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Sleepy eyes, late night reading, a gripping novel whose end is feared, incessantly turning of pages, biting nails, getting deeper into the life of characters, reminding yourself, time and again that it is just fiction and then like a snap, facing the end only to survive the book hangover, all by yourself. How terribly I had missed this routine!

The Fault in our Stars by John Green was a small package of incredible life wrapped inside an adorable blue cover. Though just for two days, it gave me my most favorite routine back. This book is not just a reader's delight..it is an unparalleled treasure which I am glad to have found. To say the least, I cried my eyes out when I finished this amazing piece of fiction.

You know, it is probably going to be the only book ever, whose climax was known to me before I ordered my copy and yet it did not affect my experience, at all. Of course I was really angry and disturbed when the main part was disclosed to me. (People should learn when to write 'Spoiler Alert' while reviewing a book or a movie. It is NEVER written after spoiling the plot. Please..show some mercy!)

Anyway, the news is that a movie based on this novel is going to hit the cinemas in early June this year...somewhere near my birthday. I don't know whether I'm ready to handle this story on the big screen but I'm sure as hell, excited to watch it.
I know I would have to carry a big box of tissues to the theater. Gosh! What have you done to me John Green.

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P.S: The heading of the post is from the novel.

A book, a blanket and a song.

Phir le aya dil majboor, kya kijiye

Raas na aya rehna door, kya kijiye..

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Those pages are never blank..

in the stark nakedness,
they surge and sometimes, they crawl
through the befuddled world's befuddled madness.

The ivory space between the lines is never void..

Waiting to be covered in the silhouette of thoughts,
they have a soul..
they have a soul and a few magic breaths.

Yes, those pages are never, never blank.

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Just stay,
be silent.
The world seems a better place with you.

Watching you with a playful smirk
as you keep your pretty mouth shut.
It's wild. I can make you do what no one else can.

Who said a little sheep can't tame a lion?
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Fun Resides With the Odd.

Not the dizziness
which follows the kiss

Not the echoes of familiarity
which lingers in this mind

I want the devil's heart
Corroded yet colorless,
For I never desired a hero or a knight.
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Blues

Curse me,
and I shall be happy

For my name would touch your lips, at last.
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A Happy Day

My dad woke me up today, asking whether I would like to have Gajar ka Halwa. (For non-Indian readers, it's a very famous sweet dish whose main ingredient is carrot which is Gajar in Hindi) This being my favorite dessert, I readily yelled "Yes" from my room. But the next moment I wondered, that my mother is not at home, our maid has taken a leave for a week.. then who is going to prepare this super tasty thing? I jumped out of my bed and ran to the kitchen. To my very surprise, my dad was preparing it.

Before moving further, it is necessary to share that I hardly see my dad in the kitchen preparing some high class dish. He is there usually to keep a check..you know, on stuff..just like that!

So I being an opportunist, diligently assisted him and learnt the procedure. Yes, I finally know how to cook 'Gajar ka Halwa'. The best part is - for the rest of my life I can flaunt that it was my super dad who taught me this.

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As mentioned above, our maid is on a leave, so these days I've been learning and doing a lot many household things. (A legit replacement..eh?) But tonight for a change, all five of us, including my brother and Frodo prepared dinner. Fine, Frodo was just watching! But the rest of us did prepare the supper together. It was such a warm and happy feeling, you know. When the whole family is together and we chat and we laugh and my brother tries to pull my leg and we laugh some more and the dog keeps wagging his tail.

Sigh.. it was just perfect!

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But the day did not end there..

Today is Lohri. As a custom, we celebrate a bonfire night. Me and my mother went outside to get some pieces of wood for the bonfire. No doubt, it was a tiring thing to do in the cold. But the sweet outcome made it all worth it. We celebrated the festival.. again just the five of us.

And all I could think of was that this moment, right here, when the smiling faces of my loved ones are glowing in the light of bonfire, it is very special and I'm going to remember it forever.

:)

Thus, a happy day.

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P.S: A couple of days back, I recited my poems in front of some very amazing poets from all over the world. Being an introvert, I had never thought I would do something like this but everyone was so friendly and motivating there, that I grabbed my mobile, opened my blog and just like that..recited three of my poems. It was an impromptu decision but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Felt like having achieved something..not big or small, but something.. Yay!

We were meant to be silent

..my words spoke to me one day.

Like sand seeping through fingers

and watching it with broken sighs

We were meant to be silent..

like unfinished goodbyes.

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Imprints

There is a name in my skin

like ink smudged on fingertips

it imbues deep into the scales

an etched art—

draws imprints of passion.

There is a name.

Unfettered,

in my nerves

in my veins.
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Aftermath

We don't differ in appearance

says Dusk to Dawn,

We differ in the aftermath

of when we are gone.

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There is a fiber of truth in every written lie.

Beneath the cloth of charcoal,

      amidst cold spaces of words

      there was a story

which caressed fuzzy secrets

     there was a story

     of growing wise and old.

Hints of which she cleverly dropped,

     there was a story

     just so poorly cloaked.

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