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Clockwork

Clockwork

Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Angry shouts. Alarm. Snooze. Brush. Rush. Coffee. Work. Coffee. Play. Coffee. Angry Shouts. Work. Cycle. Coffee. Cycle. Set alarm. Day after night, week after month, I sat (sometimes laid down and looked at the ceiling) and wondered, wondered about how easy it was to forget, how easy it is to preach, how easy it is to dream; how difficult it is to let go, how difficult it is to heal, and sometimes how difficult it is to even breathe. But…

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Too early

Too early

Early, what’s that? Chapter VIII Too early: The Lunch Box Journal Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V, Chapter VI, Chapter VII If time was really money, I would have been a millionaire with the fine people had to pay for being late. – Someone famous. Time is what defines people. If time stopped, everything in the world would be like a photo hanging in the darkroom, a tint pink light suspended  in the air. But then again, if the whole universe was to be…

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Blog Love. #BlogChatter

Blog Love. #BlogChatter

I take on the baton of Blog Love from Bushra (dewcool). The Journey 8 years, 720 Posts, 6000 pageviwes, wordpress says 380 followers, but I highly doubt that, 400 odd comments!  It has been a long way, don’t you think? So, it all started in 2009. It seems like yesterday, though. I guess I have told this story a million times over, even though my total number of posts are just seven hundred posts, in total. Whoa, right? Not exactly. It might seem…

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Recognized.

Recognized.

Finally, I got recognized. “What? Worst Blogger Award?” and that’s how the roasting started. I could have avoided that, if I didn’t leave that disclaimer at the end in the previous post. One of my other friend already started shouting, quite literally, after having specifically mentioned not to make a big deal out of it. In a way, I kind of knew something like this would definitely happen. And I am here, writing another one, to be roasted a day later. I…

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I wish I were…

I wish I were…

I wish I were a dream  An epiphany of a mystery, Surreal, as it may be For the protagonist I would be. I wish I were the time, A companion in might A reminder in sight Always moving, ahead. I wish I were the spring, Reminiscing the past mistakes Reviving the lost phases, Humbling new, better beginnings I wish I were a  heartbeat, A rhythm in sync Drowning in the elusive harmony Of togetherness and love I wish I were the horizon,…

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