night startled because I can't tell if it was a sweet dream or a nightmare.  Every time I see a yo
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Until I Met You

I was just a little girl   Going around the world   In two ponytails and pink shoes   No worries, no woes   Until I met you, I was just a little girl Going around the world   Singing my own songs   And dancing to my own tunes   Until I met you, I was just a little girl   Going around the world Sand in my feet, wind in my hair   And not a single care Until I met you, I was just a little girl Going around the world   Crossing rivers and climbing mountains   Unaware of the hurt that pains   Until I met you,   I was just a little girl Going around the world   Plucking flowers from the garden of life   Eating the fruit that wasn't really ripe   Until I met you, I was just a little girl Going around the world   Trying to understand it   Playing games that didn't involve the heart   Until I met you, I was just a little girl   Going around the world   With imaginary friend
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Never Again - A Lesson

Experience, my friend, is the best teacher. Time, equally so. My parents tell me that I don't need to make the same mistakes that they made, in order to learn. So, I make mistakes of my own, then regret making them and take lessons from each one of them. So, here goes. Don't let anyone treat you like their booty call. You're definitely not it. Unless you believe in that kind of a thing, then you might as well be one, I guess. There are far better things you can be, than a booty call for some jerk. Most importantly, don't be your ex's booty call. Period. Never give in to lust. It always screws things up. For you, to say the least. They say, lust is one of the deadly sins; today I understand why. It will destroy you mentally, steal your piece of mind and wreck you emotionally.  It is not everybody's cup of tea. Don't say you weren't warned. Do not tolerate nuisance. Not from anyone. Make sure the line is never crossed. What's off limits, sho
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