Paramountappetite

Checklist 1. You can call this person at anytime of the hour , speak nothing yet you will know what’s going in the other person’s mind

Checklist 2. If you can have someone who can wade of your tiredness more than a good sleep can give !

Checklist 3. Distance can never be a reason to lessen the bond you share , and enormous it grows .

Checklist 4 . You are unmindful of their physical appearances , once the innear beauty is revealed everything else is trivial

Checklist 5. If that person can make you feel hours go down in seconds , hold on to them in any event

Checklist 6 . If that person can feel your pain be it anypain without actually putting it into Words , bigger things fall behind

Checklist 7. If you have thousand pictures in the gallery, yet you resort to that person’s image to be your wallpaper .

Checklist 8. If every cute gestures of them make you feel overwhelming your are somewhere near feeling blessed

Checklist 9. You can share happiness with anyone , but the moment sadness strikes you , if it takes directly to that one person to pour out everything , aforementioned points will fall in line

Checklist 10 . Look at you and say you are rich if you have that person whom u can yell for no reason , regardless of the repercussions and yet if your being loved with same intensity you are complete and have attained the reason for your birth

There is this one question educated people ask you !

1.How many books have you read ?

2. Who is your favourite author ?

3. What is your favourite book ?

4. Which genre you would recommend ?

Uff ! Have you ever wanted to escape these people who asks you this question . These questions do scare me or let’s say we feel it’s typical of someone to ask this question to show themselves they have read books . There is a anguish deep inside me why don’t people love other things that exist in the world . For most of the people books along side a coffee is a overwhelming feeling . It’s hype created and people try hard to experience it . Is it not there a room in your heart to experience the other inresitable feeling . I don’t do feel like laying them simply in words cause for each individual there is a happy place and it’s unfair to frame a picture of person to be less intelligent or smart if they haven’t done what this majority of this community indulge in .

Books help you to escape the reality ! Feelings are never universal, one might not actually know how the other person might feel and recommending self-help books in no way can deflect the reality . Words are just words written from the authors perspective and it’s a mismatch for a person sitting somewhere around the corner of the world to relate to .

This might sound like someone who doesn’t have patience to read a book is exerting their feelings . I do love reading for being educated to . But books that carry only emotion of an individual being celebrated without a reason is for which I disagree .

Judge a person for the personality there are . Not by the books they carry in their hands all the time .you might not know the inner self .

Read people

share the time

experience the feeling

Be empathetic

It just did not happen . It took years of laborious discovery . How does it feel to be loved without asking for it . Love comes with a demand they say . We stand in a shore for the waves to touch our feet , glide through toe nails , move back from where it came from , but least unexpected is for a big wave to hit Us hard and take us along . We are unprepared, we watch standing , making us go numb , showing the hideous image behind this beautiful sea .But that wave did carry us all to a beautiful place yet displayed painstaking moments . We are loved , we have a person , you know this is the person , we just want the other people to disappear just in case to feel there exist no one but that one person who makes us feel love comes undemanding and smooth.

Steps parallel ,

Bound by love ,

Days passed but how ?

Admiration taken granted

Eyes , foot, voice !

Time lapses ses in veil

Mind , eyes , evil ,

With footsteps along ,

Step parallel ,

Bound by unspoken anguish ,

Reciprocation ceased ,

Confused she stood ,

It’s life she believed

Confused , convinced ,

Triviality but magnificent ,

Many times curated .....

10.55 Am

To lay over them is feeling corrupted .

I stood between lines , with a whistle in his mouth , standing asides me five vibrant women all ready to hit the line that’s 100 mtr ahead of us ! I hear the heartbeat louder than the crowd chearing , i come back to where I was lost ! Vision is un blurred, voices around me discernable and here goes “on ur mark , get ,set , go! My legs phased , my eyes fixed on the end line , I ran and ran hit the final line , on reaching I realised there were already 3 women hit the target ! I did loose the race and that was my final race some 4 years back . Here I sit now and type this I try put all my past into a sequence to make it in good order , revisiting past perhaps gives life lesson and making u philosophical . It puts in line a multiple questions , what if I was focused , what if I ignored voices around me and what if I Would have prioritised the transient goal of mine , there comes an answer that says all that “ what if” would have become needless !

