Her.

She laughed at my joke,

Loudly,

Her mouth wide open,

Crinkles formed by her eyes

And if someone could look away from that masterpiece

And look at my face instead,

They’d know what love looked like.

I smiled softly,

– her laughter

That sound made sense to me when nothing else did.

The first time I met her,

my eyes locked into hers

Her eyes held the sunset

She smiled and asked me my name

why was my heart beating so fast?

everything I thought I knew ,

I didn’t anymore.

I think my life was in the Stranger Things Universe

Because it was upside down.

And suddenly,

All my happiness seemed to radiate from her presence

all I wanted

Was to talk to her

Sing with her

Take stupid poloroids with her

I wanted her to hold my hand,

Stroke my hair

I craved the taste of her soft lips against mine

But I knew

Every part of me knew this was wrong

I should not feel this way

it’s not normal!

the world shouted.

And I tried to stop myself from feeling anything at all,

But God,

Everytime I heard her voice

Everytime I felt her skin brush against mine

That look she had when she got excited

The way she moved her hands through her long hair-

With every little thing she did

She made the ordinary , extra in my mind.

I’d never felt this way

It was new

this is wrong! it’s not love

Everybody seemed to say

Yet the butterflies in my belly told me something else.

if this wasn’t love,

well then I didn’t want love

I wanted her.

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About 14.04.2016

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This is super cute, ah.
‘Vishu’. Its a cultural festival in India celebrated mainly by Keralites. It signifies the beginning of a new year. Bursting crackers, getting ‘vishukaineetam’- basically money from elders and so on.
So much fun.
In my 18 years I’ve never burst crackers or had any authentic vishu celebrations because I was in an Arab country.
But this year,2016, marked a new year for me.
I burst crackers for nearly 2 hours. Various kinds of them infact. Such a lovely day of laughter and joy. The greatest moment though, was when the person who taught us all the meaning of vishu and most importantly,  how to correctly light up crackers, persuaded by all of us, lit a cracker for herself after a really really long time. It really makes you wonder doesn’t it?
Somethings don’t change. Crackers made her happy then, they make her happy now.
Maybe traditions aren’t such a bad thing after all, is it?

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