The worst kind of tears are the ones that are somehow stuck in your eyes and won't dribble out.
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I don't say I love the people I love often enough. I wish I would let my pride and guard down. I'd make more friends out of people that way.
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If I learnt how to love him, why am I not able to learn to unlove him?
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I talk about love. He miscontrues it to be in love and gives me a lecture like as if love is the death of us.
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We have this socially inbuilt need to do something with everything. It's actually okay to simply allow things to be.
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What do I want to do during my one year break? I want to read, spend time with my family and friends, travel, swim, play squash, play with my doggie, learn how to dance, sing, bring Creation Theatre to South India, publish that paper, meet up with some of the doctors, party, drink more wine, laugh, unwind..but you see, my uncles and aunts think I'm a wastral. So what if those things don't sound like achievements? They make me happy at the end of it all. Isn't that an achievement too?
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I don't miss home. I miss the simple pleasures of home, though. Like my dad's feigned horror when the dog shags his leg. My mother's broad smile when my dad eats the breakfast she cooked with unbridled happiness. My grandmother's joy when I buy something with the 200 bucks she gives me for festivals. Rides with my cousin on the bike. Doing the movie and popcorn routine with my friend. Yeah, I miss the small things that home has to give me.
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I've a simple formula to most things I make decisions about. I ask myself: Do you want to do this? Will doing this make you happy? What does your gut say?
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I've learnt there is no more a deceptive concept than the age-old concept of good and bad.
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Nowadays, even missing you sounds like a ridiculous mistake.
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I don't say I love the people I love often enough. I wish I would let my pride and guard down. I'd make more friends out of people that way.
***
If I learnt how to love him, why am I not able to learn to unlove him?
***
I talk about love. He miscontrues it to be in love and gives me a lecture like as if love is the death of us.
***
We have this socially inbuilt need to do something with everything. It's actually okay to simply allow things to be.
***
What do I want to do during my one year break? I want to read, spend time with my family and friends, travel, swim, play squash, play with my doggie, learn how to dance, sing, bring Creation Theatre to South India, publish that paper, meet up with some of the doctors, party, drink more wine, laugh, unwind..but you see, my uncles and aunts think I'm a wastral. So what if those things don't sound like achievements? They make me happy at the end of it all. Isn't that an achievement too?
***
I don't miss home. I miss the simple pleasures of home, though. Like my dad's feigned horror when the dog shags his leg. My mother's broad smile when my dad eats the breakfast she cooked with unbridled happiness. My grandmother's joy when I buy something with the 200 bucks she gives me for festivals. Rides with my cousin on the bike. Doing the movie and popcorn routine with my friend. Yeah, I miss the small things that home has to give me.
***
I've a simple formula to most things I make decisions about. I ask myself: Do you want to do this? Will doing this make you happy? What does your gut say?
***
I've learnt there is no more a deceptive concept than the age-old concept of good and bad.
***
Nowadays, even missing you sounds like a ridiculous mistake.
3 comments:
There is no better healer than time lady! Give it some time. Hopefully this break should give you a good change of scenery...
damn, lady, you hit it right on the spot! the worst tears are the ones that won't come out.
Dunno how to react when both of you call me lady. I'm so confused!
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