Thoughts

Sitting on the edge of the parapet wall, With an open diary and pen in hand, earplugs tucked in the ear and the sound of loud rock music blaring through them, Tears rolled down my cheeks and I wanted to shout out loud.. The open pages of my diary read my story.. Phase 1: Inaaya was the gift of Allah to this lovely couple. She was given the affection that every child craves for. She was loved by all and was treated like a princess. She understood the silence of her parents and respected everyone with utmost priority. Her priorities were limited and she was satisfied with what she had. As she grew up she found friends but none too close. She mingled with everyone but maintained a pause. Phase 2: Her first step into school and she thought she found her own space. Not too popular and not unknown she paved her way in the middle. She was always with friends yet was alone. She never felt the concern as her life had a meaning, she always felt complete. Her aloneness was her

Random scribbling before Valentine's... While sitting in the quiet corner of the house, looking outside the window I asked myself, "What is that you're looking for?" I didn't expect the answer but it came after a pause, "I'm yet to discover what I seek." Then I asked again, "Do you have any desires?" It replied, "Yes, I have many but I long for love." I didn't ask anything else, just silently sat beside the window. The answer stirred something inside me, it felt as if a dam broke inside. I lay awake at night pondering over the statement that came from within. Whenever I see couples who have spent most of their lives with one another, one see the love they share in their tiny moments together. That love is in their patience towards one another, the unspoken words, the phrases that the other completes, their gaze and so on. Whenever I  see a romantic movie, it just sets off a series of emotional responses inside me. I actually