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Love between stations

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  The 8:23 Churchgate local was always the same— a blur of elbows, earphones, and tired eyes. But that morning, something shifted in the hum of the train. Aditya boarded from Borivali, clutching his backpack like every other day. The metal floor trembled beneath his shoes, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and half-finished dreams. He found a spot near the door—his daily seat, though it was only space. At Andheri, she entered. Meera. Her dupatta brushed against his arm like a whisper of sea breeze sneaking into the compartments. She looked ordinary-hair tied loosely, earphones tangled like poetry in motion. But her eyes carried something different: the quiet kind of strength that comes from knowing Mumbai too well—its rush, its rain, its heartbreaks. Every day after that, it became a rhythm. Aditya at Borivali. Meera at Andheri. A shared journey till Dadar. Sometimes, their eyes met in the reflection of the window—two faces layered over the passing skyline. Sometim...
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15 years of almost...

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15 years back, we were young then, with laughter that filled our skies, no weight of the world, no need for disguise. We skipped through hours as if time would bend, and I believed our story had no end.   Do you recall the rain, when we both ran barefoot, your hair dripping wet, your eyes absolute? The world spun in chaos, yet you made it still, like silence obeying a higher will. Evenings blurred in cafés, with cups half-sipped, conversations so endless, and hours just slipped. The sparkle of festivals, celebrations aglow, but your smile was brighter than any I know.   We argued like children, then laughed till we cried, you softened my edges, I lost all my pride. In crowded corridors, your glance found mine, and in that moment everything else felt divine.   But life pulled us apart, with threads we couldn’t weave, what we wanted to hold, we had to leave. Years rolled like thunder, yet one truth stayed, that memories of you did never really fade.   I’ve held hands, ...
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Healing? No, am Just Redecorating...

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So I was just minding my business, doing normal human things like overthinking and pretending my pillow is fine while my head is on it… You often just ask how are you, so i would like to respond Work’s been… work. Colleagues are still chaotic. I’ve been going out more. Trying new things. Like, I went to skate last week, tried my hands on poetry, drawings. It’s funny, though… I keep catching myself wanting to tell you stuff. Like I’ll see something, laugh, and instinctively think, 'I gotta send this to her'. Still save unheard songs and posts , and mentally Forward Memes to You, BTW" And then I remember… That’s not an easy thing anymore. But hey, don’t worry—I’m not sitting around being sad or anything. I’ve just got, like… Everything’s fine, just kind of… buffering sometimes When in metro I see a couple laughing in that annoying way—like you and I used to during our college times and boom. There you were, in my head again, being all loud without sayin...
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अधूरी सी मुलाक़ातें...

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 कहते हैं, मुलाक़ात वो नहीं होती                                                                                                                                   जो वक़्त पर हो, जो तयशुदा घंटों में दस्तक दे, और चाय ठंडी हो जाने से पहले ख़त्म हो जाए।                                                                                         ...
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Turning the page...

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When twilight descends, and the world turns dim, I search for your face in the shadows within. The hours stretch like shadows, heavy on my soul, Each moment apart leaves an unfillable hole. In that silence of the night, I call your name,   Each echo carries whispers, a tender flame.   Though distance between us stretches like an endless sea,   My heart beats softly, forever bound to thee.   Stars above us shimmer, like dreams we share,   Yet the moon’s lonely glow can’t compare to your stare.   I trace the paths we walked, the laughter and the tears,   Each memory is a treasure, sweet balm for my fears.      I carry moments between us like a song in my heart, A melody sweet, though we're worlds apart. Each star in the night sky reflects your eyes, A promise of love that never says goodbye. In the corners of my heart and mind, still a longing resides,   A flame that flickers softly, where ...
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Ashes of the unspoken..

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When I hold onto your thoughts with glimmers of hope, with a craving to cradle my soul, they fill me with an impossible yearning for a love that isn’t mine. With all the insecurities acting up on me, Knowing am not the prettiest, smartest or the wittiest of thee the ashes of the unspoken, stay with me....   Down long and winding roads, when the wind gushes through your hairs, With repass of moods ,tan of the sun breaching your face, You look more beautiful, with expressive eyes. With unfolded maps, offline network, and our lives measured in miles, You gave me a chatter and an icy look,and in that moment I don’t fall but walk into love with you and the ashes of the unspoken ,stay with me...   We two didn't share a dance, nor romantic talks neither did we even swap hellos or parting goodbyes, with staring from a window faraway, chatting just on messages, the ashes of unspoken stay with me...   How can you see through me, when you neve...
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Fault in my stars...

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Our love is a pallette of light  with shades of darkness, and a bit of chaos amidst skies of stillness, when the night swears it's love to the stars,when I walk down the memory jars, i have a few unconditional confessions, that Am cursed with a fine limit of obsession. While you are f earless in your love,devoted to compassion Like holding a sea shell against ur ears and feeling the ocean Highest state of art and pious in all your intentions You wear the heart in ur sleeves,and hold my heart in addition Barely speak a word but I still hear voices banging through my intuitions For i love you for your innate self-beautiful,wild and complete U r a world of tender dents,hard things with soft spots which are discreet . It's a blessing u admire me as a whole , but sometimes I  could see my love bringing tears in your eyes and that breaks my heart  ,because i  could feel them drowning your soul....!! That the writer in me is really in love with thoughts of u ...
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