There are times, when we suddenly stop, abruptly. When we dance heartily, hum to a tune of a favourite memory, flip through the pages of an album... and we stop without us realising, mostly staring into nothingness. 

This abrupt stop is what takes my heart away. A sudden stop makes everything so different, putting lives into a frenzy and yet brings an odd stillness. I stop sometimes, abruptly; some days when I spot someone who resembles a lost soul, on others when I hear an old song that once made me smile, on many when I pass some roads, on some when I stumble upon pieces of my poetry, but have none to recite to. .

Loss is quite abrupt too. It never comes with a warning, and crashes onto us like it expected us to know of it. Many a days, one loses family, friends, love and what not... But there are some, when one loses himself/herself. Realises that he has become vacant, with a steely look of death in the eye.  Read More »

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I do, and I will

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