New Beginnings

Its Friday the 13th.
A dreadful day and date. Well, its not as dreadful as we make it out to be. Just because 13 number is considered inauspicious and it falls on a Friday does not make it, doubly inauspicious. Its all in the mind as they say. This number has been more than kind to me or rather lucky for me which is contrary to the general perception.

So, I am marking this date to be the harbinger of the new comings of which I have no inkling but yes, I have hopes of their arrival. Somehow, for a person who has been so negative about all the things that surrounded her. To be filled with such positive light on this day makes me feel more connected with this number.

Wishing that this day brings about new and hopeful changes in me. I hope this positivity infects me so deeply that, no matter how bad things turn for me, this optimism should be able to keep me afloat.

Transitory note

Its been really long since, I last wrote. There were a lot of things that I wanted to write but certain events simply took away the jest from writing. I kept making mental notes but somehow failed to put it down here or even when I managed to type a couple of lines I erased it, as if wiping the screen clean would wipe out those morose thoughts from my mind. In the last one month my life has changed a lot. I had to bid adieu to a lot of things. Still, there are many more 'goodbyes' in queue. 

Why everything leaves one and goes?
Why nothing stays with one forever?
Why nothing is permanent in life?

All of us have asked these questions several times. There is no novelty in these questions. We are familiar with the answers as well. Yet, we keep asking self these very same questions again and again as if earlier answers, never really answered those questions.

All the repeated reflections leads us to the same understanding that, 'Everything is transitory'. Its hard to accept this simple statement. And, we keep wishing that atleast, a few things in life were rock solid and lasted till infinity. Sadly, a rock too wears off so, 'rock solid' is also not so solid.

Our search for permanency in life continues and we question ourselves that if there is nothing that can face the test of time and live till eternity, then how and what can be defined as 'permanent'? Is there any thing that can pass the test of permanency? Or should the human mind learn to accept the fact or understanding that there is nothing in this world that is actually permanent; that, it is a mere illusion of time that we humans create to fool ourselves into a wishful living. 

Bleeding red

The pen wanted to bleed red all over but somehow it couldn't. 'Love' is the most over-written and talked off subject. Yet, its so hard to say 'I Love you' to the person you love. Its the most endearing sentence in the world that one wishes to hear (more than utter) atleast once in a lifetime. Still, I am unable to bring myself to confess it to the person concerned.
I wish, I could tell him but I guess, I shall never. So, let me write it here, instead.

 I love you

Someday, if you shall come across this blog you might know that I wrote it for you though am not too sure that you'll know that 'you' is you. But, if you ever felt what I felt for you then you shall know that it is you and none other. Its the secret of the soul which can be heard only where it echoes. The day you shall know of it I'll call it my moment of 'Serendipity'.

P.S. I love you....I love you...I love you... I wish, I had said it in person than written it here. Alas! Sometimes, some truths are best hidden than revealed.  

The girl with a green pen

You must be wondering who is this girl with a green pen and why a 'green' and not blue or black or any other colour pen. The reason for this unusual name is that sometime back I possessed a green coloured hardbound notebook. It was a multi-purpose book for me as I used to take down my notes in it along with whatever literary deviations I had in-between those note-taking/making period. I was mostly identified as the girl with a green book because I used to carry it everywhere with me as if it was my bosom friend. All my friends were so fascinated by the book partly because of the curiosity it aroused in them and partly by its beauty that they used to openly conspire to steal it from me. I no longer posses it but the memories of it has remained with me. I looked for a similar notebook in several bookstores but I couldn't find anything closer to it.  I wanted to title this blog as the 'girl with a green book' because this blog is going to be an extension of it though I won't be taking or making notes here but definitely all my mental and literary deviations shall find space here. I changed the original title to 'the girl with a green pen' because I could relate to it now more than the earlier one as I no longer have that book anymore but I do write in green ink rather than the usual blue in my dairy.