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Thursday, 30th January 2020, 10:42pm

It hits you hard. Even in your late twenties, the blow is just as hard. Each time it hits you, you wish fate wouldn't play another cruel card. When the moment passes, you teach yourself to remember it as a lesson. But the very next second, all your old wounds begin to open. No matter how hard you try to shut your ego, Rejection hurts.

Each time you tell yourself this was the last time, never again. You blame expectations as you try to kill them, but all in vain. Your heart shatters and you begin to doubt your worth. For those moments, your rejector becomes the most important being on Earth. You can prepare yourself all you wish, but when it hits, you'll remember someone penned these words, Rejection hurts.

Sore eyes find a stranger's reflection in the mirror the next day. You feel like an ugly duckling, almost like a mistreated princess from a fairy-tale. But you always find yourself feeling braver than before Ready to face the next failure.

Yet, you'll never be ready for the tears that fall uncontrollably from your eyes, You just can't be ready enough for all those emotional outbursts.

Because rejection fuckin' hurts!

22/11/2017 2:03pm

It always happens unexpectedly. I woke up this morning and decided I won't sulk. My thoughts ranging from "don't be delusional, happiness is a state of mind" to "what about the rest of the day?"; nevertheless, I awoke with a smile on my face, as the bright screen of my phone lit up. I sulked when I realized I had to bathe, I sulked as I brushed my teeth and I sulked when I was helping Maa dry the laundry. But, that is precisely when I began to smile from ear to ear. I noticed that familiar white shirt with light blue stripes, with the semi-faded marks that my peers had made on that fateful winter afternoon in 2012, better reminisced as ‘Scribble Day’. It was a punch right in the gut when I realized I was sitting across from a shirt that was mocking me, silently repeating and chanting "you've grown up", "you're old"; "Nah-uh!", I thought out loud and unfolded the crumpled mess that my old school shirt was. I took a second to admire the fact that it still managed to look brand new, except for the marks that it had been holding on to since the past 5 years.

The crisp collar got my attention first because only one person left his mark there and I called him up immediately. I came across some 20 inspirational, yet funny messages and decided on writing this post as I read each one out to this endearing friend of mine. We laughed at the irony that Maa washed away someone's pink ink and that I am still trying to figure out who wrote that to me.

Of all the beautiful scribbles, one nameless message that remains etched in a black marker is, I believe, from a beautiful lady I intend to meet very soon. We got back in touch almost a week ago and I’m even more ecstatic to meet her now!

Ah, the power of a fabric softener filled memory.

By the time my days will come to the end , i would have lived a thousand daylights and a thousand nights . I would have loved someone, lost someone, hurt someone ,betrayed someone ,found someone or maybe just be a no one . But in all this time i could be anyone , but all that matters is could i be able to make the best of it for someone ! Because all that matters is what difference did you make in someone's life. And i say that because that's the only thing that matters , thats the only thing that remains , a memory in "the tide of time "