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Unspoken: #TalesOf2015


A 2014 in a new bottle, that's what a friend told me as we called it another day in the unusually warm Winter evening while headed back from work. How has been this year to me - Has it been kind, hurtful, challening or perhaps enlightening? I didn't know. I have been too busy focusing on doing things that matter and giving myself (relatively) more time.

The New year came in with a bag full of challenges. New home, new equations, new hope. The year looked like one long party, with loved ones around and things feeling just about alright. 

With the new year, the list of extended weekends came and without a doubt, plans were made, and then shelved for reasons unknown. Well, some plans did see the light of the day. 

Uttarkhand and Himachal Pradesh welcomed, like always, with their open arms. Be it the unsurprisingly hot Summers or the understandbly long weekend, the hills were there just when we needed them.


Chamba, Himachal Pradesh, India
Though the sea was missed very much, it was time to let it go. For the roads in the mountains and their love called me once again, shrouding me in its mist and magic and the ride was just about alright. 

But then with every high comes a bad hangover. Amidst misunderstanding, mismatched expectations and avoidable exchanges, few bid good-bye, some close ones were seen off with a broad smile and heavy heart. Yet, life chugged on and birthday arrived. Tosh, a tiny li'l village in Parvati Valley, mended me and gave me the strength to make a few tough calls, including quitting a dead-end job and a few dead-end relationships, surgically.

Nemo indian beagle mix dog
Nemo
New bonds were forged, life became exciting with my Nemo coming in on a pleasant July 13th. I immediately knew what it felt like to be a father. To be worried sick with every sound that the puppy would make and the diligent rounds at the vet and finding the world's greatest joy in seeing him sleep on my lap, it's been an unparalleled ride.

As a trip back home happened, new realization dawned. Bad thoughts were jettisoned into their own despair and few decisions later, here I was, getting ready for another year.

A new hope dawned during these times. Life suddenly had a purpose, a goal. Here I was in the abyss of disillusionment and this bond felt like a last fight out from the current predicament. 

I looked back at the good-byes and the hellos, I looked back at avoidable exchanges and unavoidable happiness. There were friends, there are friends and there will be friends, just different ones. A sad reality and a happy realization nevertheless. It was far morose as it is going to be amazing in the coming days.

In the days to come, there will be despair lurking somewhere to wrap its hands around me. But that's alright. I'd have myself to make better, with every failure. There are new people in my life, new place, better place and expectations which are handled. So, even though it's a tough battle, it's not one that I am fearing losing easily. It's being an amazing ride and I have made, above everything all, memories. Amazing ones. 

As months turned to weeks and weeks to days, the new year seems impossibly close. I cannot wait for the next year to start and so many plans to take wings. 

I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda.

Farewell, My Friend


Farewell, my friend, as I see you off to a journey unknown. Farewell, that's all I can say. I have had so many things to write, and yet, I can only muster this word. Have a happy life, may you be loved like you always wanted to be, may you love like you never have. May the moments we cherished together get written over by better ones. May you travel the world, see the stars glisten on someone else's eyes, someone who loves you as much as the world.

Is It Really Worth It?

'On Melancholy' - The School of Life from Hannah Jacobs on Vimeo.

Through the silence in between the words and through the disappointing glares of so many, you may have asked yourself this question, or worse, forgotten to. They have marched on, leaving you with a shattered thought of hopelessness, like a dinghy lost in the sea, lost in the silence between the words and you hope and pray to find the answers and find your salvation. There are so many things that are running through your mind that you are oblivious, oblivious of the very root of the problem that has taken you down the path you never wished you had set foot on. And yet, here we are, through the nothingness of cold winter and a stiffling summer, trying to find answers.

To Unlearn Your Love


The call got disconnected before I could say "Stop!", before I could plead one last time to that person, individual, to still hope, to still consider the morning after the night. The call got disconnected as the night enshrouded me into a raging storm of Whys and What Ifs. I could call back but the number will be switched off, I could leave a message but it won't work the same way. Social networking sites, the thought-dump of so many of us, weren't quite working for me. When you are angry, you can still mutter a few words. But this was rage, an anger so pure that the mouth couldn't fathom a few words. Suddenly, the cold night didn't seem cold enough.

Not Being Sad Doesn't Mean Being Happy


"Hey! How are you?"

The innocuous question, what our parents taught us to ask a new person when we were kids, stares at you through that chat window. For a brief second, you wished you had turned off the chat a couple of minutes ago. But you forgot. Because you were busy running down the news-feed, checking marriage photographs, new-mummies and foreign trips of people you didn't care about while your work was calling. You just weren't interested to answer to that. "Such a vague question!", you thought. "I might be dying here but I got to reply that I am Okay. God, damnit it!" You key your reply, which is duly seen in a couple of seconds. For a second, you wished the conversation ended right there.

All That Matters


Isn't it amazing that there is a possibility that someone somewhere out there is thinking about you right at this moment of time?

Do you still remember your childhood, when the only problem that you had was your Mother not loving you enough? Do you still remember your school days, when life happened in those games periods and friendships that formed all along the way? These thoughts, you hold them close to your heart to this day, don't you?

The Quarter Mile


It's midnight now. I have my dad calling it a night. I have 24 years and 364 days worth of experience to share, to build up on. I have the faint wind breezing in from the South-facing window, and I am accompanied with thoughts, thoughts that just keep rolling in through the night.

I have learnt a lot. Humbled. Absolutely.

The Unburdened Lie


A lonely road greets the two of you as you head back. The suffocating heat isn't helping. Birds flying back to their home keep circling over their tree hopelessly to get some air under their wings. The dying Sun has the entire sky looking angry and you hope (hopelessly) for all this to get over with. The hand that holds you begins to tighten around your arms. You feel the words suddenly weighing heavy, heavier than the Summer heat that lingers in the air. 

