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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

An eerie quietness fills the room   Something doesn't seem right today He is waiting for me in bed I slip into the blanket that covers his body I tell him that he needs to be well He doesn't listen to me I am yearning to hear him speak He doesn't talk much I am waiting for his words of wisdom He hardly even says anything I remind him of his strength  His body is weak  I feed him naan khatai and imarti each day He is thinning by the day I bring him his favourite food He doesn't eat two square meals in a day I cook him his favourite mutton biryani He can't eat two square meals in a day I bring him filter coffee from the nukkad of the street He can hardly even drink water  I ask him if he'd like to dance with me He can't stand on his two feet  I try to put him to sleep His eyes are tired of being shut  I stay quiet for a few minutes  He reaches for my hand I can't stop the tears from running down

Wind o' wind, carry my message, will you? Blow hard, blow fast,  Stop when you find him, Then hit him hard, and harder, Now, calm down a little, and some more, Relax around him, engulf him in your force, Hush now, settle down quietly, Let him breathe. Let him breathe the scent you carry, The scent that will remind him Of the beads of sweat that covered Our entwined bodies at 2 o'clock that night.  Oh wind, carry the scent of that night, And of lavender candles that burned  To keep us warm until we fell asleep, Asleep on the cold floor of my room Dear Wind, remind him of the heat From our bodies, kissing the floor beneath. And the shivers that ran through me, The goosebumps that rose on his skin, The feeling of him against me, His lips against mine,  Oh wind, remind him, tell him, hurt him Just like he hurt me. Touch his soul and leave him, just like he left me. Then hold him