Inclined Chronicles of Indulgence

Distance Is A Notion  Give your Facebook a rest, and read this story when she was in grade six and he was in grade ten. Back then, school kids weren't privileged with mobile phones, neither had a heavy wallet. Internet was a gourmet product those days; internet cafés were quite popular for every kind of computer tasks, from school projects to colour print outs. One evening, her friend asked if she knew about the then trending social media; she wasn't aware. Her friend took her to a café before the chemistry tuition and opened an account for her on ORKUT! That too with a new REDIFFMAIL email id!! The winter/Christmas theme was her all time favourite, and she loved the scrapbook application with those animated posts. 90s netizens will understand the fascination with Orkut: it has multiple chat room with unlimited access. She loved interacting with strangers, knowing what others are like, possibilities, theories. It happened when she had just been done with her grade sev

Wishful tomorrow And she wakes up abruptly from a timely peaceful sleep only to feel restless.  ****** Since then not a day passed when her heart didn't skip a beat and her pupils dilated in anticipation with every WhatsApp ping. Although being used to the rant of that mobile, she was feeling unused to her self. Her mind was determined to let her not a minute spare without him. The wait seemed prolonged and the time seemed to have slowed down and become opaque.  She wanted all her life to be the sky; these days, she wants to be the breeze. He doesn't like rain, not because of the rain, but probably because he was cautious about his hair. She liked the way he cared about himself. He is compassionate; may be the history, or the life, or just the way, but something about him made her wish him. She experiences the chills she didn't know existed in her.  ****** He stepped out as if he wanted her to want him. Blue; he was in a blue jacket. That day blue

Masked Feelings Be my winter quilt On the bed of passions Be the drops of sweat On my skin of desire I am a woman baked In the fire of desires Be my serpentine prince Rule my realm of senses Coax me into your arms Break me to phoenix ash Let me grow in you Like a tender climber Be the seed raise In the womb of love I want you like a jinx Destroy me to bits Rise me to shine In every broken hymen Embrace me to the depths Of your multitude cane Bring me the life That rains in spring Hurt me in my knees And bleed my eyes Breach my verses Like a stranger awaited This wait is beautiful For I shall meet you At the horizon Where you are the sublimation And I am the symphony.

It was never supposed to be 'us'. Despite the many hints, the constant annoyance in voice, the declination of any intimacy, you couldn't apprehend it. To friends and questioners, I say I expected  better and brighter story than the rest ones; I knew since day one that we never belonged. You took care of me like I am a new born baby unable to even turn herself on her own. You pampered me everyday like I was more yours than I was mine. Yet, when time came, like a lone wolf, you betrayed me. The betrayal would have tastes different if it was not a question of trust. The day you questioned my loyalty to a man who left me with scars on my flesh and mind, and asked me to feel ashamed to have looked out for love, I had the clear glimpse of reasoning behind your strong attention towards me. Instead of listening, you were spying. You spied of my past to humiliate me, to remind me what a horror it will always be. You hacked into my gadget to look what I might be hiding from you

Will it be ever enough? Will I ever know you well?  Everyday it comes as a new morning to end with dreamy nights.  I believe I owe my second life to you. Since that right swipe on Tinder, not a day has passed when you have not inspired me. I cannot claim to know you yet. Yet, somehow, knowing your name has been enough. You make me survive every single hour. I wouldn't ever ask for more. First impression may have come across as a workaholic life, but there is so much more to you. Eventually you turned up into a man beyond work; one who values life as it is meant to be. Seeing your milestones makes me achieve steps ahead of thorns.  That was a heck of a medical appointment with my psychologist. It was my seventh visit to her, and after four hours of my tireless rant and endless painful tears, she finally agreed. She gave up and conceded to my preposterous idea of happiness. She was rather shocked to see a broken heart filled with so much of you. What wouldn't I give i

