under some falling rain

In the midst of what seemed like a never ending and forced, love cum revenge story, I did manage to take out some time and enjoy the rain.Something I had been dying for.The rain feels like a blessing, not because its hot or humid or anything, just that it comes after long months of waiting, lots of prayers and blog posts.

Preoccupied with thoughts belonging to vaguely connected genres, my only distraction is the feeling of nostalgia.Memories hardly make me want to go back into the past.My school years don't make any sense to me.In terms of academics, I sucked.And eventually, I didn't even care.My friends circle was erratic.It's like, I was sort of passed on, not a very nice feeling I must say.

College, however, was different.It was adventurous, rowdy, beautiful and unforgettable.In short, fun.It gave me 'upstage', across, philosophy.My friends, a few very very special people who didn't care if the world was looking.The past three years gave me memories which are hard to forget and the deal is this, that I never really want to get over them.That IS kind of sad but then what the hell.For a change, this is a past which I don't regret, something which I'm not in a hurry to forget.These are memories which I want to keep as I grow and not leave behind.

And now that my thumb is bleeding, I think I should take care of that.

Peel your skin and show me your true color

back to the present.no one could probably take away the feeling of helplessness from me.I'm not sure what I expected.Maybe too much.and maybe it was unfair on my part to do so.the saddest part is that I'm not sorry anymore.If forgiveness is so distant an option then probably I don't deserve it anyway.So I'll let that be.but what is strange is that the person who's guilty in the true sense of the word was let off so easily.and I've probably never been this vocal anywhere,let alone my blog but Neil you're sick.I'm amazed how calmly you can put the blame on others.and I swear I can kill you right now,trust me I really can.I hate you and I hate what you did.and I hope you suffer,forever.not only for cheating on my friend but for ruining things for us.you'll suffer and that's all I'm praying for.

trust me,my previous attempts at blogging to make myself feel better weren't successful but this one made some difference for sure.that asshole.rot in hell,you freak.R O T in H E L L.

Between Us.

the ruins of some half hearted efforts at displaying love stay on to show me that there isn't much that I should look for anyway.Not love,not friendship.I sometimes doubt whether it still exists,friendship.

with us, it works sorta differently.We believe in sorting things out without much explaination.we'd rather hurt than sit and discuss.and probably we're not too wrong.but our idea of fun has to get back to us sometime.We're not really the strongest group of people you'd meet,neither physically nor mentally.we believe in suffering tons before actually taking a step which will provide for some good memories*and fun*.We're fucked up, no doubt.But then who isn't.We like our conversations loud and grey,with severe doses of mood swings.And for those who don't take us seriously read post script.

P.S:: And we might land up at stephens or hauz khas anytime soon with pressure cookers as weapons*it hurts*