The Subconscious Mind

“Hi. I am……..

Actually I don’t have a name because I don’t need one. But sometimes people call me the narrator.

To be more specific I’m the one sitting next to you. Watching each and every action of yours and later telling you that whatever you did was actually ridiculous or coming up with new ideas for a more evolved action which you already performed.

Still didn’t get it?

That’s ok. You usually ignore my presence with you.

This story is about me and my friend. Well let me warn you in advance.

‘It’s a very long story.’

So you better finish all of your work and read this.

And yes don’t forget to take some eatables so that you don’t break the flow while reading this.

And the main question.

Who Am I?

You will find it.”

Few months earlier…………..

“Armaan Sharma?” Said the voice on the other side of the phone.

“Yes.” Armaan replied.

“It’s a call to remind you of your appointment with doctor Batra this Thursday.”

“Oh. Thank you for reminder. I’ll be there on time.” Said Armaan.

The same evening…………

“What happened bro?” asked Hardik.

“Hmm? Nothing. I’m all right.” Armaan said.

“Really? You look quite tensed. Are you hiding something?” Hardik asked.

“No buddy. Everything is good.” Armaan said.

“Really? I don’t think so. It’s been 15 minutes since our order arrived and the foodie is sitting like an old man suffering from constipation.”

“Hmm? Order? Oh. Sorry I forgot.” Armaan said picking up his burger.

“Where are you brother? Stop dreaming with open eyes and come to the reality.” Hardik said.

“I am.” Armaan said taking his bite.

“Would you like come for snooker?” Hardik asked.

“Mmmm, no. I have some work to do. So I think I should push off.” Armaan said.

“Ok. As you wish buddy. Take care.” Hardik said.

“But let’s finish this first.” Armaan said pointing towards the glass of mojitos.

“Ha ha. Yes.” Hardik said.

Armaan was sitting on his couch fiddling with his phone that suddenly something strange happened.

“Who are you fooling man?” came a voice from nowhere.

“Who…Who are you?” Armaan asked, terrified, searching for the source of the voice.

“Here” again came a voice and he saw someone sitting right next to him.
“Whoaaaa.” He jumped off. “Who the fuc…….” He stopped in the middle of his sentence giving a surprising look at the figure.

The person was none other than Armaan himself.

“Hi. I’m Armaan.” Said the person.

He didn’t respond, still surprised.

“Who……who are you?” He asked.

“I’m Armaan.” The person said.

“You don’t fuck me with man.” He said.

“Calm buddy. Ever heard of subconscious mind?” asked the person.

“Yes.” Armaan replied.

“I’m your subconscious mind.” The person said.

“Hmm?” Armaan gave it a puzzled look.


“What?” Armaan said. This time, terribly surprised.

“What what?” asked the person.

“How? How is it even possible?” Armaan asked.

“Let’s not discuss about the possibilities. The real thing is that I’m the only one in this whole world who knows you better than you. So tell me who you are fooling?” subconscious mind Armaan asked.

“Fooling? I’m not fooling anyone.” Armaan said.

“Hmmm?” the subconscious Armaan gave him a rusty look. “It would be a better if you stop fooling me. What do you think I don’t know the reason behind your dilemma?”

“Oh really? Then tell me what it is Mr. Subconscious me.” He said.



“I said Ayushka you deaf person.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Armaan said.

“Ha ha ha. Nice punch Mr. Armaan Sharma. I can’t stop laughing.”

“Logically you are laughing at yourself. Am I right?”

“First tell me. Am I Right?”

“I need to sleep. I have an important appointment tomorrow.”

“I know. Dr. Batra.”

“If you know that, then let me sleep.”

(Narrator’s pause)

By this time, you may have realized who I am.

But if not, read it again.

At Dr. Batra’s clinic………

“Armaan, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just you sinus which is causing problems. I’m just increasing your dosage and you will be fine.” Doctor said.

“Okay doctor.” Armaan replied.

“If it causes more problems, immediately contact me.”


“Your sinus is a big pain buddy.” I said.