Right here...right now अभी वक़्त हे. दिल लगाने का...दिल तुड़वाने का. ना जाने फिर कब कोई मिले ना मिले कोई कोना यादों से भरा. दिल तो टूटेगा, आँखें नम तो होंगी, पर शायद दुबारा ये वक़्त ना आएगा जब बिखरे दिल को समेट कर फिर से प्यार करने को जी चाहे. डर लगता हे. कहीं वो भी रुला ना दे कहीं वो भी अकेला ना छोड़ जाए अंधेरे में आँसू ना उछल जाए पर... भीड़ में एक चेहेरा फिर नज़र आए ना आए फिर कोई अंजान दिल धड़काए ना धड़काए फिर कोई रात भर जगाए ना जगाए आज मुझे प्यार कर लेने दो. फिर शायद कोई दोस्त हो ना हो साथ में खिलखिलाने को, फिर शायद कोई घड़ियाँ ना मिले उसे सोच कर मुस्कुराने को, फिर शायद कागज पर, कलम से उसका नाम लिखने को मन करे ना करे. आज उम्र है, वक़्त है, हिम्मत है. आज मुझे प्यार कर लेने दो... उड़ते हुए आसमान से टहनी पर बैठने का मंन है गरजते बदल के बारिश मे भीगने का मन है अंधेरे रातों में दूर जुग्नुओ के आवाज़ सुनने का मन है उसके तस्वीर देख कर शरमाने का मन है आज मुझे प्यार कर लेने दो... दिल को धड़के हुए ज़माना हो गया होंठों को चूमे हुए अरसा बीत गया हाथों

Pinterest I do Tinder. When asked, I say I am here for various reasons. I happen to mention my purpose as per the other new stranger and keep the option open. That being said, I have a boyfriend. I love him, and he moves me a lot more back. Yet, Tinder has been another source of happiness.  My boyfriend has troubled me with nothing; he has given me in abundance his time and love, most importantly his undivided loyalty. (Hold your breath) I am single on Tinder. I meet Alpha on another dating app and after months of procrastination to meet, we finally meet on my birthday when all my friends (fortunately) ditched me; we end up having the best night I ever had. What can be a better gift on birthday other than orgasms for both body and mind. It's been a year and we haven't seen each other. I enjoy his updates on social media. My heart fills with joy to see his progress and success. There is something about intelligent men. I am sexually too oriented towards men to have e

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YouTube Monogamy . The word is in order of nuclear physics, or even better. It covers every aspect of human philosophy of moral, justice, economy, territory, society, sex, emotions and religions. Yet, not something we try to analyse on a daily life of a common man. Being born into a Hindu family, I have heard the scriptures of the two most famous: Ramayana and Mahabharata. Once a mind is introduced to a higher conscience, to a broader knowledge, to a wider opportunity, it is difficult to settle down for something without giving it the benefit of doubt. Given that I am intrigued about monogamy, I will straight away refer to where its probable first mention is, i.e. the Mahabharata.  As an introduction, Mahabharata was composed to Ved Vyas , dictated by Ganesh. The main plot can be read from Quora . I will avoid it to keep the talk to the point. Draupadi, the female protagonist of the epic had five husbands. I have few interesting points jolted down: 1. Arjuna, who has

http://vividscreen.info/ Sometimes it's just awkward as life happens to you. One moment you are enchanted to spend the rest of life with this one perfect person, through thick and thin. And yet, there's someone whose mention tingles the dormant neutrons to bounce back. This mysterious person is the unwelcome, yet secretly desired being when nothing else tingles. I would address this person as O.  In this electronically ringed world, his midnight messages are just what one needs to be disturbed with. Otherwisely interfered with gloom news and torturous tales of people, O is the vent to fresh life of joy and liberty. Her/His presence assures of a better world. Her/His words compensates for the rudeness around. Her/His touch evokes the pleasure forbidden on mundane plane. O is the elixir mankind has been seeking since ages.  It would be just a plain lie to say that someone exists without an O in her/his life. We know what we have signed up for. We know there's no

