kabhi Aisa hua hai...
I feel it, I know it and instead if shooing it away, I go along with it. A thought taps on my shoulder, a memory brushes past me, like a small hint of cold air, a chill down my spine, a ache in my heart and I feel a touch, a hug, a whisper....I know for a fact that I'm alone and yet these vibes come to me. I fear of sounding dramatic, but maybe the films are based on real people. But then this is the first time, im giving this whole process the privilege of the written word.
So instead of letting them go, I tap back at them, I smile, I have full length conversations in thin air with myself and the the thought of a person. People I haven't spoken to in ages, people I miss gut wrenchingly bad, people I lost touch with, celebs I adore aka hrithik, saif, g. Clooney, my ex-bosses, gulzar Saab, ghalib, you (my blog), taran when I'll drop him at dorm and also things that I couldn't muster up to say, I do now.
These convs fuel a lot of what I channel inside myself, thoughts that'll never see the light of their day. But in this Psuedo- real life, sometimes the line becomes fuzzier but I quite love my quirky world. I'm the victim and the adventurer.
I feel it, I know it and instead if shooing it away, I go along with it. A thought taps on my shoulder, a memory brushes past me, like a small hint of cold air, a chill down my spine, a ache in my heart and I feel a touch, a hug, a whisper....I know for a fact that I'm alone and yet these vibes come to me. I fear of sounding dramatic, but maybe the films are based on real people. But then this is the first time, im giving this whole process the privilege of the written word.
So instead of letting them go, I tap back at them, I smile, I have full length conversations in thin air with myself and the the thought of a person. People I haven't spoken to in ages, people I miss gut wrenchingly bad, people I lost touch with, celebs I adore aka hrithik, saif, g. Clooney, my ex-bosses, gulzar Saab, ghalib, you (my blog), taran when I'll drop him at dorm and also things that I couldn't muster up to say, I do now.
These convs fuel a lot of what I channel inside myself, thoughts that'll never see the light of their day. But in this Psuedo- real life, sometimes the line becomes fuzzier but I quite love my quirky world. I'm the victim and the adventurer.
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