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Hey there, I'm gonna ask you to do something, I'm gonna ask you to fall in love. And no, I don't mean it how you'd expect. I don't intend on patronising you for something as pure as what I'm gonna ask of you. I'm asking you to fall in love with the little things. Fall in love with how someone scribbles on the last page of their notebook because they're jotting their most private feelings down. Fall in love with how someone takes out the peas from their mashed potatoes, how someone plays with the loose threads on their shirt when they're nervous, with how someone stammers when they tell you their insecurities, how someone sketches on a random tissue paper because it's art and is worth holding on to, how someone dog-ears a page because they love that one line, with how someone mindlessly sways to slow jazz when they think no one's watching, how someone sings at the top of their voice while buttoning up the shirt to get to work, how someone hold...

Toh kuch aisa hai, ki maloom nahi tujhse roothna kaisa hai.. Tere lafzon ki ruhaaniyat zehn mien rehti hai, tujhse naraaz hona manzoor nahi mujhse aqsar ye kehti hai.. Mera sukoon kab teri inaayat ban gaya, kuch dabi dabi saansien aur mai tere ishq mien qaid reh gaya.. Kaafi dur ho gaye hum, sab kuch thoda dhundla gaya, intezaar nahi kia maine par teri awaaz ke lie khud mien hi mayassar reh gaya.. Meelon paar aur kuch arso pare, musalsal tera gun gunana mujhe iss duniya se aghwaa kare.. Mai hasste hasste teri justujoo mien doobta jau, koshish meri puri thi ki mai ye dill sambhaal lu par teri qurbat mien mai kuch bhi na soch pau.. Lekin maanga toh maine usse yahin tha ki ho jau mai tujh hi mien muqammal, akele aaya tha tujhe vapas bulane bina shiqwe, bina kisi halchal.. Dheere se tujhe bataye apne saare sirr-e-ulfat, tab jaake samajh aaya tu hamesha se hi toh mere saath tha, bina uzr aur bina kisi mazrat.. Until next time, Love, always S

  Old candles lit just as it started to rain; I heard you beg for redemption though all in vain. You prayed on your knees as you felt blind; darling, all the reasons you’d get in the world, but the magic you will always have to find. Chapters after chapters, books after books; to rid you of the hurt, to get you off tenterhooks. You keep flipping pages for a cure, trying to find an antidote; for all your sins and for all the letters she ever wrote. Caves to shield you from disgrace, mountains that keep you out of sight; screaming telling the world what you did was okay, what you did was right. So you circle the past, and go back to an age-old disease; the tragedy is within, my love, all the oceans of the world but you still won’t find any peace. Go ahead and paint back the walls with my name; break my photo from that gold frame. Sweetheart, but I'll tell you something off the shelf; the world is too small a place for a coward who’s always running away from himself.   Until next...

  I close my eyes to see your light, felt blinded, you are too bright. Far away from everything known, I beg him to let me call you home. So I walk down with you on your path, to face your fury, to face your wrath. But you hold me gently and you hold me with such poise, it relieves you from your lies, it overrules all my noise. Languishing for you I can’t breathe, it makes me happy even when I grieve. But I went back running to all the holy books I’ve read, he nudged me and said, "my love, desire by nature is tough to satisfy - it can only be fed". _____ Until next time, Love always S

A starry winter night, with not a soul in sight. As I walk back real slow, through empty streets and the snow. I ask myself in my thoughts so careful; what makes a man more doleful? Does greed tie him down with a bruising rope, or is it when he tastes hope? He told me then; Greed will burn his heart with fire, drive him crazy, make him a liar.  Hope will wash him away,  drown him and make him stay.  So I ask myself again more careful, what must make a man more doleful? Is it greed that pushes him to suffocation, or hopes which he thinks are his redemption? He came closer and told me softly in my ear, That greed had him take life as it came, no inhibitions no shame. But treacherous hope always held him still, greed really burns but darling hope kills. _____ Until next time,  Love, always S

Ye kaisa mazaak hai  tujhse tutke judne ke liye musalsal zakhm bharne ke liye, tere paas aane ka hisaab hai? Rukh quadrat ka mudh gaya  chand ka noor ba-dastoor mulayam thodi zyada dhoop, tujhse dur jana tha par main tujh hi se judh gaya. Tere ishq mien shayad mera naam kahin kho gaya zindagi ka ye modh toh dekh  tu meri taraf chalta raha, aur mai tere intezaar mien baithe baithe so gaya. Par ay Ghalib mujhe samjha  ki tera kaisa ye mazaak hai tujhse kayi dafa toot ke,  tere hi paas laut aane ka hisaab hai? ____ Until next time, Love, always S  

We had been driving for endless hours now. It was Pip's idea, the night travel. Apparently the sunrise looks amazing from this place. It seemed funny because when has a sunrise looked otherwise, anywhere? I have personally never met a sunrise that did not take my breath away. I think Pip wanted to get his way because he wanted smoke his weed. It's easier during dark. As for me, I don't mind traveling during night. I can get my sleep and when it's time for the good view, I'm awake.  It's almost sunrise now, the light's started to show. We saw the dark blues turn to purple after which it broke into the typical orange kissing dawn goodbye. The stream along which we are driving is as clear as the sky. I can hear the horn of the water dam nearby like a war cry. We're four people in the car; Pip, Viv, Kenny and me, telling the story. Yours sincerely is affectionately called Ren sometimes. It's short for my name which you don't need to know right now.  ...