Something way too powerful at work here.

So, all my life, I’ve had these tiny theories of mine that I’ve developed. Theories that try too hard to make sense of basic questions that begins with what, how, why, etc. I guess everyone has a few of them, questions and theories we abide by.
And it’s all natural for us to grow onto them, and also, allowing those theories to grow up as well, like a tree, free to move up towards the light, or far beneath the soil, in all possible directions, twirling, unrolling, realising.

The point is, I really feel tired of this, these days. Tired of developing theories. Sometimes, I have a feeling, that there’s just something much more powerful at work here. That despite me formulating my stupid theories, this powerful work, that goes about unseen, works its own charm, revealing a world that’s perfectly balanced, but also, incredibly dark and beautiful.

What’s the point of trying to understand something that I’m much too small to comprehend?
Things keep getting weirder by the second. I might be losing onto my childlike innocence, but I’d struggle to be the kid that I am, deep inside, inquisitive, and curious. Growing up, things seem much more complicated now. And they are just getting more and more complicated. 

I wonder if I should try to make sense of all of this, or just simply, let go, and enjoy everything that ever is. It’s really beautiful. All of this.

Biblical - Biffy Clyro
Skylight - Biffy Clyro
Stars And Shites - Biffy Clyro
Many Off Horror - Biffy Clyro
No I’m Not Down - Biffy Clyro

The biggest lie ever.

This thought occurred to me recently. A simple thought. Not sure what inspired me to think in this direction.

Perhaps it was a series of unfortunate events.

People don't trust people. Not always. Most of us would like to believe that we are on our own in this big dark world. But that's far from the truth. Or at least, I hope everyone start's to believe that.

I believe everyone's like a deep well of thoughtfulness, brimming with love to give, memories to share. It's a beautiful world, and everyone's just so very insecure about who accepts them the way they are.

It's so very easy to judge sometimes, isn't it? One should try not to make quick judgements about someone's personality and create a deep rooted opinion, before even speaking to them. And one shouldn't judge them once they've opened up either. Try and understand, always.

The biggest lie ever, is one that we would love to believe. Because we see it happening around us. All the time. We doubt ourselves, look up to the only people we believe are probably correct about such things. Our parents, or someone close. Chances are, that they'll tell us this, this statement, that we take too seriously.

It's, "Don't trust anybody. You're on your own."

This is wrong. Trusting is a very important factor for growth. A leap of faith, knowing your friends would be there to catch you. The larger the group with understanding people, the better. Two is better than one. Four, even more.

It's true that someone might be untrustworthy, especially given the fact that lying is probably their favourite hobby. But what if we just try and understand? Perhaps the person wants to be accepted. Life must be difficult for them, oh yes.

There are different kinds of people. In all possible shapes, sizes, colour, emotions, personality, everything, everywhere, wherever. Sometimes, they are extremely raw, the kind I like. They're fresh, new, vulnerable, fearless of baring their emotions, and most of all, quite intelligent. Sometimes, they're completely opposite. They tend to lack sheer creativity. They get repetitive, tired, probably happy in their innocence. But all in all, we're humans, the very same. Homo-sapiens that walk this planet in search of answers and whatever that is the ultimate.

It's easy getting hurt if we trust the wrong people, and at that point of time, we must remain vary of the truth. Be objective. Stop at our steps and retreat. But what if it's the right person? You could grow with this person, into something you'd probably never dream of being able to do all alone. More the number of people who trust another, more the chances that we'd end up trusting someone trustworthy.

We aren't on our own. We travel alone. That's all. But befriending strangers for a couple of minutes, finding a companion that would last you a couple of weeks into the journey, or perhaps your lifetime, it's all part of the long road.

The treasure box.

My little box, my home, with my two favourite gems.

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I miss these ladies. Bunny left Mumbai last year, for her studies, while Ridzi and I still stay close by. It's never the same for us when we're not together though, - the three of us, at the same time.

Of the countless memories I've shared with these two beautiful, absolutely brilliant women, I remember, only but a few. We were always in our skins, when we were together. Ourselves. With not a tinge of judgement, or anyone to hold the other back.

I still remember how once I'd observed that, whenever the three of us are together, two'd always be in a jolly mood, while the third would be serious. This happened, almost, always!

And then the other two would pool in for help. In a very, indecent impolite, obnoxious, funny, but rude manner. But they'd help! Yes.

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"You need help, sweet thing?"

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We were like free birds. High on happy. Brave. And funny.
Oh yes, lot's of funnies.

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Gub bub so much lub.

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I loved their wardrobes more than I loved mine.
We each knew where the other would keep their secret happy goodies in their rooms.
We knew who was the least, and the most organised, of us all. Crazy. Both of them. And also, the one who was always way too diplomatic to do her any good.

"I don't know what to wear."

"I'm Mamy. She's Poko. You should be Pants."

As far as the number of jokes we've shared is concerned, I've lost count.
We'd never realise how time would fly by when we were together. :)
*Insert random chain snort-laughter.*

"There's a limit to a limit, which also has a limit, but the limit to use the word limit, also has a limit."

The crazy dance routines, the reckless phases, times where we've kicked ass, twirling, walking like a mo-fo badass 'chicki', LoLing out loud, the fail manicure sessions, successful manicure sessions, deep philosophical discussions, utter fail arguments, bitching sessions, dreaming sessions, les-bee friends kinda sessions ("KISS ME, OOH KISS ME." ~ "GET OFF ME, CREEP."),  crying sessions, fighting sessions, oh dear lord.

The teens were what they were, because of them.

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/* Declaring variables. */                                         

int var;                                                           

person temp, x, y, z;                                              

                                                                
/* Initialising variables. */                                      

var = 1;                                                           

x = Ridzi;                                                         

y = Bunny;                                                         

z = Sugandha;                                                      

temp = Temporary;                                                  

                                                                   

                                                                
/* Running while loop, until the end of time. */                   

while(var>0)                                                       

{                                                                  

Person x - "Coming for a walk today?"                              

Person y - "No yaar. I'm too lazy to move. Why don't you guys come over?"                                                             

Person z - "Die alone, bitch."                                     

                                                                   

                                                                   

/* Switching variable roles. */                                    

temp=x;                                                            

x=y;                                                               

y=z;                                                               

z=temp;                                                            

}     

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We were crazy. Absolutely mad. Insane!
And I miss us, so much!

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The three of us were very unique. Completely different in our own ways. The way we gelled though, was common. There wasn't a care, or a need, to justify us. Of who we were. We just, were. There, and then, right at that moment.

It's only now, as I retrospect, that I realise how amazing we'd been. I've never really spoken about how much I adore them, to anyone. For they had always been the first ones I'd share a story to. They were always, my number one. :)

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Crazy.yzarC                                                                         

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Time's a bitch, and things have changed. But I know, deep down, that I'm never, never, NUH HUH, letting go of these wonderful ladies.

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Miss Bunny, Miss Ridzi, I love you two, to bits!
To every brick of an atom that vibrates, to every evolving strand of your DNA chromosome.
My lovelies, you're gonna make me proud.

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This one's for us. :)






















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*Insert the buh-bye bro-hug.*

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