A Battle , A Fight — Growing Up


I was at a friend’s place. I saw a kid over there, well I actually met her. She was such a sweetheart. She would take out money from her mom’s bag to get an ice-cream when she heard the music play, she would  jump up and down the staircase even after being told not to. That made me wonder, she doesn’t care about being scolded, she doesn’t care what others think of her actions. All she knows is that she can do anything & everything that makes her happy & satisfied. She isn’t bothered about getting hurt when jumping on the staircase; she lives in that very moment, & not caring whether her next step brings her pain or gain.

But I realize, how very soon the world’s customs would take that all away from her, all her innocence. How she’d miss it all, just like I do right now. Everyone & everything would try hard to change her, mold her into something she’s not. It’ll be her fight to maintain & sustain it all. A hard battle, I call Growing Up

And we become FRIENDS

That moment, that very moment when you see someone so often that you start to have a huge crush on him…and you wish to get to talk to him, like normal friends, But it just doesn;t seem to be that way, you hardly get to talk to him. And you keep wishing to become friends in order to get done with the heart-melting-crush feelings.



Something quite similar happened with me, I saw this guy, had a crush on him, wanted to become friends, only friends; so that I wont have that funny feeling in my tummy when he comes around. Lucky me, we soon became friends, I even got his number. We’d have chats once in a while. And we’d talk all funny, laughing and giggling. Though he did have other friends who were far too close to him than I was, but I didnt mind that.



And we became friends, I could not believe it. It was just the right thing. Now we get to chat once in a while, I dont have to stalk him 😛  we’re actually real good friends. We had quite some decent talk-times, he’d tell me about his favorite music , tv series and movies. I’d laugh when he cracks silly jokes. We’d talk and talk. I like it this way. Everything seems fine. 

Could it be any worse?

I feel so so so so so so so mad and angry and furious and wrathful and ughh!

Why, why do people have to be so irritating?? Why so mean and selfish!!


The thing is, my boss decided to give that trio a bonus for this month, just because they handled our best customers in the best possible way. It could’ve been me, if only they had not stabbed my back.

Ouch! It hurts deep down inside. I am not in a good mood right now. Oh great, here they come. I wonder what they’re up to this time.

Love Has Nothing to Do With Five Senses



The intellectual is always showing off,

the lover is always getting lost.

The intellectual runs away.

afraid of drowning;

the whole business of love

is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose;

lovers are ashamed to rest.

The lover is always alone.

even surrounded by people;

like water and oil, he remains apart.

The man who goes to the trouble 

of giving advice to a lover

get nothing. He’s mocked by passion.

Love is like musk. It attracts attention.

Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.

Kulliyat-e Shams, 21