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Badal Zaruri Hai?

 Ain't No Sunshine!

Being a sappy moron, I've always wanted specific songs and gestures from various movies to be dedicated/copied for me. This was one such song. I remember hearing this first time in 2010, college 1st year, and the college mushy hopeful in me always thought this is the song the 'he' would sing/dedicate or atleast feel for me.

No brainer that that, never happened. Of all the men of my life, all very sweet, it's a shame that this could never make it to 'our' song. And never did I bring it up too, because this wasn't that important.

2022:

2 days ago, O randomly sent this song, And I know I know I know I know I know I know.... I remembered those sappier days when expectations were really a thing from men (I was stupid like that). We discussed how we've been wrong about wanting men to song/feel this song, to want to feel like sunshine in someone's life! And off to sleep I went.

Next morning a screenshot made me so dippy! O happened to send the same song her dad who acknowledged her to be the sunshine and 28th November, the day O walks with her husband leaving her parents towards her in-laws' ( Wedding customs are repulsive like that), he claimed he would hear it again!

Ofcourse, Ain't no Sunshine when O's gone :')

Moral: At times, love and hope comes from the most unexpected places, at times, most of the times, we expect certain things from the most wrong men, at all times, when noone else does, you sing yourself that song!

Ain't Any Sunshine When I'm Gone?

I'm afraid that for some people,

Badal Zaruri Hai, Okay! :)

Brain Marathon

 Imagine running, running all day, at times with all the energy that there is in your body, at times when the running is merely limping, but you're running, all through the day. Your body is tired, you are exhausted, you need to stop but you're not able to. You cannot. You're running.

Now imagine your brain doing the same running. All day, 3days at a stretch now. It is exhausted, but it cannot stop. Is this anxiety? Is this mental sickness? Can my brain please stop running and let me sleep for a night? Somehow! 

Ode

An ode to the unwanteds.

Blooming away where noone goes, smiling away when noone sees,

Still graceful, still beautiful, still, still.

An ode to the unloveds.

Searching away with hearts crossed, hoping away at emotions' cost,

Still swaying, still praying, still, still.

An ode to the unknowns,

Weaving away wishes galore, dreaming away of destined shore,

Still proud, still innocent, still, still.

-Abhishikta