Writing saves me from drowning. It gives me a ray of hope when I turn morose due to the mismatched arrangement of thoughts in my mind. It kisses my wounds lightly with its touch of extensive vocabulary and impressive words. From all the tears and fears, writing gives me comfort. It makes me feel a less lonely. If I could write a book about writers, it could contain the rules of expectations followed by disappointments and experiences.
I don’t write because I want to, I write because I need to, because I have to, because I should, because if I don’t write, my life would come to a halt.
#writingisbliss #thankgodiwrite #happysoul #missnaiduwrites
I open my eyes. Turn up my phone. *Blur vision* 2.37AM, the clock says. I think I was supposed to be sleeping at that time, but what am I doing? Thinking about you at the moment? Scrolling my feed just to see your picture? You might change your mood and send me a “Hey! It’s Okay!” message. But for whom am I waiting? The person who still rules over my heart? The person who made my nights sleepless? The person who taught me daydreaming? I dont remember when we had our last pleasant night, may be weeks ago, but now, even days feel like years. Imagining you, beside me. Your finger, playing with my hair. Your eyes, fighting with mine. My heartbeat, crossing it’s highest digits. Yet, I opened my whatsapp, wrote a message, to get you, Because that’s what all I can do. *Last seen 1.49AM* Stayed there for 7 minutes 31 seconds. Not a single blink. Yes, my eyes are paining now. Sitting there, same posture, for minutes. A question jumped inside my head, “What if he wakes up in the middle of this night? He might need me.” Dropped a message, “Hey, just text me as you feel like…” *Settings>Sound>General>Volume^* Phone kept near the pillow, you, inside my heart. I didn’t pass that night, I lived it.
#missings #love #midnightcravings #missnaiduwrites
She was happy thinking that all his talks, laughs, jokes, sharing moments and pictures and feelings was just for her, until she got to know about the third person in the frame.
#moodswing #thirdperson #happiness #missnaiduwrites
Girls, a big term for you. Yes, the perfect guy? Do you know they exist? Why don’t you find them? Let’s see why and how. If they do exist, how are you supposed to find your guy out of the 7.5 billion people on earth? Impossible right? It’s difficult to catch your soulmate in reality! Who’ll be tirelessly searching tho! So let’s turn to our favourite timepass, “social media” – our enemy!!
Finding the perfect guy is a boon and also in finding the correct guy it’s awful sometimes!
It’s lovely because it means finding a soul that fits perfectly with your own, you relate, you love them and yes you can be yourselves. It means finding someone to build a life with, create a home, get kids and build a lovely family. Someone who you don’t feel alone within this world wide.
It’s awful because there’re reasons where you overthink, you may not feel compatible, sometimes you just, “try out things” – which is incorrect. Sometimes you just use to see if he’s the right guy or not. Girls! This is not acceptable! Instead, search for someone who challenges you to be better every day, while still loving you right now, unconditionally, for the mess that you are. You have to find this guy!
Search for someone who both teaches you and learns from you, who encourages you, frustrates you, comforts you, challenges you, makes you laugh, supports you and loves you – for exactly who you are!
#lovelife #theperfectguy #theman #missnaiduwrites
It’s okay not to write, smile, love. It’s sometimes okay not to feel anything. It’s okay to allow yourself to feel the numbness. The emptiness. For what will derive from that phase will be bigger and better and stronger. That’s the problem with people like you and me, we don’t simply breeze through life, sliding from one experiment to another, no, we turn it into a material.
From the moment his breath brushed past my neck for the first time, leaving me with goosebumps to the moment I flipped his every last page, packing his bags away, and beginning a new chapter of life, everything, has been a story worth sharing. Non learner, safely scented with love yet with the bitterness of goodbyes – but if you were writing my story, you would know there’s no such thing as goodbyes and happy endings, because you’re always intertwined with each other and if you want a happy ending that simply depends on where you end your story, and I don’t believe in endings so may be I’ll never truly want a happily ever after. Because I know there’s always an after. Yet here I am, numb maybe, but preparing myself for another day, another story, another world inside my world that I could share, with this world.
#love #longdistancerelationship #happiness #world #worthsharing #missnaiduwrites
To all the spiders that you’ve killed and lizards you’ve shooted, how do I express my gratitude to your amazing fatherhood…
#dad #firstlove #bliss #missnaiduwrites
It is easy to spot an angel! You just gotta start telling a story in a group situation when people are too busy talking over each other to hear you. Look for that one person who notices and makes eye contact and smiles encouragingly till you’ve finished talking- That’s the angel! Those people are pure and they go straight to heaven!!
#pureisrare #spottingangels #missnaiduwrites
You deserve somebody who tells you they miss you at 1.40pm when they’re surrounded by people in the midst of their day. Not somebody who says they miss you at 2.13am alone with nothing else to do!
#simplelove #feelingsthathityouhard #missnaiduwrites
Though we are not together for now, yet, my pulse dances even at the thought of your bearded cheeks when you use to rub them over mine, even the thought of your warm breath sends chills down to my spine, when you use to put your lips on mine! Ain’t I a kid anymore? You cracked my code boo!
#onephenominalday #whatdidijustdo #missnaiduwrites
Every one of us has a weakness. But for most of us, the thing we love the most becomes a weakness. That love which once used to give us strength to fight all the odds now made us vulnerable.
We fear to lose that person or a thing, we tend to protect it, and subconsciously we even tend to cage them.
We may even suffocate them with our insecure love. We fear others will take our weakness for their advantage. We lose insight. We ultimately make our love, our achilles heel.
But we need to realise that “To be loved is strength, to love is a weakness” is just a myth! Infact, “to love” makes us even more stronger, we just should let our love grow free!!
#uncaginglove #cravingsbeso #love #missnaiduwrites