Writings - Unknown

***  Hello, When I saw you for the first time, do you know how I felt? Irritating. Like, who is this girl!? That's where my journey with you started. In the marriage. (You must be thinking, "What marriage!?" Yeah, we'll talk about it. Just continue reading.) Even now I think you're a bit irritating ;). The difference is that now you are more than that. Over these years, how I think about you has changed. It's something that developed over time, slowly and steadily - As if you grew on me. So what is this thing that I have for you? Honestly, it's a mixture of many feelings. My heartbeat rises every time I see you. I am cracking all the jokes I can to watch you laugh. I miss you so much if we don't talk frequently.  I don't like horror movies, but I would like to watch them with you; I don't like talking much, but I would do it for you. Seems like if you are with me, I can manage things better. These days I feel like you also could feel the same a...

In moments of a  Vast day, we face weird hours; and All the knowledge may Not answer, "Why am I here?" Hear out what the Earth Asserts, "Questions sans answers? Judge them never with Downcast looks; They are common." But at these moments, Hope to live than to survive.

I love the adrenaline of a ride, I feel comfortable at the fireside; I like to be the odd one out, I follow the crowd with no doubt. I am content and disappointed, simple and complicated; I am happy and heart-broken, lazy and passion-driven. I fear and embrace change, I set and burn my stage; I break shells and move on, I hoard things and hold on; I am angry at myself, I empathize with myself; I run far away from me, I trust no one except me. The mind is a palace of glass and mirror, of peace and chaos, of unknown unknowns.

     There is no direct train to my village; I have reached the nearby town by train and boarded a bus. The ride starts on a highway and I decide to nap while the road is smooth. It will be evening by the time I reach home. My village rātapādu is famous for arts - especially calligraphies. Most people here are calligraphers, as well as farmers.   Even though I learnt calligraphy in childhood, I lost touch at later stages as I moved away from home. I can't say my adulthood was great. However, my childhood went smoothly, and credit must be given to my elder brother.  Even though I grew up without a father,  my brother stood like a father figure. He has been a hard-working person since his childhood. The whole village likes him and respects him. At first, he used to be a tough-to-convince and clock-like-disciplined coach. N o questioning of elders, no playing after school, no sleeping at noons. But with time, he became softer and gave me more freedom. Being a ...

I go out for a walk, an evening on the streets; I see a tall woman, at a store eating sweets; I think that it's you, and my heart skips a beat; I take a closer look, and I walk in defeat; Oh, it's not the first time, that I wished to see you; Fooled myself many times, that I get to see you; Long hair - I think it's you, Late nights - I think it's you, Crowded - I think it's you, Concerts - I think it's you; I can't say for sure, when I see you again; I live with treasures, with us in a frame; I want to see you smile, where finds my heart its peace; I want to know you're doing fine, which keeps my day at ease; To be honest, I thought you would be my beside; For now, I just want to see you one more time; I walk and walk, to see you; cross the roads, to see you; stop at shops, to see you; look around, to see you; In the end, I reach the home, without seeing you; In the hall, I look at the pic, where I see me and you; I settle in the bed, I smile, rememberin...

     Pain is a dark reminder of our priorities. Especially when the pain seems like your heart is being squeezed. You can't breathe. You can't move. That was enough...     ...to wake me up. The time is well beyond 6am. Feeling a bit tired, but that has become a thing now. I managed to get freshen up. After that, I check my weight to observe that I have lost another half kilogram in a month. With a sigh, I have noted the latest value. I proceeded to read the newspaper and then check today's schedule. No meetings in the morning half. I can reach the office a little late today. After sitting for a few minutes, I started to the office.     Here I am, in my cabin. There is a knock on the door. "Come in", I say. "Hi sir, Good morning..." I see a guy, standing in front of me. "Hi... What is it? How can I help you?" I don't think he has come for my help. He is smiling. Is it blushing? "Just need a minute with you." "Sure. But before ...

*** Missed part 8? Click  here Want to know from the start? Click  here *** So, the search began for a therapist. It's not like one can go to their friends or relatives who are therapists. It works best when the therapist is as alien as possible to remove any inherent opinions/biases between the therapist and the person seeking the therapy.  Rohan searched the internet for various profiles and after filtering, he was left with four people to choose from. A rapport was necessary between the therapist and the person attending the therapy. Till that rapport was not there, one had to try talking to other therapists. So, without wasting time finding his 'perfect' therapist, he randomly selected one person to start with. The first session lasted 50 minutes, but he felt as if it had gone on for ages. After the session, he decided not to consult that therapist anymore. He had to pick his second choice. This time, he asked Ridhi to select a name from the remaining. Ridhi picked on...