On 13 December our National Capital Delhi hit a new high in the rape culture. We witnessed another rape and let it slide away as we sip down our every day tea. What has happened to us? Have we lost all our sympathy and empathy? Why people are still so silent? How can they be? How they don’t feel suffocated living in this world of injustice where anyone can get away with anything? Even I feel ashamed waking up so late. It took me some really alone time to reach the conclusion that the situation in our country’s capital isn’t getting any better. Do we need another huge case like ‘Nirbhaya’ to shake us out of our sleeps? Will the result of this trial be the same? It’s democracy right? So shall we expect justice this time? Will there be changes?
A 17 year old boy is old enough to rape but not old enough to be receive punishment. Why? A lot of questions at the standstill with only a few answers in our heads. Don’t you think it’s time to ask some of them to yourself and find answers to them.Why do we ignore such things? OK, not totally ignore but it just shakes us for a moment and then everything goes back to normal.Don’t you think a person’s life needs a little more attention than that. Well then who am I to blame you? I will also be the same, after this post. A trance in which I wrote it and my morning will take me out of it.( In which I leave a lot of things unsaid.)
Travelling daily makes a wonderful experience for someone who isn’t that much into chit-chatting. You meet new people daily and in that whole crowd some faces become familiar. Often I find myself chatting to an elderly lady or a college going student. The conversations are not deep; they come as a refreshing wave in the monotony of travelling alone and are almost always welcomed.
Every stranger in the masses is there with their own stories, own destinations. I travel with my own.
Life is a struggle.Every day we think of the ways to get out of it. We try to keep ourselves happy and sometimes nonsensically busy by doing things which are often of little importance. Every time a trouble comes across our path we think may be next time it will all be OKAY. I just need to get through this one. But does this bandwagon of unsatisfying events in our life ever ends? Do we really get content with a setting in our life? Does it ever comes in our heart and mind that- yes its perfect now, I don’t need anything. Will this rat race of achieving things in our life ever end?
In the end it leaves us with a very important question by a very famous author-
“How will I ever escape this labyrinth?”
There are days when you feel you are on cloud nine and there are the ones where you hit the the rock bottom. There are also the days when you want to pour your love on someone and then there are the one when you wish you could unlove them because you know, sometimes it really gets difficult to hold on to them.There are days when you wish to share your life with someone and there are ones when you just want to be alone.
These days are the ones which make all our memories- happy or sad.The memories – which can give you a painful sting and a sad smile. And there also the ones which fill your hearts with ecstasy. Then there are the few forgotten ones which are remembered only when someone or something reminds you of them and you are like “oh it happened”.
The days make memories and memories live in days.Without the days there can’t be memories and without memories days will be empty.
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
– William Carlos Williams
“It’s all about priorities” someone said to me. Am I not your priority? Don’t you have a little time to ask me if I am fine.I know , things are hard for you right now,but they aren’t easy for me too.
You know I am stubborn, I will never ask you to come to me , yet you never reach out to me. You know I hate sympathy, but I would’t mind a little empathy.
Why are you always in such a hurry nowadays? Why are we missing out so much on our 3:00 am conversations?
The charm of our friendship-our conversations. It’s fading.Please don’t let it fade.I know you will never let our charm die.It’s the best thing about us-our connection to each other.
Remember when I used to complete your sentences and you used to tell me that I just stole words from your mind.And on every random thing we used to say “ditto” .
Our connection-I hope it never breaks.It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever come across in a relationship.