It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
You wonder if colors are loved as such, Or if they are judged by their shade, But you forget that colors are not fixed, They are fluid and changing with light.
They are not simply just blue or green or white, They are blends and hues and tints. They are not defined by their names or labels, They are expressions and impressions and hints.
You wonder if you will be loved in every shade of yours, Or if you will be rejected by your flaws. But you forget that you are not static, You are dynamic and grow with poetical law.
You are not simply just eyes or hair or words You are stories and memories and gifts You are not confined by your looks or thoughts or fears You are passions and dreams and shifts
Love exists for every shade of you And for every shade of them
Love is not a matter of preference or choice It is a matter of connection and grace Love is not a condition or a bargain It is a journey and a space
A love like that exists for you And for everyone who seeks it
A love that accepts and adores and understands
A love that persists and grows and expands
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His expressions were amusing as he absentmindedly bit his nails while staring into the nothingness of a corner. His eyes were intensely focused and slightly widened, with his eyebrows scrunched in concentration as he put the force of his canines on his nails. His face was washed with pure innocence, a stark contrast to his usual personality.
As I took a careful look at him, I couldn’t help but wonder why this boy is so beau-
"Oh, you’re here,” he said suddenly, noticing my presence and pulling me out of my trance.
“Man, my photo will probably be terrible. I wasn’t even prepared,” he complained with a hint of frustration in his voice.
Your photo can't be terrible even if it wants to.
I couldn’t help but feel amused when he was bothered. Was it evil of me to think that? Perhaps, but he had given me such a bad impression on my first day that I couldn’t help it.
Soon our torturous physics class came to an end and finally it was time for our 20-minute break.
Dhriti turned her focus to me and asked curiously, “By the way, I meant to ask, is Arun sir your uncle? "
