Unrequited

Maybe..
they found someone better in their way,
they were not infidel, but they did move ahead. ๐Ÿ˜

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Pensive

He is an avid reader.
Novels then, old chats now. ๐Ÿ˜

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Pursuit

If you live in India or have ever traveled to India in the second decade of 21st century, you would have found a lot of places having fancy street foods, specially, in the metropolitan cities like, New Delhi, Mumbai and Bengaluru.

If you exclude the posh areas of New Delhi and NCR(National Capital Region), and then walk on a very normal street/roads which connects welfare housing societies, you are likely to easily spot the following roadside options like, Ice-Cream tricycles, Open roof stalls of Sugarcane Juice, roasted corn and maybe the push-truck(thela) tickiwala(also called, Chaatwala).

An addition to this group is the roadside “Gol-Gappe”(also called PaniPuri). Now, what’s PaniPuri? It consists of a round, hollow puri, fried crisp and filled with a mixture of flavored water (known as imli pani), tamarind chutney, chili, chaat masala, potato, onion or chickpeas. The complete setup on which Gol-Gappe, Pani and other spices are placed is very easy to carry and move, and also can be quickly placed anywhere and can start selling it back. Now you are thinking, why I am writing about all this stuff? Here’s why.

Every evening when I am traveling back home from work, in the last part of the transit I have to make a 20 minutes walk to get to my apartment. In these 20 minutes, starting from getting down from the auto, finding the Panwari(guy who sells Paan, which is made up of betel leaf with areca nut) and cigarettes(which is sold more than the paan these days), interestingly, his wife also sits during late hours to keep the business up. Some 200 steps ahead, I find the Ice-Cream tricycles from Vadilal, Kwality Walls, Creambell and newly famous Havmor, which is expensive to my pocket. ๐Ÿ˜›

After 5 minutes, I find a little boy selling Gol-Gappe at the corner of the right turn of the road. I walk towards him, and ask for the rates. He replies, “4 pieces for 10 bucks”. I said, “Can I have it?”, he offers me a dona(which is a paper bowl). The Panipuri tasted amazing!! ๐Ÿ˜€

Yesterday evening, I left early from work and while getting back home, I met the boy again. He is 3/4 of my height, considering I am not tall, so he looks short. He should be around 10-12 years of age. I asked him, “What’s your name?”. He replies with a smile, “Vansh Gupta”. I asked him if he goes to school, he replies “Yes, I go to school”. With a thought on how he gets time to study, I asked “When you study or do your homework?”, he says “during night, after having dinner”.

I asked him if I can take his picture which I will share on internet with my writing. He shakes his head with a smile. ๐Ÿ™‚ I said “Okay, can I take picture of your setup?” And he says “Yes” this time. I also checked with him, “So, where are you from and who else are you in your family?”, to which he replies, “I am Mirzapur(in Uttar Pradesh), and here I have my father and brother who also sell Gol-Gappe, whereas my mother lives in hometown(Mirzapur)”.

He has friends of same age. They also sell Gol-Gappe. One is Rajkumar and another is Komal. I have ate Panipuri from them too. ๐Ÿ™‚ Komal is the smart one, like a leader among these boys. I think he likes momos because I have found him eating momos a couple of times. Whereas, Vansh is the good-looking one. But they all are very simple and happy going boys. ๐Ÿ™‚

At the age of 12, helping family to earn enough so as to get one time meal is really unbelievably appreciable. Just think about the sacrifices they have been making, like missing their mother, not playing outside in evening so that they help their father and surely not able to spend enough time to learn and study so that in future they don’t need to sell Panipuri.

The least you can offer is a Smile ๐Ÿ™‚ to them, do not see them as someone lesser than you and just be good and motivate everyone around you. Life is not easy for everyone.

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Ineffaceable

And the day he met her,
the ink of his pen was no longer filled with tears,
but with the happiness.. ๐Ÿ™‚

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Asudden

And then suddenly,
the tears escaped from her eyes,
like pain running down her cheeks.. ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

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Sigh

I feel so relaxed by typing few words on the paper,
I am able to scream without making a noise. ๐Ÿ™‚

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Stumble

And then,

Chocolates and Cigarettes
became her new friends. ๐Ÿ˜

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His Words, Her Reaction

Sometimes He says He loves me..
Sometimes He says He does not..
Sometimes He says maybe..

And I don’t care anymore. (She Smiles) ๐Ÿ™‚

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In Her Words

And then she paused, and spoke into silence..

“In our generation,
Trust is something that seems to be diminishing with time.

We have trust issues due to past relationships or friendships
that didn’t go well,
so we take them with us and add to the baggage we already
carry. ๐Ÿ˜

The past is called the past for a reason.
It happened, and there is ultimately nothing we can do about it.
But, for some reason, it seems like a hard thing to let go of for some people. ๐Ÿ˜

If we let our pasts define our futures, we will never get ahead.
Continually, going back to what happened can keep you from seeing
what is happening.”

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“Smiling has always been easier, than explaining why you are Sad”

People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows, know one knows after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head- the mind – the numbing cocktail of anger and sadness & guilt. They just don’t know. So youย pretend & say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And it makes everyone feels better. But does it change your feeling? Your pain goes away? Your smile becomes genuine?

The answer is No,We all have chapters we would rather keep unpublished. Why you believe in faking a smile? Because its very tough for you to explain to each one of them, that how bad you feel, the nights which you cried and the loneliness.

The worst feeling is pretending you don’t care about something, when really it’s all you think about. I know how it feels like, when you don’t have anyone to share your feelings with. People are their but you know that they will never understand what you are going through. Many of them are just their to make fun of it. I know it hurts but its time for you to move, why to just act like you’re happy when you’re not.

You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It wont happen automatically. You will have to rise up and say, I donโ€™t care how hard this is, I donโ€™t care how disappointed I am, Iโ€™m not going to let this get the best of me. Iโ€™m moving on with my life.

You ย might not get over it but you will get through it.