I Still Remember You


I still remember.

I tried forgetting you all this while. I met new people, found new hope, changed my entire self, a self that was created by you. I changed the way I met people, the way I saw them. I started living with complete strangers, just to find a new face to remember when I felt low, and on occasions when I was happy.

And all it took was a song to bring you back to me. Well, metaphorically.

The Life in Hurt


"This storm has gone past. Maybe it's will be alright for some time."

The petrichor of silence is all that you are left with after your thoughts rain down all night. The desperation isn't visible to everyone, anyone perhaps. Yet, inside you are burning with questions, with thoughts that are raring to turn your world upside down like a shipwreck in a storm. And you can't have your sails brought down. You have to move ahead.

Between Melting Faces

Everyone has a face with its own story. We come across so many of them, sometimes in the same person we see everyday. Sometimes, we look upto them and on some occasions, we look down upon them when we can't find the answers that we are looking for. 

And all it takes is a lie to melt them away. 

Parents

They bring you the world. They make you what you are today. They are your parents. You may not notice it but they are nothing without you and neither can you be anything without them. I have seen people being sad despite having everything in their life, just because they couldn't share it with their parents.

Success is nothing if you don't have people to share it with.

Happiness in a Small Package


A breeze typical to the sea blows through the road. I, along with a couple of friends, walk through the bustling sea-shore crowd in the evening. A crowd typical to the city makes the place suffocatingly intolearble. Yet somehow, the sound of waves crashing keep coming to my ears. I am eager to find a place to sit down, to contemplate on certain things that have been bothering me off late.

At the far end of the road, where streetlights and darkness seem to embrace each other, we all get a place to sit down.

I take a deep breath and let the sea breeze fill me up. I am neither in the yesterday where I had to meet deadlines nor in the tomorrow where the unknown deamons of uncertainty await. I am right there, at the moment, where I can either choose to be happy or to be sad.

A moment is inconsequential if you don't know how to be happy in it.

Are Regrets Necessary?

"What if ..."

A blackboard with WHAT IF written on it

You slogged it out in the office. You have had a tough day. All you are looking forward to is may be a bath and then hitting the sack. You suffer through the traffic, get back home, talk to a few people on your way back over the phone, your fingers itching to hit the disconnect button. You loosen the tie, wipe off the early summer sweat and finally hit the doorbell. 

The final flight of stairs seem like a challenge too magnamious. Yet, you walk on. You are irritated with "life". The frustration shows up in the way you untie, unbutton, unzip. You are only minutes away from hitting the shower knob. You thought to sit down for a minute to cool off. 

That's exactly when the world of "What if" hits you.

Battling Frustration, One Smile At a Time


Life is a constant battle between anger and peace. You are under tremendous pressure from all quarters and yet you hope for all this to go away. But no! They keep coming back to you like moths to a flame. You run, fumble from one problem to another and by the time you realize that life happened, you are too late. 

More than losing the battle, it's about the losing the people you love, isn't it? You constantly, willingly, happily give up your little pleasures just to see them happy, just to see them a bit more comfortable, and yet no one returns your favor. There must have been times when you questioned yourself as to why you did this to yourself for the sake of others?

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Trust me, I have too.

Are You Worthy of Trust?



You and I are walking down a cold, dark alley. Not a single soul is around for miles on either side and the moon is shining down brightly to illuminate your benign face. Surrounding us are tall trees welcoming us to their home. We walk till a small opening. The moon looks so beautiful on your face. You are right there, smiling oh-so-perfectly at me. 

I draw you closer, feeling your breath for the umpteenth time. Everytime you touch me I am in heaven. I embrace you, it's as if I am embracing my own self. I don't see my self any different than I see you. I fall in love over again.

You take my hand, press it against yours and look at me. I can see the moon through your eyes, and the sheer love in them for me. I feel blessed to have a person like you, so beautiful, so serene. Every time you smile at me and ask what is it, I go deeper within you. 

Miracles ain't Forever


Please read the Part-1 of this story here.

Calls soon became a daily affair. There wasn't a single day when Sam and Trisha didn't have a talk. They laughed, talked about the future and the person they want to spend their lives with. Sam was getting hopeful. After all, he was a human being. Even though Ryan and him were good friends in college, they hardly exchanged number after it was over.

But Ryan wasn't the person he thought about all day long, it was Trisha.

They met a couple of times after that day. They visited the places where they shared memories. They even visited their college just to check how much it had changed. In the mean time Sam helped Trisha in getting interviews.

The Adventure of Emotions

It drizzles somewhat in the evening. Sam rushes past his office work to head home. The first day of the year, a Sunday. He couldn't curse himself. He always wanted to be an editor. His parents were waiting for their son to head home quickly today to have a quiet family dinner. They haven't had the chance for so long. After all, their son rarely arrived before 3am.

He was given an early off. His boss thought to take pity on him. Sam was out of the office before dusk and dinner was still some time away. He decided to savor the city and remember few things he'd so desperately wanted otherwise.

Discovering the True Essence of Love


“When you love someone, you’ll do anything, you’ll do all the crazy things, that you can’t explain..”
-          Bryan Adams

I have always pondered about this simple little question. Pondered over this question on my way back from office, pondered over this simple question when I stood at the edge of the road and watched the world go by. Love is such as beautiful word. Love happens when we find our inner reflection is somebody’s eyes. I am a person who strongly believes in love at first sight.

So, What's Your Resolution?

Another list, another resolution, for it's another year altogether. Every year, we sit down to create a list of all the things that we aspire to achieve the next year - may be lose weight, may be to quit smoking. But they seldom last a week, just like the new year's fad.

So, what's your resolution for the coming year? Here are few of my suggestions -
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Aurindam Mukherjee