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He walks towards her apartment. And stops at the gate. He isn't sure if this is right move. He knows that he behaves stupid when he is nervous. So decides to not do that. And he waits. He calls her up, but her phone is not reachable. He tries couple of more times. But it's not happening. He feels restless, should he just leave? And that's when he gets a SMS, she's on her way to the gate. It's often the case that, the person you talk on WhatsApp and call, isn't same in the real world. And that's what he's worried. What if she finds him a nerd or weirdo, he's too tense. But somehow he holds everything together. And she walks out of the gate. And she smiles. And that makes him smile. There's famous lyrics from a famous song, "Itfaaqon mein, laakhon mein, milte hai ajnabi " ( it  takes millions of coincidences to meet two strangers and connect - poor translation), and that's what is playing in his head while walking with her. ...

"Lately I've been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be" And that's the lyrics of the song 'Counting stars' by One Republic. Very beautiful song with awesome music, but this line of the song has made home in my mind. Cause it's literally the story of this generation (My generation, LoL). I have seen people talk about the world, as if they see it as a dream. And everyone is a dreamer, everybody wants something that belongs to our imagination only, like an expensive car, or a perfect partner, or a super-paid job or maybe an awesome vacation, a rich home, or other "N" number of things. A dream which makes us feel good, just by imagining that it would be true. Now coming back to the line. While thinking about this dream, few of us realize the fact, (Everybody sooner or later), that it may just stay as a dream in the end. And that thought loves to haunt us. And then we start to panic. And literally lose sleep, in some c...

Something woke him up, and the clock said it's just 2 O'clock after midnight. He looked at the cell notifications, and gave out a sigh. He knew, he was fucked. Now, there's no way he could attend the morning meeting, and even if somehow he could, it would be a zombie barely looking alive at the office. He always imagined that he'd have a perfect life, and after having it, he'd realized it wasn't perfect. It was as if he dreamed wrong. He used to cheer himself up whenever things would go south, by saying 'i just woke up on the wrong side of the bed', and now he felt as if he woke up to the wrong side of the life. He rose, and went to the balcony, and on the way grabbed a can of beer from refrigerator. Holding that can made him laugh, cause it was only the beginning of the Monday. Apparently the breeze was pleasent, and the city was asleep. Taking few sips at a time, he kept thinking about a question which was haunting him for long. "What do yo...

Once upon a time there was a storyteller, who used to go to village to village, to tell his stories. Kids loved him, as he would tell them stories of fairies and pirates, and witches and wizards. He used to take them to worlds they dream about. On his journey, once arrived at a small town, and as usual kids surrounded him, but with those kids there was a young lady. The storyteller got little confused, cause he wasn't used to adults as audience. After the session ended, the lady came to visit him. And told him that his stories were great. He smiled, and told her that he was surprised to see an adult in his session. And asked her, what brought her to these stories. She told him, that she was always amused by the stories. And more than that, she was curious how these stories got created. And that's what she asked him next, "How do these stories come to your mind?, Do they just appear in your head or you observe them anywhere?" "...

I believe that we all have some triggers, towards happiness and sadness. During childhood these things were fairly simple, like watching Pokemon after school made me happy. Playing cards with cousins during summer, or watching a India-Pakistan match with family and friends(true till date) made me feel good. But the thing is I never realized that these things were the triggers.  And just like happiness triggers, there were sadness triggers. Apparently those were pretty simple too, like sitting on first bench by teacher's command, or cycle getting punctured when the repair guy wasn't available, or maybe something like waking up on Saturday morning for school when sleep wasn't letting me get out of the bed, lol.  And when I think about these things, those were easy to trigger, in both cases, rather possible, very simply.  But then I grew up, just like all of you, and it became tough. And now we all have to work towards happiness, and apparently sadness loves...

                                       "It's not who you are underneath, but what you do, defines you", very strong thought mentioned by Batman. And yes, our actions makes us who we are, rather than our thoughts. But have you ever noticed that our thoughts as well as actions are inspired by people around us? It's rather rather very simple. Like a child learns every little habit from his parents, siblings and other family members, we too, observe and learn from the society. Sometimes consciously and many times subconsciously. We all do this, because every connection we develop with a person creates a mark in our lives. It's not necessary that the person creating the mark is very important, but somehow s/he will give you something that will stay with you. A mark that probably will stay with us even if those people aren't with us.  It could be very simple things like picki...

कहते हैं खुदा बहुत दिलदार होता है, पर वो हमेशा नहीं तुम्हारी मानता, वही तो एक है जो, तुम्हारी काबिलियत पहचानता इसलिए कहते हैं खुदासे वही मांगो, जो तुम खुद नहीं पा सकते, वो सब को आजमाता है, दिखा के अलग अलग रास्ते तो मैंने भी एक दिन ठाना, के अब से कुछ नहीं मांगेंगे, अरे उस बनाने वाले को भी तो पता चले, हमारे तेवर अब ऐसे ही रहेंगे पर मैं नहीं समझ पाया खेल उसका, एक खूबसुरत मुश्किल वो मुझे दे गया, मैं समझ ना पाया कुछ भी, और मेरा सब उसका हो गया पर ज़िद तो ज़िद होती है, ऐसे कैसे छोड दें, एक हसीना को पाने के लीये, अपनी खुद्दारी थोडी बेच दे तो बुलाया हमने उस खुदा को, हमारी चौखट पर एक दिन, और पुछा उससे के क्या लोगे, हमारी मुश्किल कैसे छुडाओगे? वो बोला, 'इतना गुरुर है तो दिल को समझा दे, उसकी कीमत अदा करने की तेरी औकात नहीं, थोड़ा आईना देख लेना मेरे दोस्त, दूर दूर तक, तू उसके कबिल नहीं पहली बार थोड़ा खुद से नाराज हुआ, एक पल के लीये ही सही, गम का एहसास हुआ, आखिरी बार उसकी हंसी को याद किया, इस सबक को साथ लेके, फि...