And here's the end to the perfect mess.

Sometimes, all you can do is stop your thoughts.
Block them, burn them and not let them get through your door.
It doesn't matter why or for whom but you just have to put on your brave mask and march on.
It could change everything or it could change nothing.
Honestly, If you have been bending backwards to save something, stop.

It will just complicate and add to the clutter. The worst part will be when.. you know it's not even going to count.That the truth was a completely different story, the one which you never could've imagined.
The truth will burst the bubble you were comfortably living in (without knowing of it's existence). Then throw you off a cliff and yes, a really high one. And when you hit the ground, you'll get shot at. Just to check if you're dead enough.
This post was a result of the fuckery happening since a few days and http://www.vibhasuvarna.blogspot.in/2012/10/how-much-exactly-is-too-much.html
Well, I think I've crossed the line of too much. It's time to stop running in and away and finally lay my head in the arms of acceptance. How romantic!

Why am I not dead already? 

Getting there.

Arambol, Goa. Where nothing existed except for chilled beer bottles and laughter. 

. 

To moving on- No. Memories. No Memories.

Reflections in the best mirror. 

Two books = two friends.

Devil's in the mailbox.

Incredible book. INCREDIBLE.

The sea of separation and reunions. 

When i shut off the lights, you're missing. 

Kauwa. Aur kya? :-P

Click photos, make memories and type on your worst days. Life will be fine. 

2.

Two years to this bittersweet love.

Two years ago on this day there was a reunion.

A reunion that would change everything, forever.

He was a part of my childhood that I vaguely remembered and of course he rarely crossed my mind until 4th august 2010. 

Not sure of whether it really was him, I took a risk. Good move? The best. :) 

Two years of talking endlessly about the most random things, food, music and ofcourse us. 

Even though things arent what they could've been, I'm happy that you existed. as a part of me. sometime.

All I want to say to you today is thank you thank you thank you thank you. 

Thank you for being so patient with me. 

for always suggesting that we should go and watch the sunset. 

for understanding the weirdest of my mood swings. 

for letting me be your lemon tart.

for making me so mad that i could've strangled you.

for being the only person I know who loves butterscotch.

for not being embarrassed of me. 

for being the imaginary father of my imaginary child (.....)

for always knowing which video will make me smile/cry/laugh/shock the hell out of me and linking me to it ONLY when it was appropriate. 

for hugging me like i meant the world. 

for all the wars. Yes! wars. (even the ongoing one)

for listening to even the crappiest of music suggestions i gave. 

for telling me that my hair smells nice. 

for asking me "where was I all these years?" when I did something good.

for making my world perfect. So perfect that no one could resist being jealous. 

for being my best distraction. 

We may be on a parallel level as of now but...

H, 

You still are my vapour trail in a deep blue sky. 

Once insecurity hits anyone in a relationship, the boat has started sinking.
It will make you do and say crazy things. Do things that you wouldn't dream of doing.
Anything to come back to the shore and lie on the warm sand.
However it wont happen. Everything will sink.

(In a different context)
This song! Thank you Haruki Murakami for stirring my emotions and still keeping me sane with your writing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lY5i4-rWh44

Some men are not born to blend into the crowd. They are to stand out and decide what the crowd is supposed to look like.
-ME ME ME.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJovqpbjpao

Someone love me, but not today,
Will you show me? Show me a way, how to love
Got me.