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Why we need an App to find a Household Help!

We have an app for every need of our’s these days - we have those that help us tracks our food, tell us how fast our heart is beating when we are anxious and how much we need sleep or water, some to hep us self educate and some that even claim to find us love ! Yes, I agree that’s it is a delirious idea - but when you are 36 and suddenly you find yourself mostly talking to yourself - you realise it is not a bad idea to have someone hear your moot points. You find yourself looking for that camaraderie when you were young in age, swimming in your youth with lot of time to waste pondering - but here you are - you have bills to pay while maintaining sanity on a day-to-day basis while dealing with a world that is ruthlessly mean about you being single! The judgement is just biblical - yes, I choose the wrong person in my youth and yes, I thought that they would stay around and yes like you judges, I never thought I would have to figure this when I should be figuring investment plans but the...
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"I want more than your lust spilled over my sheets. I want affection that curls I've learned all too well That there are many versions of ourselves Multiple characters that we play Depending on where we are In space, in mind, in time And like the sky changes We too change From one version of ourselves to another And so I just wanted to ask you Before you leave for good What ever happened To the version of you that loved me? Is it still there somewhere Waiting for a better day? Or did I kill it off somehow By my cruelty and my lies? You know that I'd give anything To have that version of you back But I've just got a feeling It just doesn't exist Anymore around my emotions and tugs my heart into play."
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Home

It took me 29 years of my life to understand the true meaning of when they said "Home is where the heart is" On 12th of Oct, 2015, when I landed in Calcutta for KIFF project and started working with a complete group of strangers, they as usual as asked me the but obvious question - where is your home ? All my growing up years, I would narrate a long story - I'm currently based in xx city, but am actually a half Bengali - half Rajasthani- Hybrid as I call myself, I have studied in Shillong, Ranikhet, Nanital, Shimla & then Muscat and the story is long. Over the years I cut my story short, saying am from Delhi - the city I dreaded the most in fact. All my life no matter where I went, I was always left feeling out of place - out of home. Always moving, meeting new people and learning new tricks of adaptability but never at home. What made me feel more out of home, was returning to the my mom's native land - a) I could understand the language but never get use...
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The Perfect Goodbye!

To be honest... when I was asking to meet next month... it was going to be a goodbye... I was going to ask you did you want to take things slow and eventually work on getting back together... If you said no I was going to respect your decision... But before I walked away forever I wanted to make sure I at least gave you a fair shot or atleast make sure that I tried everything before completely giving up... I guess my biggest downfall is I believe in this fairytale love that conquers all that will fight through it all... But I realize that love only exists if someone feels I am worth it... I DON'T want to look back nor interfere anymore... I saw you said she was your lady... If you two are going together that's great and I guess deep down it's what my heart needed to finally move on... I know I will be fine lol but its a healing process for me... Unconditional love also means wanting to see that person happy even if it's not with you... If she makes you happy, m...
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His need for her

Sometimes the impact of the incident doesn't set in immediately, for me, it set it after three days and after I was back in the familiar surrounding. I had possibly read and re-read his mail to her more than 20 times in the three days, sometimes expecting the unexpected, trying to decode as if there was some hidden message. But unfortunately there was none! It was a clear and simple message. He needed her despite me being there and he needed her more than anything. It slowly sunk in, he didnt care how I felt or what I felt and the sooner I accepted it, the faster it will be over for me.
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No sense of Loss

The sense of loss is the most unexpressive sense we are possessed with. No matter how many tears we shed, how much we ignore our feelings, it always lingers in us, around us. No expression is the best expression to express how much we miss the person gone. When every waking hour, or dream or action engulfs you with the reminder, even then the feeling seems less. Nothing we do or did can express it than just the presence of the person. That is my friend – the sense of loss !
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The Man on an Endless Ride

She didnot ask for a definition of who I am, but instead what I am. I could tell her over and over again, that I am a monster of the world but she already knows this, yet still lay her head on my chest and ran her fingers tracing the scars that reside on my body; comforting the wounds that are embedded within. My soul is a graveyard full of tragedies, awaiting to steal her heart and bury it amongst the tombstones. I've explained so many times, "I'am bad for you. I'll feed of your perfections to feel whole again. I'll use you and feel no shame. No guilt will leave my soul." Truth be told I wanted her to leave. Because my heart is a paradox. I could love and feel emptiness at the same time. I could show you a beautiful smile whilst feeling dead inside. I didnt want her to live such a charming lie. But that's who I am, that's what I am - A man on an endless ride!
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