May 2, 2022
sometimes all I think about is you,
a little too much, a little too less,
a smile on my face, a tear escaping my eye
sometimes all I think about is you,
and a lot of times it feels like only I do.
I miss you Sush.
all day, every day.
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seen from China
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
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seen from Germany
seen from India
seen from Czechia
sometimes all I think about is you,
a little too much, a little too less,
a smile on my face, a tear escaping my eye
sometimes all I think about is you,
and a lot of times it feels like only I do.
I miss you Sush.
all day, every day.
Drift!
Transient is our glory. Transient are we. We own a life of a bubble, the brink being our graveyard!
We all are mere bubbles bickering Fragile than any flame flickering An ardor to rise to the surface Before any other in the furnace Born void, but through the sail We leave behind an obscure trail So vague, that it fades so soon Sooner than the transit of a moon
Yet oodles of vain, agony and spite We concoct in this barren fight Yet we rise, pushing others aside For to win, there are no rules to abide Yet we all are mere nugatory bubbles How long shall we last in the puddles?
Reaching the goal through flotation We puff up the chest in elation And just like the bubbles do We meet the same fate too So burst and coalesce into the air With us, wanes our drifting flair
We all are mere bubbles bickering Fragile than any flame flickering
As I was walking home I saw a vendor selling cut raw mangoes
So I bought two with extra mirchi and salt sprinkled on them and to the side for like 50 rupees.
I think he saw how much I got excited seeing them, he offered me two extra pieces with the spices to eat as I walked home.
Is this what love feels like?
The rain here hasn’t stopped since almost 5, its intensity changing.
Now it’s raining so hard I’m almost shivering.
I love the rain.
I love Hyderabad.
The song changes to “Doobey” as I walk home from the bus stop.
The harsh rain has now become a gentle drizzle as it touches my skin.
After two full years, it felt like a normal college day again today.
Life is starting to look up.
// Life //
Life is a wild ride We will be navigating for the rest of our lives It is brimming with expectations That we occasionally fail to fulfil
Society pushes us to the limit Believing that we can accomplish anything However, they are incorrect
We are not robots, but rather humans Who can be tampered with? Sometimes we give up We pause now and then
Reflecting on our actions Later, we blame ourselves Then there's the sense of guilt and regret It is the ultimate truth That cannot be changed.
~ PV
It’s raining again today.
Bus rides are comforting enough to lull me into dreamland.
People don’t bother me as much as they did before, or maybe I just got comfortable with chaos.
I really don’t want this to end suddenly.
The song changed.
So did the weather.
As “So Baby” from Doctor began playing on the speakers, clouds gathered in the sky out of nowhere and rain decided to grave our presence.
No one will ever understand how Hyderabad’s weather actually works.
And I’m still not allowed to step out.