“Oh so you feel too. I thought you are just a mental case scenario.” Armaan said.

“I’m watching you buddy. You are going great with your punch lines. Keep it up.” I winked at him and he gave me his signature rusty look.

“I think your phone is vibrating.” I told him.

“Hmm? Let me check.” He said while looking at his phone. And the way his facial expressions changed, it was an easy guess for me to tell who the caller is.

“Hey. Wassup.” Armaan said to the person on the phone.

“Hmm? Ok. 6:30 P.M. at DD. Okay. See you there.” He said and disconnected the phone.

“Ahaan. Date. We are going on a date.” I said.

“We? Seriously dude? And for your kind information it’s not a date.” Armaan said.

“Yes buddy. We. You forgot who I am? And I know it is not a date. I was just playing with you. With this face the only date you deserve is a court date.” I said. “And don’t worry. I just want to spend some quality time with you. So it’s just Armaan and Armaan time. I’m not going to bother you in public with others. So go son. Enjoy your date.”


“Ok sorry.”


“Well let me tell you one thing. This friend of mine is actually a soft at heart person. Emotional, selectively introvert and a genuine personality.

Ok I won’t brag about myself.”

“Hi.” Armaan said.

“Hello.” Ayushka replied.

“What happened? You look tensed.” He asked looking at her face.

“Nothing, it’s just some few issues with my friend.”

“Oh. So ultimately there’s nothing I can help with.”



“Sorry. How are you?”

“I’m good. And it will be waste of words asking how are you.”

“Shut Up.” Ayushka smiled.

“Finally, the signature smiley.”

“He he. Yes.”

Later that night…..

“That was a great evening.” I said.

“Yes. But she is still tensed I think.” Armaan said.

“About that friend thing?”

“Yes. As you are a part of me, can you give me some idea to cheer her up?” Armaan asked.

“Who me? I think you already did.” I said.

“Hmm? How?”

“By sending her a message. See see, she’s typing.” I said.

“It was a great evening.” Ayushka messaged.
“See, I told you. You already cheered her up.” I said.

“Seems like I did it.” Armaan said.

“It was a great pleasure to see you after such a long time.” He replied to Ayushka’s message.

“I missed you.” Ayushka said.

“In spite of texting you daily, I missed you too.” Armaan replied.

“Aww, really?”

“Yes really.”

“Yes. :-p” she replied.

“Hey you met your doctor today?” Ayushka asked.


“What did he said?”

“Nothing. It was just my sinus.”

“Oh. Get well soon buddy.” Ayushka wished him.

“Hope so.” Armaan said.

“Not hope so. You will be absolutely alright and come out as the healthier version of you.” Ayushka said.

“Aye Aye captain.” He replied.

“Yes that’s good.”

“Thank you.J”

“OK I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I’m feeling sleepy.” Armaan texted.

“Oh. Ok, you can go. Good night. J” Ayushka replied.

“Good night. :-)” Armaan replied back and closed his phone.

“Liar.” I said.


“You are such a pathetic liar. Tell me honestly. Are you really feeling sleepy?”

“Mmmm. No.”

“So why did you lied to the one you love?” I asked.

“Wait, what? Who told you I love her. Dude she’s just a good friend and that’s it.” He said.
“Liar Liar.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Liar Liar.”

“Will you stop singing?” he said.

“Liar Liar.”

“Liar Liar.”

“Liar Liar.”

“Liar Liar.”

“Will you…………………” he stared at me angrily.

“First tell me who are fooling buddy. I am with you since your birth. Every time, everywhere, I was with you. So it’s better to stop lying and just admit what I said.” I said.

He sat on the couch and started looking at the roof.

“I don’t know if I love her or not.” He said.

“Ok just do one thing. Answer yes or no to my questions. Fine?” I said.

“Fine.” He said.

“Do you feel cherished when she text you?”


“Do you feel bad for her whenever she is sad no matter what the problem is?”


“Do you adore her presence whenever she is near you?”


“Do you feel jealous of people who meet her on a regular basis?”


“I want you to answer this very carefully. What’s the reason behind your constant over thinking?”