Regrets You didn't give me half a chance to choose you. You didn't let me take a step further to be close to you. You didn't give me a blink's time to see you. You didn't let me doubt the true colours of you. You didn't let me wish for a prince charming. You didn't let me dream a world of my wishes. You didn't let me explore the world of lands and waters. You didn't sing to the melodies of my joy. You didn't hold me against the skyfall. You didn't whisper in my ears the magic words. You didn't weep at my wounds and blood. You didn't make the bed rough and candlelit. I don't regret You just made me yours only one. You walked miles to be next to me. You accepted the scars with me. You found the right colours for me. You made me your queen. You made my dreams the reality. You discovered me amidst my body. You played the chords of our unison. You drowned uncaring of the fathom. You trumpeted them loud and clea

http://wallpaperswide.com/ Being home alone is an unique experience. The mind keeps exploring the nooks it hasn't travelled yet. I realised today how sincerely I love this particular man. He's otherwise a very efficient man, and managed to handle life with all rush and no rest. On the contrary, I am a drama queen. I live a life I imagine in my head, choose the least resistant path to achieve. Whereas he's a hardworking, patient, reasonable man, I am a lazy lass. Today when he seemed so worried and unsettled and yet managed to be with me and care for my heart condition (caused by realising the truth) I understood how much I love him. I realised that I can keep aside my drama and fictional conditions for sometime and be his support. He needs my strength and attention to organise the mess. He needs me to solve the questions. I realised how much I matter to him, for he needs the immediate success mostly to be able to keep me next to him, given I have ruled out t

And the last one was a war lost. The memory of it triggers up in every battle and takes me back to the ridiculously naive stupid I was. It just deprives me of any blood in my tissue to feel I am alive. Being trapped is a painful torture that just can't be explained. No amount of books, no numbers if friends, no visit of places heals the wound. It is just so fresh; fresh like a slaughtered pig's torso. My own bed rejects my sleep. The air in me rejects admittance of oxygen in me. I was never aware I will so sick while I was sick. The fever was months ago, but the pipe nd jammed and there's poop everywhere. Only in the virtual reality I feel like a ballet dancer, like an ice skater, like an ocean surfer. I want to go to places, meet people, see the operas, fall from height, fly up in a parachute. I want to be run into his arms, and be lifted up and lowed down to be kissed as passionately as the only kiss of the life. I want to watch a flick of birds take golf the ground

Like any causal night, I was checking the last updates on Facebook. I came across a post by The Scribbled Stories which goes as thus: https://www.facebook.com/TheScribbledStories/photos/a.1157506880929759.1073741828.1156243537722760/1402109826469462/?type=3&theater That changed the rest of the night and a bigger part of life. This is for you, my love. "Please don't let this happen to me. I am aware that I am the worst woman. That's why I need the best man. May not be to fix me, but be there to stop me from becoming worst to beast. Somewhere, in a corner of my mind, you ignite a spark that illuminates my heart. I need that warmth against the chills of life. You will always have many other who would want to be with you. They will do anything to be with you. Alas! I cannot pretend nor I can endure much. But I can always promise you my honesty and commitment. More importantly, I miss you. I miss you more than your love. Your love for me is a blessing indeed.

P.C.  https://w-dog.net/ Some people are just...they have it all.  I am just someone. I did not start with a high note. Though being the first child and only daughter, I never had any such advantage with my family. Probably being the elder child sucks. The performance pressure is high, as I would be the first one to step down into the manhole of the society. I became the yardstick to denote how successful the parenting has been till far. They were busy bringing me up to the best of me. I don't know when the childhood faded away, even from my memories.  I remember the torture school was. It was a barrel of competitions. I bagged few prizes but they were never enough. Adolescence was as usual rebellious and gave way to a disturbed start to a young me. I did my best to absolutely screw it up with many fallacies.  I never took an interest to be a winner or any role model to anyone. That was just a phase I had least control on. Neither I had any intention of improvis

