Table for One

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As February 14th was fast approaching, my Facebook news feed was flooded with posts about how people were going to spend Valentine's Day crying or eating ice cream while crying or something along those lines. No I'm not kidding but I wish I was. It only shows how our society prefers two people over one. You are born alone, you die alone. So why the prejudice?

Ever since I was little, I've been a big fan of all things romantic. Roses, Novels, Chocolates ...you name it. And I understand that Valentine's day may be the most superficial 'holiday' in the history of holidays. You give someone gift because you're supposed to. You say you love them because it's an unspoken rule to say it that day. I want to hate this supposed 'Day of love' but I cant make myself do it. When I pretend to be disinterested, something inside me stirs and I remember that all this began in good spirit. How wonderful is it to value love over everything else even if it's just for a day ?

But this is often misinterpreted to mean to love your significant other only. And it pisses me off. It's okay to show yourself a little love. Go splurge on a dress you've been too scared to buy, Buy a bunch of Roses or any other heart-shaped rubbish if you are into that sort of thing because, why not? This may be the most clichéd opinion of the 21st Century but really, most people in the chaos of life forget that it's perfectly fine to do things for yourself. Why should 14th of a certain month be any different than the rest?

But the fault here lies in the society. Being a teenager myself, I can say this with certainty that all that 95% of teenagers ever want in life is a boyfriend or a girlfriend. This is primarily not because they want someone, it's because the society looks down to anyone who isn't desired by someone. Thus, people jump into relationships with all the wrong people which results in heartbreak 99% of the time. Single life is frowned upon because how can someone who doesn't have anyone to whisper sweet-nothings can be happy , right ? Wrong.

How many times have we seen someone on social media claiming to enjoy singleton status and thought to ourselves that "it's just an act. S/he is probably lonely as hell". Because honestly, I have. It's not our fault because all our life we've only been wired this way. But who can argue that Single people have the freedom that people in relationships can only envy. Being Single means only handling the nonsenses that life creates for you and not certain someone's who claims to love you for like 1 month (tops).

One day most of us are going to end up married, to someone we truly love (hopefully). But until then, it's okay to relish in making decisions that concerns only yourself. Because at the end of the day, everyone lives their own life.Who are they to judge your life choices, whatever it is?

Do something because it makes you feel better as person not because someone/society tells you to. It's okay to be happy and single at the same time. Or happy and in a relationship, if you're into that sort of thing.

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about love

When I was 10, love was Familiarity. Love was big eyes and sweet smile, coming over to give me his share of chocolates that he got for someone's birthday. Love was getting picked to play with him first. Love was random calls to my house that my mom picked up. Love was waiting for his silly emails over long summer breaks. Love was knowing I was his best friend. When I was 14, love was a Secret. Love was staring at his pretty eyes from far away. Love was the music in my ears whenever I heard him call my name. However, love was also sly. Love was accidentally brushing against his skin while walking beside him. Love was catching him looking at me and at once looking away. Love was the crescendo of heartbeats that came after. Love was... finding out it was love. When I was 17, love was All-knowing. Love was thinking pretty eyes wasn't love at all. Love was realizing I hadn't met love yet but knowing exactly what he looked like. Love will.... definitely be taller than me....

Our story :)

Hey people! So, this story is here because of the special request from a few special people (Apee Regmi and Aayushma Khadka and so on..).I wrote this story some 2 years ago on Valentines day....so it revolves around the same thing. When people read this story they ALWAYS ask me if it happened for real and I say 'no'. It would be fun to have a guy like him with me but NO. This story is NOT... I'll say it one more time... It is NOT based on my experience so you can stop whatever you are planning on questioning me based on the story. Hope I'm clear about this. (sighs) So here goes the story: Young people are very excited as V-day turns up. Some are happy while others are anxious. on 2005 V-day, I also belonged to the anxious group because I was going to ask someone out on that very day, for the very first time in my life. I am Samaira. I normally didn’t believe in love but after meeting him the feeling isn’t peculiar anymore. Aryan made me believe in love, in...