He kept silent for a moment.


“I’m done and you know your answers. And I don’t think there’s anything else to say.”


“No If or but. The thing is you love her. And that’s for final. Congratulations you finally realized that you lost your heart to someone beautiful, beautiful and amazingly adorable.” I said.

“Will you listen to me for a second?” he said.

“Hmm? What happened?” I said.

“I hate it.”

“Hmm? You hate it? Whatever you are saying is making me confused as hell.”

“I hate this feeling.”


“Because these feelings are of no use. They are not going to reciprocate in any way.

Dude she’s a good girl and I admit that I love her than anyone else. You don’t know how I feel whenever I see her. I never believed in butterflies in stomach thing but every time I get a glimpse of her, I feel a sweet tickling gesture. Every other time. You know me. You know how restless I become when I never get a word from her. There were days when I used to feel like it’s just opposite sex attraction and nothing else. But later I realized that it is way way more than just attraction.”

I sat there in complete silence. I was looking at him and I knew that his feelings were genuine. The way he was describing her, there was a constant glow on his face.

I know what you are thinking. I’m his subconscious self and I don’t know about his feelings?

Believe me; I was partially unaware of this thing. I knew that there’s something which is bothering me and that’s why I came out of his mind. You people really underestimate the power of the subconscious you.

Let me tell you one thing…………….. Wait, he’s going to say something. Talk to you later.

“I always wanted to tell her about this. But every time I try to do so, I get scared.” He said.

“Scared? Why?” I asked.

“I’m scared of the consequence of my act. I think I will lose her. Maybe I will never see her again after this. Because it’s only me with this feeling. For her, I’m just a friend.”

“But you need to take a step.”

“I know.”

“Then don’t hesitate and go.”

“I can’t.”

“But why?”

“I told you.”

“Either this way or that, you are on the verge of losing her.”


“So why not give it a shot? No matter what will the consequence, at least you tried.”


“So? What’s your decision?”

“I don’t know. I’m still scared.”

“I can understand your feeling. But sitting here, with the feelings kept hard inside the heart is not going to help you. Rest is your decision. Good night.”

“Good Night.”



That’s all.

But why am I telling you all this?

Why am I sharing our personal conversation with you?

Because every story is written for a reason and in a world where the real concept of love is lost somewhere far away, we need to bring it back.

Love at first sight is not a thing. We need to differentiate between the concept of attraction and affection and that’s where things get messed up.

Now that’s up to you guys how you read these words and how you conclude their meanings. No matter what happens next, never be afraid of expressing your feelings because you don’t know what comes next.

That’s it everyone.

Thank you for giving this piece your valuable time.

I know what you are thinking.

What about Armaan?

Well he expressed his feelings to Ayushka a few days later

Things didn’t go as we thought.


 She accepted that she stole his heart.


The Letter…….

Dear Future Partner

I don’t know if you are reading this or not, but for the next few minutes, each and every word here is dedicated to you,  for you by a small piece of you.

I hope you are doing great in your life. Everyday i think of you. I admit your existence. And want to embrace your presence and i know so do you. But still we are unable to do so.

Don’t worry, we will be together soon. You’ve waited for so long, please wait for some more time. There were times when i almost lost hope. There were times when my faith got devastated. There were times when i was lonely with no one by my side. But then it’s today when I’m writing this letter to you.
I’m writing this letter to you to tell you that yes there’s someone out there waiting eagerly for you. I don’t know if you are a complete stranger or someone in my friend list. But there’s one thing i’m sure about is that we will meet soon.
By the time i come across you, i request you to hold on.

Wait for me.

Because I’m doing the same.

Exclusively Yours

Okii Dokii Artichokii

He was sitting in the café situated in the heart of the city, waiting for her.


Don’t misconcept this story as a regular heart aching or head banging story. Our protagonist here is waiting for his best friend.

Let’s come back to the story now.

It’s been like one and a half hours since he was waiting.

“Late again.” He murmured.

So finally after a long tiring and boring wait, she arrived.

“Sorry. I’m really really sorry.” She apologized.