Life is a race indeed ! Significant is such race when “internal self is pride of place” had I ignored the voices around me and stayed focused on what what was necessary things would have been different with lapse of life !

Nope ! Persuade the unflagging dreams and desires of life and for this pursuit smile and optimism are cardinal

“If Life was that simple”

The Secret Of The Nagas -Amish Tripathi

Everything that ends begins here and everything that you may look as a start is end there ! Such is the plot structure of the second book ! One would surely be amazed and awed at the end in reading the book . Every page of this book would carry a lesson that one surely wanted to carry forward. Philosophies are always complex , have you heard about one line philosophies if not try reading this book, not just a compulsive page turner but a life changing book too because of its blend of ideas to the modern contemporary world . One must not be preconceived by the idea on looking the cover page that this something tied to religion which is not so , as the author have tried to included some characters from the Hindu mythology but never to preach the ideologies , he made it so realistic and secular .

The death of a book is not when it’s left untouched but when the intensions or the purpose of the book is not met by the readers ! In that sense this book would never face death as one would seriously uphold the principles narrated in the story .

The grandeur of the book is abound by majestic structures of the setting , descriptions of the legendary characters, and unfolding events that a reader wouldn’t speculate such turn of events . There is offcourse a touch on Hindu mythology but this book cannot bought under the list of “Religious” . Readers who look for myths and ardents followers of shiva will definitely find this book enchanting.

The author has throwed few messages to its readers about equality, secularism and harmonious life . Everyone is equal under god’s eye , women is never less than its counterpart . The language is too simple and intricate ideas presented effortless. Every page would keep the reader exhilarating . For new readers I would suggest this as it might kindle the feeling of reading .

There were days when all my notifications holded your name . I received it with so much of happiness. All songs appealed me , everything around me seemed so perfect and I just realised how things were placed at its position . I valued all of it , it was just crammed with your memories. The day I met you , I still feel the novelty in meeting you every time . But I never believed distance would mar our destined journey . The screen of my mobile and my heart was deserted . I was only fishing for your chat and I never wanted to look into past that would put down my beautiful destined journey. Unexpected abandonment, complete disappearance and you turning into stranger was my biggest disappointment of all .

But then thanks to you for making my tender heart rigid and I hate you for never letting me love anyone else like how I loved you.

This door I am gonna describe about holds some mysterious things hidden behind .

The things that lies beyond this inanimate door had got possession that one kind of human community is desperate to possess it . The door behind has the feeling of being loved , the feeling that you wanted to cherish , the feeling of being someone’s , the feeling of ownership .It has got so much and won’t you think to treasure such possessions you need to labour hard .

This feeling described are inexpressible. This feelings can never be conveyed , but the confession of such feeling is overpowered by the fear of being ignored or being rejected .

Indeed ignorance and rejection has a got a great deal of differences . Ignorance can cost to loose a individual but rejection is loosing what brings you close to that feeling. So it convinces us better not to convey but subtly embrace such feelings for lifelong .

The cruelty of world and people are never realised until you encounter such Situations. Till then life seems to be so appealing , not even giving a inch to feel dejected.

But life is never designed of how we really wanted to design it . Life is not a matter of choice but matter of a giving . There are situations were we feel the presence of a individual adds so much of value in it that we never wanted them to let go off you

There exist brutality of life . You are made up mentally to own that individual, to make them as your own , the process of YOU turning to WE , the process of an individual becoming combined but life pronounces it’s curse at that point of realisation.

There is always a voice that exist in us posing questions about ourselves and we go numb unable to answer that question which would reflect our true self . So is the identity of who we are . We as a human are convinced and comforted by being artificial. Should we blame this fakeness ?. To my point of view definitely no . The fear of being judged ,the fear being ignored , the fear of feeling vulnerable supersedes the so called originality. We are all pleased with imperfections . We aren’t prepared to accept criticism and our mind only appeals to people who appreciate us .