C'est La Sherry

Hello! In my accounts, I will be writing about some inspirational experiences. I will be exploring different topics too. I will not ask anyone to like or follow my account, its cliche. I know if its good, you will like it. Thank You!

[cestlasherry]

गुस्सा आता है, दिमाग को, दिल पर।

जब भुला ना पता दिमाग, और दर्द होता है दिल को।

सही गलत पता होता है दिमाग को, फिर भी गलत की तरफ भागता है ये दिल।

आख़िर क्यों हो रही है ख़ुदको ख़ुद से शिकायत?

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Heartbreak hurts so good.

Like slowly falling for someone you used to hate, someone you used to fight with, like the competition that got you an ecstatic adrenaline rush.

So used to the constant heartbreak that the pain feels like a familiar old friend who you'll embrace and never let go, because it just feels so good even though it's killing you inside, knowing that friend will leave again, leaving a void of boring peace and happiness.

My mind is so sadistic for my heart, I hate it and love it at the same time.

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जो मेरा हो सके,

पर ना हो पाए,

उसका दर्द न मिले इसलिए,

मैं उसकी यादों में खोती रही,

जो मेरा न कभी था,

न कभी हो सकता है।

वो दर्द पुराना था,

उसकी आदत लग चुकी थी ।

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Experience.

There are some things that are often learned with experience exclusively. No matter the number of warnings, the values you're taught.

Love is one such subject. You were taught that you shouldn't love, for it yields heartbreak. But you went ahead and let that heart fall. You let it fall and break every single time. And every single time those butterflies gave you tears. You got tired of jerking off those tears and started enjoying the saltiness of them.

Sometimes, you think that you should have obeyed what you were taught, but then you realize that if you had not tried love, how would you have known what it feels like? How would you have gained that immunity to heartbreak? Some or the other day, it was bound to happen.

Some things are best learned with experience.

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Oh, those dreams, again!

Coming home for the new year, promising yourself that with the commencing new year, you would get over the person you wrote 100 posts for. Then get a dream the same night that you actually got him.

Waking up, being completely in love with them all over again! Like you never got over them in the first place. Why does my mind screw with me this way all the time?

No number of dreams will stop me from my goal of 2024: getting over all the heartbreak-givers I met to date. This is a promise I made to myself.

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झूठ

बोला जिसने एक बार झूठ

मचाया उसने भरोसे पर लूट।

लूटकर भरोसा जायेगा कहाँ

स्वर्ग क्या, नर्क भी ना ले उससे अपने यहां।

हर आँसू की होती है एक कीमत

मगर झूठ की भी होती है एक नियत।

जोड़े न जुड़े वो टूटा भरोसा

आखिर सच इसलिए होती है प्यार की आशा।

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Love: The Incurable Disease

It eats you from inside, slowly.

Just the way you eat ice-cream, enjoying every bite of it, and later catch a cold. Oh, how I wish it were that easy to get rid of love as it is, to get rid of a cold.

First come the butterflies, the feeling that the world so beautiful, finding them in the lyrics of every love song you can find. Then follows the grief, as you realize that it was all a sham; or that it wasn't what you thought. Or maybe, you succeed a bit more and actually go into a relationship.

But at the end, the grief always follows. Then tear-streaked, you sit by your window, staring into the distance, listening to sad songs, wishing it had never happened, wishing you could get your real smile back.

Was it really worth it? Losing your beautiful smile for them? Somehow, you realized it was happening and you let it happen.

You touched the rose, knowing that the thorns would surely prick you.

Now, it's going to be a while until you regain that immunity. The immunity to fall in love, again.

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The Last Time

On her last day of school, as she went around hugging everyone and taking pictures for memory, her mind couldn't help but drift to thoughts about him. Her eyes would spontaneously scan the campus for sights of him.

She didn't even have his number, they had stopped talking long ago, she'd even gotten over him, but the heart wants what it wants.

She wanted one last glimpse of him. Probably to give the heart one last hurrah. And she did.

Now, she'll never see him again, never talk to him again. The songs do remind her of him, but this time, even the heart doesn't hurt. She just smiles and vibes to it like nothing ever happened.

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"I wanna meet the person who taught me how to hope. I wanna ask them what I did to hurt them so much that they decided to ruin my life by instilling that bad habit in me. All hope's ever given me is disappointment and depression."

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"From a intro soundtrack of 'Dandelions', to an outro of 'Je te laisserai des mots', a movie-like chapter of my life was closed.

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An everlasting moment of emotional confusion when I landed in Bhubaneswar after a lovely, memorable trip in Kashmir. PS. Sorry for the unclear picture and the merging text. Looks just like everything did to me, when I saw it teary eyed.

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"Every time I thought I was over you, you came back. How much longer do I have to deal with this heartache where you leave and come back just as I am about to get over you?"

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The question: "is it love or is it infatuation?" is killing me now. When you're in love with that one person since 5 years, can it be infatuation? Please share your opinions. (And for more information regarding this, do check out my other posts. They're all about him.)

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"I was so connected to the man that you used to be that I forgot that you're different now."

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"The silence speaks loudest when you have nothing left to say."

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The butterflies in your stomach!

You know you and them have no future together. They fell for someone else while you fell for them. You try forgetting them, liking other people to get rid of the feelings you have for them, but end up listening to songs of heartbreak, getting insomnia and losing your appetite whenever you think of them.

What you realize later is how much those butterflies they gave you, meant to you. Realistically, you may never be together, but that doesn't mean you can't like them. That doesn't mean that you can't fantasize. That doesn't mean you can't be friends. After all, the journey matters, not the destination. Enjoy it while it lasts. See dreams. Blush. Start up a conversation. You never know; it might be the intuition that leads to a lifetime with the person you shyly and hopelessly fell for.

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The first time I spoke openly about my feelings and admitted my love for him. Have come a long way!

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"Fighting one of the biggest challenges of life: getting over someone I loved with all heart since five years. Never even told him, just loved and broke my heart a little, every single day.

No matter what happened, songs were a constant. Suddenly, all the songs seemed to be about him. They were all about love. I wished they wouldn't. Then I found 'Lose you to love' me by Selena. The song means a lot to me now."