Melodramiac

  Dear Malco, If I looked at the world through your eyes, I would surely require a parallel world, one in which you could be fond of your close ones, and everything would not revolve around Jane. I understand how you fantasised about those stories, those creative moments in your writer's imagination, and those emotional times that you never shared. You wanted to speak the truth and touch the reality that you were moved by her, but the fact that she was hurt when you noticed those 27 dresses she arranged were all by herself. You could feel how those efforts that go unread to everyone, those small things you need or wait for people to notice, clash with someone who actually does. I know you weren't even ready to look at Jane as your partner, and the way you kept arguing with her and with yourself until you accepted it is a CRUSH. That non-believer self in you was a raw critic that made her so distant from you, but got you so close to her simultaneously. This...

My heart was never ready to settle until the wave named ' her ' hit my soul!  The story is as simple as it should be...we, we liked, we loved and we lived with it.. "...but why now?" My heart questioned. "Because you mean the most to me right now." She pulled me closer. "...and I need this now to be our forever. I love you." She overpowered, and I stood still. My heart kept asking me if I was sure. If I felt okay? If I was okay with being there for her...? Is everything supposed to be that good? .. but... Oh man! How could I miss... How she despises those little hair strands covering her face. How she enjoys the scent of my oldest perfume, When she is upset, she likes to tie her hair back, how she enjoys feeling good in her new dresses, How she enjoys sipping iced coffee as gently as possible, She enjoys wearing light yellow with her large boots, she enjoys reading cards and paper flowers, How safe she feels when I hug her back, t...

 Typing.....(notification chimes) 'What did the doctor say?' She said I have partial blindness..but it is curable. 'Serves you..right (whispers)...See, I am worried now The bill is high, the checkup points are 55 days and I need to rest more, I guess the medicine comprises maybe eye glycerin... I don't know what it says but the prescription is long and I guess it might take longer, I'm scared about coming here ag..(interrupts) 'When is the next checkup?' 25th, the Monday, they said..but I think it's just a check-up, I should be fine, I will get my past reports and the medic..(interrupts)  'What does your parents say?' They are really concerned and worried, but they also want me to be assured and confident when I arrive next. 'Bae, I have something urgent to handle, can I catch up after an hour, thanks!' (leaves) AFTER 1 HOUR... 'Hey, what were you saying? Come on....hey? you there?' Yeah, So where was I? 'I dont know something...

 Dear Firdaus Teacher,  Diary personal thi padhke pata chala - sorry,  par mere ye shabd bhi personal hain, tumhe padhke hi pata chalega.. so.... There's a world we're stuck in and we call it ours, although it's shared by millions and trillions who feel. But this picture we make of our own world, we don't consider where others stand, we never question, never get curious and just dip ourselves into a self zone. The main thing is feelings: when you're lost or feel empty, you want to feel comfortable and able to trust the other half's affection and direction in life. Hope and emptiness are in the same boat, but they are very far apart. I am aware of how your experience with learning to play with a kite was a patriarchal structure, and I also understand how essential your sense of freedom is. You do experience the sensitivity of relationships, the importance of self-discovery, and the taglines that one other carries in a partnership. But trust me, you were and are a...

Dear Wonderland Creation, The more you attempt to replicate, the more optimistic you get about the digital world while also making us realize the essence and beauty of human existence and pushing us to the edge of a deep emotional chasm when we discover that people, lives, and the world itself change. In the end, everyone on the planet experiences a concealed loss that serves as a haven for hope and a penalty for losing their essence. You are in agony, much like a child who tries desperately to put the traumas behind them, but gradually you grow along with them without realising it. You are made to deal with situations you have never dealt with and you must go back and forth in order to move on, but you know what holds you back? Yes, that is known as Hope. " I look at you from a distance, day by day My feelings betrayed you, with your soul I replaced you and you let that happen, It's not your fault, I killed your existence in my heart, even though I knew everything about you, ...

A friend once asked me, "What am I most afraid of?" I was unable to respond to her, although... I really wish I could have tuned in that I'm terrified of what's ahead- The future.. In the future, when I'm young and in good health, I picture myself clutching a picture of my loved ones close to my chest, crying, condemning everything, feeling depressed, but also understanding that nothing will change except for me, The future in which I find myself making decisions, hurrying, and dying every day with every breath, and the world allows it to occur since no one knows and no one ever will, In that future, I'll be afraid to grasp a man's hand again, cry, get hurt become furious, lose, discover the patriarchy, and latch on to the idea that I've never belonged, The future in which I stand in front of everyone and cry, fail, and lose, and then continue to wander through whatever it is that I go through, The future where I lose myself, my lengths, become wea...