“It’s ok. I’m here since last one and a half hour ONLY.” he said making a silly face.

“Don’t make me feel guilty. I just said sorry.” She said making a guilty but bit irritated face.

“Are we going to play this sorry, it’s ok game whole day?”  He complained.

“Sorry?” she questioned.

“Who the hell is going to hug me idiot. It’s been like 18 months since we last met.” He said.

“Awwww” She said and gave him a tight hug.

“Missed you Bud.” She said.

“Missed you too Panda. It feels so good to see you after such a long time.” He replied. ”Well I think its fine now. Leave me, I’m suffocating.” He joked.

“Hawww. That’s so mean.” She said pushing him back. “So how life is going?”

“Absolutely amazing. Accounts are overloaded, still no money in hands. Bank servers are jammed so if your card works, you are a lucky person.” He winked.

“Dude, stop acting like a finance minister. You sound so boring.” She said hitting his head “Hey you damn fucked up spirit, get out of my Bud’s head. Understand? Otherwise I leave you in such a condition that you will forget your own body.”

“Says the enchantress.”

“Yeah.” She said and started laughing like they are unaware that where they are.

“How’s your hottie dude? It’s been so long without any post or pic.” She asked.

“Ohh She? She left me. 3 months ago.” He answered.

“OOOH. Sorry. Didn’t know that.” She apologized.

“Ah, don’t feel sorry. It’s absolutely ok. Actually I’m happy now you know. You don’t know how feels roaming like an open wild bull around the city.” He said.

“Lol.” She giggled.

“Oh god. Please not again.” He complained.

“What happened?” She asked.

“You know it very well what happened. I seriously, desperately, eagerly want to meet the person who abbreviated a nice decent Hahahahahahaha into the clichéd LOL.” He told making a sick face.

“Awww.” She said making her signature cute face which always made him fall 10 feet deeper.

“Shall we order something? I’m hungry.” He asked.

“Didn’t you have something?” She questioned.

“Yes. 3 glass of water.” He answered.

“Hawww. Sorry it was just the excitement and flow. Sorry sorry sorry. Let’s see what do they have?” She said picking up the menu card.

“Actually we should leave.” He said.

“Why? What happened?” She questioned.

“They have a very boring menu. That’s why I had only water.” He said and laughed.

“Lo…. Hahahahahahaha” She laughed watching his facial expressions as she was going to say which always made him mad.

“Better.” He giggled.

“Fine. So where should we go?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I’m don’t live here anymore. You know this city better than me now. So what do you suggest?” He said.

“Hmmm, I know a place and you are pretty familiar with it.” She said,

“Where?” He asked.

“Come with me.” She said.

“But whe…….” She dragged him before he could finish his sentence.

In next few minutes they were sitting in the basement of the food joint where the budding friendship between both of them grew up into a beautiful flower.

“So tell me girl. What’s going on these days?” He asked.

“Mmmm nothing special. Same boring job, same boring routine and same beautiful dreams.” She winked.

“I thought you loved your job.” He said.

“Yes. I used to, until it became my headache.” She complained. “It used to be pretty decent, good job earlier. But then I realized that you cannot judge a book by its cover. You know when you start something; either you hate it first and love it later or vice versa. In my case, it’s vice versa.”

“Whoa. That’s a whole lot of philosophy. If you hate your job this much then why don’t you quit?” He said.

“I thought of doing so. But what if I quit and don’t find a new job easily? So it would be better if I look for a replacement and then quit.” She answered.

“Hmmm. So found any?” He asked.

“Yes I’ve shortlisted some. Well leave it. Let’s not talk about this boring topic. You came back after this long just to discuss my job?” She said.

“No.” He answered.

“So stop being so formal.” She said.

“Sorry. But I cannot think of anything else.” He said.

“It’s ok. Ah here’s our token number.” She said.

“Hmm.” He said.

“What hmmm? Act like a gentleman. Go get the order idiot.” She giggled.

“Aye Aye captain. “ He said and stood up to get their order.

“Let’s go out.” He said after they finished their meal.

