Unspoken

// Of things left Unsaid

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You know, i have this real urge to write. I want to put in some colours, fill them up with emotions; Make people think, dream or just Fall in Love. I want to explore; explore every story beneath the words which makes us laugh. Cry, stop, wait and think Or just live By.

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25 Years

1993. 6 Years before my arrival. On May 1st, it happened. A 20 year old woman got married to a 30 year old man, who are none other than my parents. today, 25 years later, luckily, they are still a happy couple, who annoy each other more than i ever could.

happy Anniv you both :’)

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01/05/2018 19:33

“Don’t make me do what i did years ago. I wouldn’t want to.” This is what my uncle told me on realising the very fact that i like a guy. The last time, he gave an end to my sisters long term relationship (but we are just glad it happened); but, what would you probably do to us when we are not together yet together, like there are strings attached? When you don’t ever plan on staying together but  still love one another more than anybody in the world? Where telepathy really works, what could break us when our strings are strong and doesn’t get rusted by anything. If this isn’t love, I don’t know what can ever be.

// SOBER NIGHTS

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~ I wish to write for those who end up as nothing but a name faded within history; the lost little starlets outshined by several other suns. You are acknowledged. You matter. And I promise that though you may not have changed the world, you will have changed the life of at least one person in the world. So be brave. Be proud. Be.

(And to the one reading this; thank you. My words would be nothing if not for you)。

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Mandan :’)

*sings a random song which i failed to understand* *asks me to talk about something*

*talks about anything and everything in the world* “Ithokke enthina ennod parayunne”

*SIGH*

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Someday, one of you might just scroll through different websites and end up on this blog maintained by me and read the content in it and think to yourself, “how is it that i never came across this.”

but i wonder if Tumblr would still be cool then, and if old-school people would exist and if life would be the same. You see, I am not talking about today or the day after, or a decade, I am talking about Decades from now when people would have something more than just Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat and Tinder, and when Kindle would have replaced books. I am talking of the times when Robots would decide your diet and drive your cars and when there would be flying cars and no petrol. 

when the historians of the time would use these scraps written by people like us to understand our time and when the children wouldn’t have to study of the Ghazi Attack or Pokhran Act or World War I or II They’d be taught of humans who destroyed the planet, used their resources, of their enemies who would be nobody but their forefathers. 

and of the times when you’d tell yourself, “I am just glad I didn’t live in that timeline.”

// I just diverted from where i began, so i guess, I’ll end this here.

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I thought I’d write to you about new beginnings and blossoms before leaving home today morning. But No. I am not gonna talk about it. I am going to talk about something which has nothing to do with it, something which is Raw, Real and disgusting, but TRUE.

LIFE

Life takes you through unexpected roads, and you might just ask yourself, “WHY ME?” Now assume the entire human population which exist or existed or might exist asking it to themselves. Trust me, you are not alone.

But if you see, those are roads which you got to cross in order to reach the destination; no matter how many shortcuts you opt for, you end up in the same road, many a times.

So when you gotta do something, and there’s only one way to do it, what do you do? YOU JUST DO IT, don’t you?

So when it comes to these roads of life, there isn’t any choice too. You just take the road. But you don’t really just take the road, YOU FACE THE ROAD.

Do you know what these roads are made of? They are definitely not made of gutter, but they are more of it; they are Broken, Bruised, cursed, dark, full of heart breaks, bad memories, and a force which pulls you back and let you down. They devastate you, empty your confidence, and make you weak on your knees. And sometimes, you’ll feel like giving up too.

But if you see, they are nothing but little challenges of life. They though make you go all weak, teach you things, they let you have experiences, and what can be a better teacher than EXPERIENCE itself!

Someone once quoted, “Only if you know pain will you know joy.”

So every other thing what happens in your life is only giving you lessons to embrace the little happiness in life. Don’t let you down. EVER.

Hey you! Yes you. You matter, You are loved, You are important. you make people happy, even when you don’t intend to, your presence in someone s life makes them happy, your smile keeps someone glowing, your life gives someone a reason to live, to strive harder, to achieve something in life, Because, YOU MATTER.

So, everytime you feel like you are down, take a long breathe, think about all the good things, the people who love you the most, and would do anything for you, and just BREATHE.

Things will be better, you’ll be too.

And if you are in look for a friend, just know, I am right here to help you out, ANY DAY, EVERY DAY!

Love, Unspoken.

P.S: that’s my friend right there who inspired me to pen this down, and if you ever happen to read it, just so you know, we love you. :’) and hey, this is a photograph you never knew, was being captured.

// 31 March 2018

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SPARK IS NOT LOVE

“Can you live without writing?”

“I already am.” I said. And someone criticized me when i told him that i stopped writing, and look what it did to me; I am here writing down things. Well to be honest, i don’t really know what this would end up looking like, but I’d still write, because now, I have the urge to write. Thanks to you.

So I’ll tell you about this little misconception a lot of us live with, something i realised today.

Someday, when you talk to a person, you experience sparks; like there is something glowing within them and you think of it to be love. SPARK IS LOVE

SPARK IS NOT LOVE.

