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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...

Tonight is no different.   I twist and turn in bed like every other night.   The events of the day run a recap through my subconscious mind.   Nothing special. I twist and turn as grief takes over. One quiet sob. And another. And another. Before I know it, my sister is awake, holding me tight, asking me what's wrong. She's 15. How is she supposed to understand the so-called problems of adulthood? What do I explain her?   So she just holds me close while I cry the heck out of me.   It's not the kind of crying that babies do. It's not the cry for milk or for a toy or for a video game, nor is it for a dress or a party.   It's over a guy. A lost love.   No, he wasn't my boyfriend and he never could be. There are more kinds of love that can blossom between a guy and a girl, than you think. This was one of those different kinds.   Simply because we were different - together and individually. I don't know why I cry over him but I ...

Today, as I sit to write  I can't do anything but fight  The tears in my eyes that build Thoughts have given birth to guilt Maybe it was me, maybe it was mine Mistakes like these, can't be defined The lines were drawn, I dare cross Let's flip a coin and do a toss Let luck decide the good for us Then it shouldn't be such a fuss A special bond is fading away  What can I do, do I have a say? Stop. Stop. Don't go. Stay.  Knees wobble and my heart pounds After ages, a connection was found Destroy the bud before it blossoms I'd take a grenade, for you, in my bosom.  It'll all be fine tomorrow  But now, I'm overcome by sorrow  And then they say, people leave How am I supposed to perceive  A love not known, a truth not told I had a heart, but now it's sold.  A few months old, a relation not hollow  You make it hard for me to swallow Things will change and words won't be spoken  I'll stand here, clinging to a heart that's broken. 

" Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody."  This famous quote from the book, 'The perks of being a wallflower' dwells on the realistic idea of living a life. A happy life.  Most part of the saying is correct but I guess you shall all agree that even though friends leave, they leave an impression on our hearts and lives.  We are influenced by each person we meet during our lifespan. We are a bit of every person that we come across.  School, college, jobs, offices; we have friends everywhere. At an early age of 18 years, we are most affected by our peers. In ways that are good or bad.  It is a common scenario in schools these days, to see girls and boys fighting over meagre issues like Facebook posts, calls, messages, etc.  Take this example from pre-school days-  Kid: Ma'am, she stole my crayons. She's a thief.  Teacher: Maria, return her crayons right away.  ** 10 years later** Student: Ma'am, she stole my boyfriend. ...

There's something about you What, I have no clue That keeps me in and out Of love and doubt Sufferings I endured with Let all that be just a myth Pray In happiness and sorrow Be my love for every tomorrow Deep inside glows a fire Of inexpressible erotic desire Fulfilment I long Amidst air of romantic song Let our bodies hum  And beat as a drum Dusk and dawn  In arms I want Never apart from me Forever in your heart, a plea.