“Why? Let’s sit here and talk Na.” She said.

“I want to experience our old walk and talk.” He said.

“Ah. How can I forget that? Let’s go bud.” She said, excited.

“This time, we will have a long walk.” He said.

“Fine.” She said and both left the food joint.

It was pretty cold outside. But for them, weather condition meant nothing. They talked about everything, like they are not going to meet again. From old friend to how they started talking, old relationships to their classmate’s dog.

“Annie, can I say something?” He said after a long pause.

She knew that whenever he addresses her in this way, there’s something serious. There’s something which is bothering him.

“Is everything okay Faiz?” She asked.

“Oh yes. Everything is fine. It just like I feel so overwhelmed with gratitude and emotions. You don’t know how it feels to be alone.” He said.

“It’s fine. It just the distance that made you boring.” She said.

“Not the distance. Circumstances, fucked up job, singlehood, what’s not there to make me sick. You remember I was the one who always howls about living alone, independent, achieving everything on your own.” He said.

“Yes. I remember. But you’ve achieved a lot. Way more than you expected.” She said.

“But that comes at a price Annie. You don’t know how it feels like being in a city for 4 years but still feels like a stranger, alone. Everyone you meet is just for the career scope. By the end of the day, it’s just you and your loneliness. I’m so alone there. Despite being surrounded by a number of people, I’m alone.” He said.

She noticed him, his voice. Teary eyes, heavy throat. She kept silent.

By the very next moment, she hugged him as tight as she could. All of his emotions, his grief came out as a flood of tears.
“It’s okay bud. It’s okay. Remember, you are not alone. No matter how far we live, not matter how distant we are. I’m always here for you, always. Now don’t cry. You are my strong bud. My stupid bud. My bestest bud.” She said holding in her arms.

“Okii.” He said.

“Dokii.” She said.

“Artichokii.” He said.

“Here comes my old bud.”  She said.

Afraid of change?

There they are.

Dim lights, scary silence, messed up room and them?

Sitting in the corner. Thinking about their decision again.

Because once again their friend’s attitude towards them left them heartbroken.

But why?

Just because they thought beyond their regular attitude?

Just because this time they thought of being the real version of themselves? The other, better, refreshed version who thinks about them this time. Instead of making others happy no matter if they deserve the joy or not, this time they thought living for them only.

At least whatever step they will take from now on good or bad, they will be the sole bearer of their actions.

They will be the only one who celebrates their success with bottoms up.

They will be the only one who scolds themselves for the silly mistakes.

Yes they are changed. The person you used to know is changed now. They are still your old friend, your old loving caring friend. But that old friend is now the better version of themselves. The friend still loves you. The friend still cares for you. The friend still thinks of you.

OK answer one question.

Is it bad to think about our self? Is it bad to love our self? Is it bad to think ahead of the habit to make others happy and forget about our self?


Then why are you afraid?

Your friend just chose to ride a new path which will lead them to explore the real person who lives inside.

Believe me, this change is the one hell of a good change. And now it’s your duty to be with them.

Stay with them until the end and celebrate the change because that’s what friends are supposed to do no!

Make a step

“You are in a garden full of roses waiting for someone. And then the person of your admiration arrives. You are about express your love for the other person and SUDDENLY! You wake up.” A perfect dream sequence. Isn’t it?

But come on guys. That’s just a dream. Wake up, see the reality, embrace your presence and start with what you left incomplete earlier.

Wake up and do whatever it takes to win the heart of your loved one. They are special for you. Aren’t they? Then make them feel that. If you will never express your feelings then how they are supposed to know that?

What are you afraid of?

Do you have a fear for rejection?

But just sitting ideal on your couch struck to your phone screen and wondering that a miracle will happen, will only make things worse. You are just feeding your fear.

Make a move.

Because all you need, is a little push.

Make your mind.

Explain your situation to the heart and step out.

Because this one step, is all you need.

Because this one step, is the path to your miracle.

Because this one step, is your first step to your new life.


