The diary of... Jane!

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"It was always the same recurring sensation that brought her back to life. Come to think of it, her emotions were beyond the transience of normal as we put it. Normal, so to say, that we could not comprehend their relationship in broader terms.

They, who?

He and her.

He, who caused the pain, who was responsible for the soul-stirring affliction that she bears on her mind all day long. It was difficult to put together what they shared, in words. But then relationships are not to be explained anyway. 

But what I could explain, as a mere observer strictly, was the flaming passion that they shared, how their love was often engulfed by their intimate desire. How she'd go back to him, after those few spasmodic moments of separation. For me, personally, they seemed like two strangers, distant, cold, and entwined together. What held them thus, was unfathomable. I passed it off as lust. Simply done. Simply. Done. 

As I sifted through my daily routine, I was often lost in grasping the emotions often beguiled by the distant eyes. I, personally, without one to count among loved ones, was often left in a need for a romance, which transcends time, and comes with its share of forever-ness. 

Until.

The strangest of incidents often shake us up from the insides. Our thoughts and perceptions go for a toss, and the world seems a strange, unbelievable place, where anything could be possible. 

So, it was a normal day, college et al, when I found the book. What seemed like a lost notepad was indeed lost, but it was her diary. Already perplexed at someone like her penning down her emotions, I threw the ethical code out of the window, and let my eyes go astray...

Distant dreams, far extreme.

Like the blazing window,

That you and I stay away from.

That love, that out-rivals,

The imposed perceptions.

For it is no one, but you,

Who draws me to you, thus?

For it is no one, but you,

Who hath the power to crush my soul?

And scatter the pieces. 

But it is you, only,

Who shall never exalt to such heights, of pain.

For when I cry, 

it is not in sufferance

of a bonded spirit,

but it is with naked longing.

It is with love, 

that none, but our hearts harbour.

And as we converse in dreams,

and touch, skin to skin, 

my deadened soul sees an awakening.

For it is no one but you,

who saw the prettiness in my eyes,

and the gleam in those sundered smiles.

Arresting dreams of sauntering kisses,

with the touch reminding,

of the ever-lasting love.

Your presence, like an eerie-forever,

that rested, oblivious of its need.

For it is no one but you,

that I now love.  

And a few more pages, of crazy snippets called love.

Oh, the gorgeous subsistence, 

laying ground in my thoughts,

where does the love come from?

Oh, where?

And then..

Today has indeed been a complex melange of emotions. You were slightly upset, at the ambiguity that people show to me, and that I trust, oh so without the slightest doubt. You were upset, and you ceased to continue the conversation. I left, slightly perplexed at your abrading ideas. But later, I died. In my arms, late at night, as the love and the care, hit me at once. I feel like a child, innocent, and small. Cradle me in your arms, will you?

A part of me felt small, narrow and was slowly shriveling with a deep sense of pain. I left the book, where she was most likely to find it. Like they say, love must be guarded. 

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No, as you guys would have figured it out by now, this isn't written by me, I wish I was *this* smart to play with words. This is written by THE BIRTHDAY GIRL, Meher,  who among people all I know is one of the best to play with words beautifully, and this post shows HOW! Also, as she forced me, bribed me, and all of that, I do have to say some shit, my traditional shit.

*She is super awesome when it comes to drunk calls. She can totally rip off anyone when she is drunk, and she is on a call. The entire drunk context? That makes up for an entire post, I guess. "You know Arjit, I am Mother Teresa. Or, wait, I am Brutus from Caesar. You know him, right?" "No, I don't, er?" "You are such a drunk loser!"

*No matter what, her belief, her faith in love has never been disturbed -- even when she is sad, "I know, he loves me, we will be together!" is such an inspiration to hear, no matter what.

*The way she used to force me to listen to her retarded jokes on chats. "Hey, hey, I have got another joke. Sunoge?" "Nahin." "Theek hai suno."


*The way, she tells me to give up my "stud" avatar, and be normal for a change -- ha, give me a break, seriously?

There are so, so many small, little things I can write about her, here but guess, I am running out of time, and I am already being pinged, to boast fake stuff about her. *dumbgirlalert*

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And just to finish it with a cherry on top, these are the things I like about her: 
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Go, have fun on your birthday, fellow-sexy-voice-owner. And keep writing, brilliant, brilliant stuff.

This is all for now. Go follow her on twitter, now -- because she is awesome, and she is worth it. 

And as, Kanika ends her posts, "Bahot saara pyaar!" -- not literally.