We all have phases in our lives post which we change and things are never the same again. I had a similar one about two years ago. That's when i stopped writing. I don't know why I did but I always blamed it on a certain guy, Parshav. I was in the process of rejecting him. Or probably in the processes of rejecting his rejection. I don't know.
He was a childhood best friend. Grown up together, almost family, I took up a liking for him. Maybe we were too young or maybe I was never good enough for him. It was hell. It probably was the first rejection of my life (with many more to come).
We went to the same high school and he began dating a girl who happened to be a good friend, Siddhi. Not wanting to be a cock block, I gave way. I started telling myself I hated him and eventually began believing in it. Over two years and after a lot of conditioning, Parshav remains nothing but a mere friend. Some one I know since the last 15 years of my life.
With this, returns my inspiration to write, again! Sadly, not poetry this time. But, in the form of a journal inspired by watching a rom-com television show featuring high school drama AWKWARD.
It may be archaic, but it's time pen and paper came back together, well not exactly but you get the point.
I have a 2 year catching up to do as my brain signals a battery low; after all it hasn't produced so many words in a long time.
He was a childhood best friend. Grown up together, almost family, I took up a liking for him. Maybe we were too young or maybe I was never good enough for him. It was hell. It probably was the first rejection of my life (with many more to come).
We went to the same high school and he began dating a girl who happened to be a good friend, Siddhi. Not wanting to be a cock block, I gave way. I started telling myself I hated him and eventually began believing in it. Over two years and after a lot of conditioning, Parshav remains nothing but a mere friend. Some one I know since the last 15 years of my life.
With this, returns my inspiration to write, again! Sadly, not poetry this time. But, in the form of a journal inspired by watching a rom-com television show featuring high school drama AWKWARD.
It may be archaic, but it's time pen and paper came back together, well not exactly but you get the point.
I have a 2 year catching up to do as my brain signals a battery low; after all it hasn't produced so many words in a long time.
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