©Pranjali Bhatt

Dear, No One May be you are there (cliché may it sound “Man of my dreams”), may be you aren’t; soul reason why I have addressed you as no one. I wonder whether you are on other side of world or in same city as me. I hope your survival is still unknown to me and I won’t shy away from the fact that somewhere secretly my heart awaits to meet you. This letter, well because, there are so many doors reserved for you, so many things which I don’t want to talk about with anyone but you. I don’t even know whether you will read this ever, you might not be the guy who reads a blog. But I know for me, you will or else you would never be mine. Where do I even begin? There are like 1000 stories to be told, I suppose due to surroundings, lately I have been hanging heavily on my heart. People of my age have managed everything. Me, trying to still figure out what to do. I can literally feel that fear running through my veins, to get captured in the world where there is no good reason to liv...

Let us travel the journey of life together, For the reason you promised, be it any weather; Failed to realize, it was a hope, my dreams Now it was just a pile of crushed beams Our ways have now different routes, For that path of thee, I will never pursuit.

This time, yes this moment, I feel like sense of serenity, might be my perception; it’s exactly like when dust settles and the surrounding is clear. A year before, 2016, a macro year for me, being 23 and observing the alteration, and was almost an ocean of frustration and anger.  Now, I am so grateful for the good stuff- success, my family and all the important people. I hope the coming times be kind to me or at most I have the capacity to visualize it that way.   Yes, for the coming times, let me learn that less is more. Life is hope.  

 It was during March where I was fed up of my schedule, and that feeling had somehow made me cranky. I was sitting on my study table with books all piled up and me staring at them. I was somehow trying to calm my mind from getting stressed up. And at that very moment, my brother came inside my room and unknowingly disturbed my thinking. He just wanted to borrow my ruler. He patiently asked me if he could, and I shouted at him for always borrowing my things and not returning them. My whole frustration was on him now; I got a reason to pour it out, and that too on my younger brother. He left picking up the scale without any reflexes. And I got back to my zone, wondering and worrying! With all these I concluded that I need a little nap and then things might get better. It was after half an hour that I woke up and what I found was my ruler with sticky note. The ruler was exactly at it's place but with a note attached. My brother had quietly sneaked in and left that. And ...

It was 2016! Where I started cursing my life, started the thought process that “Why me?”  Those things never go and it didn’t go unless it taught me. Going through difficult time is never easy. God is usually blamed far more than His share, at times no share. Time never flies by. 24 hours are too long. I felt as if I was less fortunate that I had to go through so many career and personal flaws in a year. But past two months has changed something in me. My greatest teacher recently has been two females which I acquainted recently. During mid of August this year, I met a 28 year old girl in my CA coaching classes. We all were having random conversations about hardships that we all have faced while pursuing CA course. And she shared her's. She lost her father when she was 24 leaving her elder sister, herself and her mother behind and also a huge business to run. Amongst all these chaos and trouble, the emotional trauma, she not only did complete her studies, but took entir...

Wore over her blue skin, and so did he It was paper thin Never perceived by thee Searching for the blue, Their whole life flew Bumped into each other Only did they wonder Why not I found? Thanks to Masks covered! P.S. Edited version of "Masks" by Shel Silverstein. One of the poems I admire. 

Why this title? Because we ponder upon this fact so often, that this phase decide our moods and actions. And I don’t know what has made me penned down the most common and changing relation of Humans- “Friendship”.  Damn it! Am I again feeling lonely? For that matter I would start believing what I never wanted to! Like not being in contact with someone for months; and redeveloping the original phase I had with them- the scariest part of my life! I just don’t know how to keep relations. For me, being in contact is not something I define to be my “Friend”, but something very deep. May be old-fashioned. If someone tells me I need to meet them daily, it would probably run hell out of me. That is just not me. I have seen my dad’s group. They have shared their life together. Even they do not greet each other daily, do not take cakes to celebrate each other birthday, even though they unknowingly support at life’s scare and scarce time. So maybe I have imbibed that in me.  ...