Inclined Chronicles of Indulgence

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 intent...

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. ...

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...