Vulnerability. Like that of a mirror.

She's white, she's pale. Like the mirror that follows her everywhere.
It's in the purse she carries everywhere. It's in the car she sits in. It follows her wherever she goes.
She shines when she's happy. Like the mirror shines when it's clean.
She shows what she sees.
She says the truth. Maybe that's why people don't like her.
She reflects what's shown to her. Maybe that's why people hate her so much.
People get angry all the time.
She's like the mirror that follows her wherever she goes.
She shines on like a crazy diamond. She's white, she's pale and honest.
People don't like her, like they hate the mirror.
They get angry because they don't like the truth and yet they come back because the lies seem to grown on them.
She's much like the mirror you see your face in every morning.
You don't like what you see but you're still going to look again.
She's vulnerable too, like the mirror.
For she has a heart and the mirror's glass.
Hearts&Glasses can be broken so easily, unfortunately.
People get angry and break her heart.
And when someone comes and tries to fix her, she can't stand again.
Just like the mirror, the fall hurt so much that it's never going to be the same again.
She's exactly like the mirror she can't resist looking into.
She passes her time contemplating at the first wall she can lay her eyes on.
The wall seems to have become her best friend lately.
She's no less than a mirror.
You can hurt her easily.
But then again..
Before you break her heart, don't forget,
Broken mirrors can hurt you back.

Vulnerabilty is a funny thing. As for now, very funny indeed.

-Wish.

Mr.Stubborn. XOXO

Now I’m sure you all have had your days of anger or pain.

I’m sure you all have had those breakdowns when all you needed was that one person who’d just be there and hear all you have to say.

We all have our bad days and we all have that one person in our lives.

That one person who’s always going to be there when you look to the right.

That one person who’s always going to be the first and the last one to call you and ask what’s wrong.

That one person who would be the first one to run and search the whole Malviya Nagar even if it’s 10 p.m. only because you didn’t reach home.

That one person who will always be the ONLY person who would have the hold to call you whatever he likes.

That one person who would have tasted every fucking dish you’ve ever made.

That one person who’s going to be the ONLY one who has talked to you at every fucking time of the day irrespective of whether it’s a.m. or p.m.

That one person who would miss you the most when you travel cross country.

He’s going to be there every time you go missing. He’s going to be there every time you update a sad status to ask, “Kya hua oye?”

He’s always going to be the only guy who’s going to take you on a scooty ride a day before his birthday at 9.p.m. only because he wanted to show you what he’s going to wear the next day.

He’s going to be the only person who’s going to see all your profilers and read all your captions and yet, is never going to comment on them.

He is going to be that one person you know can’t go anywhere no matter what you do because in the end, it’s going to be you and him.

For me, this person is always going to be him. I won’t name him but he knows it’s him I’m talking about.

So yeah, we all have our bad days.

He had one too.

I couldn’t make him smile so here’s my post attempt to get him to do that one thing that means the most in the world to me.

Until this stubborn jerk smiles,

WISH. 

The Corner Bench.

So there's this one park I go to everyday. I don't take anyone along. I go there alone everyday at 5 and sit in the corner bench. I close my eyes and when I open them after a minute, I see these small girls of 11 or 12 playing badminton. Now all these girls ever talk about are the little things in life. They talk about school. They talk about tuition. They talk about what they had for dinner.

But none of them ever tell each other about anything bad that happened.So I wonder, is their life perfect?

They talk about everything and as I listen, all I can wonder is that how the fuck can there be nothing bad about their days? 

Can life really be perfect?

Then I close my eyes again. 

When I open them, I turn my head towards the other corner.

There, I see a little girl wearing a frock on the swings and then to her right, I see her dad,pushing her to flight. 

Now that makes me freeze for a minute or two. 

No matter how hard I try, I can never break my stare when I see them. `

Because both of them have this look. A look I once saw on my father's face but haven't seen since as long as I can remember. 

But then, what can I do about it. I know, being the obnoxious jerk that I am, I am never going to rebuild my relationship with my father that fell apart a long while ago. 

So I thought, why not do what I have always done. 

Just write about it here and feel like something's off my chest when I know, it's always going to be there. 

Till the day it's not there, 

WISH. 

NOT THE SAME ANYMORE.

Obviously it isn’t. Time changes everything. It even changes the facts.

It can change the fact that there’s no one you can promise forever except your parents. It can change the fact that in times of crisis, there are only a few people you can trust and you call them family.

It can change the fact that you can’t be sad for more than a day.

Time is a very funny thing. They said it was a scalar quantity when I was in 8^th. Maybe that’s one of the very few thing I remember about physics. But they never said, that’s it’s going to be the best teacher ever.

It’s going to teach you lessons and kick you so hard if you don’t learn them.

If you still resist on learning them, it will be a good teacher and teach you again. But one day, it’ll stop teaching you the lessons and give you an exam.

If you pass, merry Christmas. 

If you don’t, the 31^st of October has begun.

Time can change a lot of facts. It can even change you no matter how much you hate to change.

It’s not the same anymore.  They said.

It was never the same like before.

6 months have passed and I swear, it has never felt the same. Like it did, back then.

The Goodbye.

Why not just say goodbye to the bad things?

Say goodbye to everything you don't want in your life. 

To all the times you felt lost and cried. 

To all the times it was a "no" when you wanted a "yes".

Say goodbye to everything that makes you sad or takes away your reason to smile.

To the scrapes and bruises. 

To the heartache. 

To the tear. 

To everything you wanna do for the last fucking time. 

Be strong and be ready to say it. 

Seven letters; Goodbye. 

Courtesy : HIMYM. 

The chance.

So mentioning one more stupid observation. 

How many of you kick small pebbles that cross your way every day?  

90% of you, according to my observations, to say the east. 

Now the next time you kick that pebble, pause and think of it as a metaphor for a chance. 

So now, do you know how many chances do you get every day?                                                                     

Do you see how many chances do you leave half way before reaching the destination?

Do you see how many chances do you miss? The best part is that among all the chances you took or left or missed, there was this one chance which reached the final destination.

And one more lesson to be learnt, it came at the last.  So the next time, you lose a chance, don't cry. The next one, is already on its way :)

I know, stupid. But when you really think about it, is it?

The mask.

And there are these masks we wear everyday. A mast to hide the pain, remorse, guilt and the anguish.

The mask which won't let anyone see that it's not just the water that falls off those eyes. 

The mask which won't let anyone know that the same lips which stretch to make a smile also scream at night.

The mask which doesn't let anyone find our that these same eyes who glitter now, see nightmares every night and cause the screams. 

We all wear masks. It is not to portray what we aren't. 

It's to protect the people we love. Because the moment the mask falls off, they'll find out that they're in love with a completely wrong person after all.