The Girl in My Red Jacket

Few months later, he accessed his archive folder where he usually transfers the group messages and texts from people who never bothered him. But this time, the reason was different, reason to move over. To clear memories which were his weakness.
“I don’t think this is working.” Jiya messaged.

“Hm? I don’t get you.” Zakir replied.
“I want to end this. I’m sorry but I don’t want to talk. Anymore.” Jiya said.
“What happened?” Zakir asked.

“Jiya is everything okay? You fine?” he sent another message.

But his texts were only been sent, not delivered, nor read. Zakir called her. But after several unsuccessful attempts he realized she blocked his number.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Zakir said and called Ruhana, Jiya’s roommate.
“Hello Ruhana, Zakir here.”
“Oh! Hello. Wassup?”

“Is Jiya there?” Zakir asked.

By judging his tone Ruhana asked, “What happened Zakir? Is everything alright?”

“Is Jiya there Ruhana?” Zakir questioned again.

“No. But wha…….” Zakir ended the call before Ruhana can understand the situation.

On the other hand Zakir was also wondering that what happened due to which Jiya ended their 2 year relationship in just few words.

The girl of his desire, his dream left him alone in the crowd of a million people. He never thought of such situation to happen. But the reality was standing in front of him with a poker face.

Zakir was a different kind of person. In the present day where everyone roamed with a coating of bluff on their face, he was a guy who took everything seriously. That’s why his family loved him. That’s why his friends loved him. But the girl, whom he loved from the very core of his heart, left him.

“Dude, she is a bitch. I don’t why a girl will leave you without giving any reason?” Zakir’s friend Navi said.

“Hm.” Zakir responded to Navi’s point without paying much attention to him.

“Don’t worry dude. She’s not the only one. There are many more out there better than her.” Navi said.

“She is the only one.” Zakir murmured.


After that he never got any call or news from her. So today after number of failed attempts and covering a whole distance of saddened phase of his alone, he decided to move on. He deleted every memory from photos to texts to chats to her number. He is a free man now.


After few months………………….

“Hello Zakir.”

“Yes I am.”

“Ruhana here. Want to meet you. Can we?”

“If it is about Jiya then I don’t want to talk. I’m over thi……….”

“Zakir listen. You need to listen to me.” Ruhana said interrupting Zakir in-between.

“What happened? Is everything alright?”

“Nothing is right Zakir. She needs you. She is dying.”

“What!!! What are you saying? Tell me everything.”

“Meet me outside the CS block. I will tell you everything.”

In next few minutes Ruhana was standing in front of Zakir. One can easily guess by her body language that something is wrong.

“What happened?” Zakir asked.

“There’s something very wrong Jiya Zakir.” Ruhana said.

“What is it?” Zakir asked.

“ Lung Carcinoma.” Ruhana answered.

“Hm?” Zakir answered trying to understand Ruhana.

“She is suffering from lung cancer. 3rd stage.” Ruhana said, finally revealing the problem.

“WHAT! What are you saying? How is it even possible?” Zakir asked, surprised.

“I don’t know. She even didn’t tell me about her situation. Few days after you guys broke up; she left the hostel and went to her parents. Maybe she was hiding her condition to us.” Ruhana told Zakir.

Zakir started crying. “I knew something was wrong with her. From the very moment when she broke up, I knew something is not right.” He said.

“Zakir, Zakir hold on brother. Everything will be alright. Don’t worry. She will be fine.” Ruhana consolidated him.

“How she can be so selfish? How?” It was extremely hard for Zakir to hold on. Ruhana also felt helpless in this situation.

“Where is she right now? I want to meet her.” Zakir asked.

“You can’t.” Ruhana told him.

“What! Why?” Zakir questioned.

“Because she’s under diagnosis right now. She’s not even in the city.” Ruhana told.

“Then where is she? Tell me.”


“I will go to her.”

“Are you sure?” Ruhana asked.

“Are you kidding? My life is there, lying on the bed. She needs me. I cannot afford to lose her. Again.” Zakir said still fighting with his tears.

Ruhana came to Delhi with Zakir. Next few hours were supposed to be the heaviest moment in their lives. Especially Zakir.

