Tip toeing just like some professional ballad dancer♂️, traversing my journey from the room to the fridge, Walking over two or three family members who are fast asleep and saving myself from stepping on someone's hand, I reach the gates of the treasure world and as soon as I open it, the luminance of the jewels would enlighten my whole body and the cold breeze would give me a relief. Bliss!!! The delight of being able to reach upto this stage is no less than that of pirate's contentment after finding a treasure for which he has been looking for years.
The refrigerator has never been this full. So full that if you would just close your eyes and place your hand randomly anywhere, there's a strong probability you would end up finding a chocolate or at least a soft drink. One of the greatest joy about spending time with cousins is waking up at midnight and making it upto the fridge. But it wasn't like I was craving for it suddenly at 2 or 3 am. The only part I hated was - sleeping with all the cousins. You know there are two kind of people in this world - First one are those who started sleeping in one position at night and in the morning you'll find them in the exact same position. While others are those who started sleeping in India at night and in the morning you'll find their hands in Alaska, legs in the Amazon and torso on Russian soil. Of course the former one is me and the latter ones are all my cousins. So, when I was in the deep sleep, lost in my Dreamland where Tom and Jerry, Spiderman, Oswald, Mr. Bean, Noddy and every cartoon character were enjoying their summer vacations at their Granny's home.( Yes, in the dream world all of them have the same granny ) At that time, a big massive leg destroyed their Granny's home in my Dreamland and I realized it was actually on my chest choking me to death in the real world.........
I saved my life somehow from being crushed under a leg which is almost the same weight as my whole body.
So, now I'm awake and can't sleep with those who perform gymnastics during their sleep, I would start my voyage to the refrigerator. After reaching my destination I would play "what should I eat today" contest with myself. Congratulations Udit you've won today's contest and you'll be rewarded with a chocolate.
(Before going any further let me tell you one thing about me. I don't like sharing food. I would freak out just like Joey if someone eats food off my plate. The extent of freaking out could be from "Joey doesn't share food" to "MY SANDWICH" just a bit more loudly than Ross. So, if you take food from my plate, I might smile a little but inside my head, I have already taken you to Burj Khalifa all the way to the topmost floor possible, hung you upside down grabbing your feet and asking you, "Bol khayega kisi ki plate se aaj ke baad.. Bol... Bolta kyu nhi" Coming back to the chocolate part)
So, I took two pieces of my favourite chocolate and grabbed it with my teeth for a while, placed the rest of the chocolate in the same place, closing the refrigerator door then suddenly behind that door I found my youngest cousin standing.......... (Sound of volcanic eruption mixed with "Dil ke armaa aansuon me bah gye" playing in the background)
P.S. - Me and my younger little sister who isn't that little now... Transformation over all these years The childhood picture was taken when phones weren't there.. By the way, I took revenge of all those betrayals And I know I look vicious
------------------The other side of the coin----------------
I wish I was there with you. To watch you spending time with someone else. To die a thousand deaths within a few seconds. To revisit those stolen moments that were captured in my heart forever.
I wish I was there around you. To wait on the same spot every day on your way and watch both of you holding hands passing by me. To take a glance at both of you when you're looking at each other. To watch two people lost in love.
I wish I was there with you. Waiting in the cafe that you visit every weekend with him. To book a seat just in the right place where no one can see my tears. To watch both of you sipping coffee from the same cup. and Still paying for that cup and adding it to a new collection.
I wish I was there wherever you were. To learn how to love. To stop day dreaming. To feel contented knowing someone is there to take care of your likes and dislikes . To realize love is not always about your happiness but to see your loved ones happy. To hide my tears behind that fake smile. To listen to my own unsung poetries that I wrote but never recited. To look away in despair hiding those reddened eyes. To stop praying and to become an atheist as the God from my shrine has left. Left me with an unheard & unfulfilled prayer :
I wish to be there with you. To spend a little time together. To live a thousand lives within a few seconds. To steal some moments from the time and capture them in my heart forever.
I wish to be there with you. To wait on the same spot every day on your way. To take a glance at you when you are not looking. To be lost and never be found.