Purple.

it all began one august day as the sky bled into hues of purple, a coy smile from me, some words spoken in the dark from you and with the silent heat of our barely there touches, the yearning turned to longing. and come september, the longing will turn to love. and all it will take is an epiphany, an unintelligible distant symphony, a moment of chance miracle and you will know, that answers were never outside but within. you’d expect it to be earth shattering but it is a mere revelation it’s a switch you flick in your own mind that surrenders your soul. no matter what other say, it was a choice then and it will continue to remain so.

On moving 6629km alone away from home

It was a fresh start, one that I needed desperately. Applications and documentation had taken so much of my time and sucked so much of my energy, I don't think I quite comprehended what the move was going to entail. While I was open to changes, I don't think I was aware of how much transformation across all aspects of life it would take to acclimatise myself to my new reality. I was just happy for a fresh start. Nothing else mattered. But turns out, getting on the plane is the easiest step in all of this. The amount of transformation I've gone through and learning I've done in the past couple months is truly insane, to say the least. Recently, a friend back home asked me how I was doing living alone and I thought about it. Honestly, it hasn't been all good or all bad, but the important thing has been rooting and balancing myself despite it all. Not sure if anything I've written will be groundbreaking or something that hasn't been already said 7 million time...

Rust & stardust

There's not much to say about love beyond what has already been said But in the past, every time we fell apart I always used to find new ways To bleed on paper about you. Yet, this time has been different Because the words I spit out about you now don't make any sense Just like how we fell apart doesn't make any sense. Every time I sat down to write this, My thoughts always went back to that one time When you said I'd never be able to write anything without you in it, ever again. I laughed and rolled my eyes at you then But I knew you were right Even during the long stretches of radio silence between us, my words always seemed to find their way back to you. You were sometimes the hero in my stories Sometimes the villain And yet, you were there Car...

The Chasm

I remember how easy it used to be Closing my eyes shut And, at once, seeing their names On the back of my eyes Painted in bright hues of red Always so close to feel To dream To touch With 'I love you's Gushing out of my lips Faster than I could remember to breathe. Always, All I did was love, love and love again With never present people Setting myself to rot In the chasm they'd build Out of lies and disguise Naïvety or Delusion? I could never figure. Until one day, I realized I was the liar Falling in love with feelings Never people. Setting myself up for loss every time Because despair was a feeling too And I'd rather feel sad than empty; Misery than nothingness.

(un)finished business

By Vincent van Gogh - Starry Night Over the Rhone You were a ship passing by my ship during a sunset. Ours was a chance encounter, so it was never about staying close forever Nor was it about helping each other traverse the tides together. We had both set sail to reach far away lands from different ends of the earth With our journeys laid out in front of us. But when we met amidst the vastness of the sea It was difficult not to believe that something about our closeness made sense. There was comfort and ease in existing together, A never before felt sense of synchronicity, That all was unfolding as it should. I was the first to say goodbye though, Not because I didn't want you, But because I wanted you too much and I knew we weren't on the same page. But why is it that even if I was the reason we sail separately today, I find myself thinking about you more frequently than I care to admit. Sometimes, memories of you feel like a fervent fev...

Forever, Always . . . Infinity

There are two kinds of hurt. One is immediate, earth-shattering You wail, scream Weep for the person beyond measure When the self-pity ends, You pick yourself up, Oneday. Other one is slow and steady Creeping up on you when you least expect it. And when it arrives, It leaves back nothing in it's wake. Enveloping you in darkness It neither has an end nor a beginning Only a constant rhythm of hurt flowing through your veins. I don't know which is worse.

How it all started :)

As I start my very own blog from today.... I'd want to commence by stating how I started writing stuff ...have fun reading, even though, it's my very first piece of write-up here...And I'd love it if you comment on how it went. Thank you :) Writing is not something that I started doing from a very young age and yet I just love how it makes me feel every time I do it. As of now, It has spread inside of me as a poison because even if I try to fall out of this habit now, I just simply can't! It all started out some 5 years ago when my very first piece of writing was published in 'The Himalayan Times', in the 'Schoolpost' section, for the very first time. The encouragement and appreciation I got at that moment made me want to try my hand at this....and now I am what I am today all because of the feeling of being appreciated It was not that I started to write out-of-the-blue. Since a very young age, my father used to take me out to...

...I speak my mind =)