There she was lying. The girl of his dream. His lifeline was surrounded with number of machines and tubes. She was weak, her beauty was absent, her hairs were lost and the grace was missing. But still she was Zakir’s Jiya, the most beautiful women in his life after his mother.

Jiya was also surprised to see them. Especially Zakir’s presence made her more amused. Tears came out of her eyes. She never felt this helpless. She was confused. Was it the joy of seeing him or the pain of her appearance?

“Have you seen your face in the mirror?” Zakir said to Jiya.

“What are you saying?” Ruhana complained.

“Let him be Ruhana.” Jiya said.

“You look like a new born baby. Just 5 times the size.” Zakir said and walked towards her. Jiya felt overwhelmed with the response.

“We were supposed to be partners. Aren’t we?” Zakir said holding her hands. She kept silent.

“We were supposed to be partners in joy, partners in crime, and partners in just everything. Aren’t we?” Zakir said. Again she kept silent.

“Then who the hell are you to break the bond between us? Why didn’t you tell me about your situation? When did we become strangers? Tell me Jiya.” Zakir asked.

She spoke after a minute’s pause. “Because I didn’t want you to waste your life for a girl who will eventually die in the near future.”

Zakir was stunned by the response. He never thought for such thing to happen.

“You’re right. Why should I waste my life for such a girl who will leave me soon?” Zakir said.

Zakir’s response made Jiya fall.

“Why should I waste my life for a girl who thinks that I will let her go?” he added. “You know what; you are a damn stupid girl. And that’s why I love you.”

He clenched her wrist and started looking into her eyes.

“You are the best thing ever happened to me. Our love is much stronger than your disease. We will fight together and we will come out of this shitty cancer thing together.”

“But Zakir I don’t know how much time I have. Maybe 1 day or week or month. Tomorrow if not today, I will die.”

“Oh shut up. What do you think who I am? Logan? We all will die one day. But ours one day, is too far from now. I will harass you with my pjs for a long time. But for now I won’t let you go so easily because you are my girl. You are wearing the shield of my love. You are the girl in my red jacket.”

Are You Doing It Right?

It’s been like several months since I started this blog. Wrote fictional posts and shared with you guys. But this time, I want to share some personal thoughts.
Since we are from the social media generation, we all came across posts talking about sour and broken relationships or similar. Usually they always seems to be tacky and way far from the reality scenarios.
But believe me, they are actually real. Yes! These kinds of shits, actually happen.
I’m not going to reveal my case or complain that life is so unfair. But actually drive your thoughts to the other face of the case.
Did you ever thought how all this started? No I’m not talking about the first meeting and all stuff. I am asking how you got into this.

Well these situation starts with a bunch of misunderstandings like “She’s talking to me nicely. Maybe she’s interested in me.” or “He’s nice, handsome, good looking. Maybe he can be my soul mate.” Well, all such things are actually nothing less than hoax. Dude, you guys started with a friendly approach and she’s just maintaining it and girls, what is inside that good looking handsome body is what really matters. So typically we carry on with the flow of misunderstandings and then arrives a BOOM. That’s where the flow ends leaving a long lasting influence. The person of your admiration leaves you in the middle of nowhere and you, standing there; absolutely clueless, just curse your luck.

The question is, is it a result of your fortune? Or is there something else?

You know what, there is so much wrong in these scenarios. One above the all is, taking the other person for granted.
Guys, it takes a hell lot of time and patience to win a heart. You will walk towards, you will fall. But those who rise again and try again are the real winners.

Second thing, are you their priority? If not, then nothing can work.
Third, do you understand each other? No matter if you are an aspiring artist or budding economist, you need to deal with this chemistry with mush precision. One wrong equation and you are exploded.


Fourth and most important, be the real you. Because by the end of day that’s what actually matters. You don’t need to show your temporary face. If you are good by heart, they will love you. The love and affection by that time will be much greater by the margin you expected.
So, take your time, learn by your previous mistakes and “Jaa Simran Jaa. Jee le apni zindagi.”