How much time is enough? What test is affirmative? Which word is assuring? When is picture perfect? It’s hardly been enough lengthy to tell its long, nor it feels like yesterday. The first meet felt like they had been strangers all the while who knew each other since ages. The touch felt like the same hands they have been holding since long, yet they touched each other for the first time. Presence of kith and kin made no difference. They went into the oblivion of existence of the world beyond us. Though the touch assured of a known soul, the spark was distinctly electrifying. They defied physics and time; may be love is surreal. The hearts break into million pieces to gather strength for the second rendezvous. That is when they knew they are meant to be. But still they had no idea what they were meant to be. She knew ecstasy of joy; she tasted orgasm; she rejoiced life.  The duration that parts the departure and arrival is such that the hearts shelter in hibernation. The

Have you seen the intertwined vines? Have you noticed how complicatedly yet beautifully they are woven into each other? Have you seen the waterfall with all its water falling from high above and bouncing back into the space? Have you noticed the tiny rainbows forming over the tiny foundations? Have you seen the restless butterflies hovering, fluttering with inexhaustible energy over flowers and twigs and leaves? Have you ever heard a tiger roaring in the wild, sending tremor across the jungle beasts? Have you seen a hurt lioness guarding her cubs? Have you been stung by a bee because the hive has been disturbed? Have you walked alone along the shore, waves hitting your feet, and pushing and pulling you into the sea? Have you felt the sun basking your naked body in the morning river water? Have you felt the water dripping down your temples to your bosom, racing to reach your loin? Have you felt the joy of watching the crescent moon inked on the canvas of dark night? Have you felt

Death. I don't discuss death. I talk of life, of after-life, but never death. Death is an event, and living is the process. This event just suddenly turns big tables upside down in a moment's time. I believe while we are living, we are also marching towards the final salute. In this letter to you, my love, I want to tell you how I feel about it. Firstly, any-x that keeps me away from you is the means of my death. When you return to our nest and don't find me opening the door for you, just know that that time length has taken its toll on me. You would be delighted to find my corpse in our closet with our sweet picture in my arms. Secondly, please know that I am really scared of that last obvious event. Your beautiful consolation of after-life sounds to me like the aftermath of a disaster. And in this disaster the tears won't be for people you don't know. I have the surety of this one life; I want to make the most of it. I want to prepare the fitt

I wish I could have been just yours. I wish no other man had any imprint on me before you had. I wish no other air would have breathed life in my hair, except yours.  I wish no other incident rushed blood to my heart except your touch. I wish no other bite made my lips bleed, except yours. I wish no other eyes delved into my sun-kissed honey brown eyes, except yours. I wish no other arms had wrapped me whole, except yours. I wish no other care had nourished my tears, except yours. You turned up from a corner where I probably strolled carelessly once upon a time. From a silhouette, you turned into my steel. You made a stranger become a part of my broken star. You build up a present from a ruined history. You could have anything perfect but you choose a tattered art like me. You can withdraw any time you want to, but instead you are ceaselessly with me. I love to read. Yet, you created a listener in me. I don't like the vacuum of space in my heart, validated by many sharp pin

I have always wanted to elope away with the man I love. That's not the only reason I want to be with you. Every morning, when I wake up, I want to see you already looking at me, caressing my hair. I want to watch cheesy romantic movies every Saturday night with you, one leg on our sofa and another on you. I want to kiss you on your lips when I open my eyes every time after every sleep. I want to pamper you with soap bubbles and candles in the bathroom. I want to trim your beard and rub my cheeks to it. I want to prepare morning breakfasts wearing your shirts loving my silhouette body. I want to lick chocospread off your lips. I want to wait for you anxiously every day. I want to kiss you on forehead at the door when your office car hooks loud. I want to open the door when you return from work. I want to tap my toes to classic pianos and violins and jump to bass and guitar music with you. I want to dance salsa in trance with you. I want to drink wine to