In Her Absence

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This was a reminder. Somehow I had forgotten to tell this. I felt neglected. Restricted. I was awake. I was dumb yesterday night, too. I slept by around 3 o’ clock. But then, I woke up– I didn’t know how or when. However, I was in the complete darkness. I sat on my bed, looking everywhere around for my cellphone. I couldn’t find it. I kept it somewhere. I needed a change. Yea! It was there in my backpack. It was safely hidden in the secret pocket. And my backpack was in the hall. I didn’t want to wake up from my messy bed and take it. I was restricted. I had taken a decision to regulate myself from using it. It had her presence. She’s in it. But I knew that I was helpless to do so. I couldn’t go on further like this. I had been like this since I realized that her absence crucified my heart. I didn’t want me to be ruled by anybody else, but she did. It hurt me. I closed my eyes forcefully. I tried to get back to my sleep. Then it began rolling in my mind. Her absence. I got lost. An unbearable pain. Those days. Moments when I felt that she’s there on the opposite side. Looking at me. Talking to me all through her shining eyes. Talking all day long. I was falling for her. I saw myself in those most alluring eyes. I kept rolling on my bed thinking of her. I thought I would be incomplete without her. I feared whether she wanted to know how I was feeling in her absence– it might hurt her, but I didn’t want to do it either. She must be always happy with me. She must smile like she always laughed at me. That innocent smile she had. That facial expression she had when she’s worried. That anger she hovered upon me while she was down, or when I shouted at her. Everything was lost. I missed her. I missed her presence. And she missed my absence at the same time. We’re madly seeking for each other. We didn’t understand why we’re doing so though. Neither I nor she didn’t question it. I was falling for her; she’s waiting for me. If you see that my dumbness is quite unusual, then I would say that I was living in a different world apart from yours with her. I was with her. We’re together although the distance or a few margins separate both of us. I tried to sleep again. I didn’t… I’m alive, still it hurt me. But I’m waiting…

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When You Miss Her?

“How can you sleep when you miss her at the most– still, you don’t know what to do?,” she asked him, lying on his widen chest.

He ceased drinking the bottle of wine he was having, kept it on the table adjacent to their bed, and stared at her eyes. She tightened her arms around his body, as much as she can, and waited for a sec to listen to him. He said, “Honey, I would, maybe, think of the priceless memories we had together. It’ll certainly hurt me– she’s miles away from me. But I know how it feels to be with her, at least in those limited pictures of her silliness I’ve captured by my mind. I know it. Because she knows it– how I feel about her, too.”

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A Year Ago

Because there was no other intention I had in mind when we met. Hence I had fallen in love with her simple words, then with her sparkling eyes, at first sight; but later, for her at second sight.

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Regrets of Love

....that's how their story ended up in silence. She walked away from him. He didn't utter a word to stop her; she didn't know that he loved her either, but she knew that she had never loved anybody else, just him. Only him.

How I Made a Long Blog Post About My Trip?

A few days ago, Naima, author of Global Unison and one among my good friends from the blogging circle, has asked me to pen down further about the experiences of the trip I had to Malappuram with my sister on January, 2015. Excuse me for the delay I’ve made to update the content here though; I’m extremely glad to update it at least by now as I’m outdated here nowadays due to some other reasons­­—trying to give least attention on cyber world, new books collection of random genres, been busy with the Silicon Valley 1st season and the Game of Thrones series at the same time, working as a freelance content crafter, boring college schedules and a few more other personal stuffs. Anyway, if you’re there, then this post is for you, Naima. Hope you’ll love reading it.

So you wanted to know how I made a long post about the trip and what I felt while writing down the personal experiences of mine in Malappuram together with Revu, my sister. I’m unsure whether I got you right or not, still here is the answer for your queries in simple words.

Generally, I don’t prefer to write lengthy blog posts— I admit that I’m not good at expressing long fictional thoughts—because I felt that it doesn’t give a better reading experience to my valuable readers. Then how should I go for descriptive takes? Here is the 10 major factors for which I give importance while writing down the contents devoid of any limitation on the word count.

When you write regarding anything in real, which you’ve already experienced, then you wouldn’t care about what you’re writing. Because you’re not lying, but you’re penning down what you already know, what you had been through in a few minutes, hours or days ago.

I didn’t think of the grammatical errors while working on that specific post; it was actually a written draft. I was in a perfect mood for writing.

Choose a better notepad to be installed in your Smartphone so that you can scribble your ideas, maybe a mere thought, whenever something hits your brain at anytime.

Which one is your favorite application for typing the texts? Word or Evernote? Mine is Word as I’ve been a Word user since I started blogging 3 year ago.

Don’t think too much. Just write. Write. Go on writing.

Play your favorite music in low voice for a better ambiance. Don’t try to restrict yourself in order to complete the work within one sit. It’s your time. And do whatever you want in between.

Choose the best time for writing. It varies from person-to-person. Maybe, for you, its right after a hot coffee in the evening, but mine is during late midnight.

Read. Read as much as you can— books of any sort ranging from Goosebumps to your favorite author’s recently published work.

If you’re done with the draft, then 90% of the work is finished.

Go through whatever you’ve written in the draft, make necessary changes, show it to somebody who has similar interest on reading and writing, and publish it whenever you want.

Now, regarding the other experiences I had in Malappuram apart from what I’ve written in the blog post.

I had such a lovely time with Revu in Malappuram after a long time, Naima. And again, I understood from the trip that train journeys are far more reliable and refreshing ones while comparing with the other means of transport in India. Travelling is the easiest way— a much needed change that everybody seek in their lives at every point— to enjoy and find happiness at wherever you go. It enlightens our minds. It makes us feel more real. I know that I don’t have to mention this all to you, Bird of passage. You know it. Yes, you know what I’m trying to say.

Like you’ve mentioned, here are some more pictures we have captured during the trip:

In return to this dedicated post, I would like to know why you have asked me to write a post of this kind. Hope you’ll get back to me soon.

To the rest of the world, have a happy weekend from my side. Enjoy each and every moment. Move forward. Never give upon your dreams to conquer the depths of happiness in life. 

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