What I learnt from multiple heartbreaks
When I experienced my first heartbreak in high school, what troubled me more than the abysmal feeling one feels in heartbreak was the fear that I may never feel this kind of love ever again. …
When we’re too needy to see the truth.
Of all the countless moments I had shared with my ex-girlfriend, the one I remember the most is the memory of the day when we last saw each other, on the day when she told me we were breaking up.
I was sitting in front of her, on the breakfast…
And the ever ignored Compounding rule of a relationship
“We’re meant to be!”
This belief. This feeling — It is the most important reason that breaks up even the strongest of the relationships.
This belief that we are soulmates, that we are perfect for each other, it’s a miracle that we ever met, that our meeting was somehow special…
It had started to rain again.
Standing at a cross-road waiting for the light to turn green I was staring at the wet road glistening with the yellow reflection of sodium lamplights when I felt something cool and soft pricking against the skin of my face.
I turned my head…
Is unconditional love an asset or a liability in relationships?
In any business (and also in life), it is considered good sense to have a Plan B as a backup if your Plan A comes to fail. This Plan B, which acts as a cushion, ensures that you don’t up end up with nothing when you are roaring ahead to…
What made me finally move on.
One of the four noble truths of Buddhism says — our search for pleasure is the source of our suffering. It is correct, but I want to take it further. Search for pleasure is indeed our source of suffering. But the greater source of suffering — more tormenting, more excruciating…
Of our bodies.
It was that night hour
when the sky lit with stars
And the oozy darkness flows in the black air.
The moon was high in heaven
Riding behind the clouds ebon
Pouring down whiteness milky and fair. …
After they are gone.
Only those
who wallow in an
eternal sea of sorrow, in an
immense ocean of grief —
only these people know
what it is like to stumble upon,
and set your sight on even
the tiniest triangle of land
however desolate it is,
however barren it might be.
Only those…
They ask me.
How much do you love her? —
They ask me,
as if one can put into words
the meaning of my wordless love
so easily.
Why do you feel for her so much? —
They question me,
as if one can question the sun why it rises in the east…
Falling and falling and falling in love.
Falling,
slowly, sublimely
into the wide sea
of your dulcet thoughts,
into the deep ocean
of your munificent memories.
Every other sound
drowned out,
every other sight
faded away,
only the blue
of your eyes
stretched
in all directions
about me,
and
I sinking into it,
slowly, gradually.
I wave…