It’s nothing but a misconception which grew with people over the ages and I’d rather ask you to strike that ideology off from the existence of life because it’s nothing but a big blunder. so you might ask me what is love, now that it is not spark; well what would a 18 year old who is got very less experience in life tell you about something as huge as LOVE. But i definitely know by now that it isn’t about the Sparks or how long someone could keep you happy by doing things for you. Love isn’t about the materialistic things or the effort someone put in. It is something which requires no effort, because if you put in effort, it isn’t love but wanting something because you want it and probably because you are stubborn, like the way you’d want a balloon when you watch kids walk around the park with dozens of balloon ad play with them. They are all nothing but temporary happiness.

LOVE is more of an UNDERSTANDING. And it requires no justifications. It isn’t always about happiness, it’s all emotions combined in a jar of memories which makes you feel like you have someone, that you are not alone; like a friend who stand by you every other day, no matter what happens and never let you down. Someone, who’d be your source of strength, your journal that you tell all your stories about, someone who’d never get bored of listening to you, someone who know you inside out. Someone who care about you, someone you care about. You know what I mean? Its just great friendship. SRK wasn’t wrong afterall, Pyaar Dosti Hai.

// 29 MARCH 2018

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“Has anyone ever written something to someone but never sent it to them and it just sat there for so long and you go over and over it to make sure it’s perfect and you keep adding to it and erasing things but the words can’t ever make up for how you feel and you keep telling yourself you’re waiting for the right time …but when is the right time ever?” Just click the damn send button already!

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I am one of the many who firmly believe love, womanhood, friendships, and other factors shouldn’t be celebrated just on the days as called by the international associations or what-so-ever. I am like other girls who’d wanna be loved, respected, relied upon, give and take love, happiness, be with people in good and bad times, be treated equally in the society, given opportunities, who could follow her dreams, not be hesitant enough to lead the choices in life and you know; On EVERY SINGLE DAY.

You see yourself in me, don’t you? Because WE ARE ALL THE SAME.

I don’t think i am any different from you. Sure they are differences, but if you leave every other thing that makes us stand out as an individual, we all, deep inside , ARE THE SAME.

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They often ask me as to why I never liked this city, well its simple, if you ever happened to have someone who loves you beyond eternity; would anybody else be as special to you as them? There is this place I call home, a beautiful village set in the backdrops of Kozhikode where I go every summer vacation to be with my grandparents. That’s where they live. That’s where my parents had their childhood, their youth, adulthood, the place where they got married and also where I was born. Places and people hold a lot of value in my life. I remember places by moments and people.

A typical Kerala Village with its varied customs and culture and food and language, with a bird sanctuary of its own, with communalism rushing in every vein, and Allah-o-Akbar from the mosque letting us know what time it is, to unfamiliar faces and beautiful greetings, the green fields, the family temples, the milkman and his cow, the rail, the trains and the river , the sea and the mangrove forest, and the bridges made of the coconut trees with no support to hold on to, the boat service, the anganwadi and mid-day-meal, the slate board and chalk, fetching water in little pots, the friends I met every vacation, out little umbrella, and the garden where we played hide and seek, the jasmine plant which was taller than me, and ancestral home holding things from the past as that clock where the bird cooed every one hour and the thamburati-kuda, and grandma and her story telling skills, getting ice and cotton candy for Re 1,the mango trees, the swing , that’s a lot of what it was about.

A childhood my kids will never understand. A place which no longer exist. But the soil, it still smells the same, the winds, the carry the same love, the birds, the trees, and people know when their baby is home.  

The land holds my childhood, my love, my people, and that is probably why i cry everytime I have to leave to come here, in the city which has been my home for all my life from since when i was 6 months old.

This city has given me a lot, A lot without which i wouldn’t have been where i am today, and the kind of life I lead now. This city is the reason why I love my Homeland more than anything else in the world. I wonder if I would have loved it as much as I do if I would have lived my entire life there. There’s this quote a guy keep telling me all the time, “you’ll never know the value of your eye, unless you cannot see”. Well I guess, that explains a lot, Also your query.

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How are you? I see the eye bags turning bigger, Are you Okay?

I know you sleep less now, Go to bed late, and wake up at unusual times and stare at nothingness, walk around the hall with no light, trip and fall, not pop out a sound and go back to bed and spend another 2 hours trynna gain some sleep.

That doesn’t sound Usual.

You Killed Someone. And She haunts you. She doesn’t let you sleep, eat, walk, stare or just Live; Because you ruined her life. What did she do to deserve this? What did you do to her? People Tell me she is still alive and I wonder If she could ever come back to life.

I have a very wide memory of her – The one you killed.  She was my favourite Human, Your Favourite Human. She was her biggest fan. She had some sorta magic in her, some kinda grace which could bring in light even in the darkest of loop holes. You never get bored when with her cuz her stupidity and childishness is all you’d need to cure any boredom in the world. She knew how to make people happy, smile. She kinda had the heart of gold. She was a giver, but she belonged to no one. She is a pain in the ass, but more of a sweet pain, anybody wouldn’t mind holding on to.

Slowly, you started killing her. The sad part is, she didn’t realise she was dying and You didn’t realise you were killing, Cuz the two of you found it to be ‘Growing up’. And you didn’t realise you killed her until people kept enquiring. Are you Psychic?

And Today, you miss her, you want her back but you can’t have her. So you sit and stare at the things she left behind, at the walls filled up with her words, her thoughts, her dreams, her writings and everything and you try everything to bring her back to life. You put on the Stupid Face and Actions which belong to her, but they don’t help.  You can’t be her. And I don’t know what can be more scarier than you pretending to be the one you once used to be.