I wish to be there with you. Arriving long before on the cafe that you visit every weekend. To book a seat just in the right place from where I can look at you secretly. To watch you sipping your favourite coffee from the cup. and To pay for the same cup and adding it to my collection.
I wish to be there wherever you are. To feel alive in your presence. To dream with open eyes. To learn your likes and dislikes. To hide behind a tree when you notice something is fishy. To listen to you while you hum those lyrics with your earphones plugged in. To look away when you give those suspicious looks with your head facing down in your novel while eyes staring above your specs. To forget about catching my breath while running crazily after having my best time. To visit my shrine and praying only one thing
This is not the first time that I am recording my work but yeah the first time I'm sharing it with all of you... Sorry, my voice is a bit low so I would want all of you to use headphones and increase the volume.... Please do tell me if it's good or bad and suggestions are always welcomed Link is in the bio.. Hope all of you will enjoy it..
____________Life is nothing but_____________ ___________________Spilled milk__________________ ______________________Part 3____________________
When I look closely at the life today I realize that life is nothing but spilled milk. How??
Consider your soul, your conscience, your inner core being a mattress, Pessimism - the negativity or dejection as milk and Your current mood or state of mind as a bedsheet. Human beings have a variety of species within themselves. The most common ones are those who are born to spill milk in others' life while there are only few endangered species left who will help you cleaning up the mess and that too is not guaranteed. So, it's totally upto you whether you act quickly and stop that milk reach the mattress or you let it sink deep within you which will make it harder to clean the stains. That milk will surely spoil your bedsheet but these bedsheets can be thrown or washed right away before it makes it to the mattress. (And some stubborn stains need mom's weapon )
In the world full of people with foam mattresses which makes it easier for the sorrow to reach the deepest core, I, on the other hand, walk with a soul made of that "MICKEY MOUSE BOUNCY CASTLE". The one which we used to find in weddings before ( I'm sad it's not a trend anymore. Now drones took over ). The one on which we would spend hours bouncing crazily and forgetting about our empty bellies. It's spill proof, water-resistant & most importantly great-for-the-kids mattress. No pessimistic thing can reach to the core and it is so easy to wipe it off. And to equalise the external negative pressure, this mattress is inflated with the air of optimism, happiness and my nostalgic memories.
Try to make your conscience out of the same material and life will be seen smiling at you. But Beware of the people that shake hands with a thorn hidden between their fingers.
(P.S. - I should start working with an advertisement agency I guess... Anyways, I hope it makes sense and I thank all those who made it to this part...)
The sands of life such dusted the whole beach of intermittent waves of emotions evolved the path of futile memories and desires that teach the key to eternity seems so blurred and dissolved !!
The path drift to fertile banks of emerging emotions you feel like you hold the sands in ur hand but you are all blind to see the loophole of liberations the liberated forlorn feelings scattered on land...
We weave sand castles in sands of time hoping it will last at least till eternity.. but surrounded with solitude sublime the process of pain of life lasts constantly..
Still with bare hands running in warm sands we play we dream we chase the miracle miracle that may happen with the futile lands the winds will flow to heaven making sand castle !
What I am, Is not what you are, Because unlike you, I never was a human. Never was able to really feel emotions, Which you all adore, Been called a demon for that reason, A monster which was deserted.
Emptiness, calm and drenched in the sorrow Of never fitting in is what embellishes me, An ornament of true, cruel sadness, undetected. And yes, I don't understand you, Perhaps I don't even want to, Knowing what humans are like, I accepted my fate of being alone.
I let my fingernails grow long and sharp To at least fit into the picture of a monster You have made me, Because what else do I have left ? A heart perhaps, Which desires to take those under its wing, Who suffered the same tragedy, Orphans with no place, rejected, abused. And a body, carrying a thousand marks, Done by a knife or these nails, In a cold, desperate night.
Wishing to be normal at least for a day, To not be alone and deserted, With no one left to talk but a silly pen, A watch which is about to stop ticking calmly very soon. An ember of light triggers some emotions at rare occasions, Which fade into nothingness as the day begins to face its end.
So, what I am, Is not what you are, Because I am, A demon.