Sahanawrites06

In the stillness of night, where dreams and painful memories blend, I am haunted by the memory of your love that never existed. I am not who I dreamt to be, I am someone whom you wanted me to be. I changed myself so much, just to make you happy. But you were that fog, who blurred my brightest day, And also a cloud of darkness that suffocated my space. Between the stars and endless sea, I sit with memories of your Love that never was and never is! I kept cleaning myself with the dirty water, You accused my eyes for seeing the dirt, And cursed my face for the insanity. In your twisted game, you conveniently forgot, It was your hand that gave me this water.   Yet in my dreams, you still appear, Just to remind me how disgusting you were! I wake up hugging my tears filled with silent screams, Thinking someday, somehow, I might heal, And once again, learn how to smile. These itching scars of betrayal are beyond control. Your whispers of doubt still block me from living a happy life. With...

1.The Indrani Mukerjea Story - Buried Truth. This documentary revolves around the INX Media couple Peter Mukerjea and Indrani and Sheena Bora. Indrani says Sheena Bora as her sister but later turns out as a daughter. It is a complicated case involving family drama, where the accused claims to be the victim and it also looks like an image rebranding stunt. Nobody shown in this documentary is genuine and seems like they are mixing their hate with the truth. The buried truth is buried forever and whitewash continues. 2.Indian Predator - The Diary of a Serial Killer. Serial Killer interviewed from the jail, walks with a smiling face and no embarrassment, there's zero regret for what he has done. This sick guy killed people, boiled brains and ate to get their intelligence!! Buried two skulls after painting them near his house. Later, a Diary was found and police claim that the people mentioned in the diary are killed while few of them are still alive. There are few loopholes as this too...

  We might have not crossed lakes and hills to attend schools but surely we have learnt more, and experiencing what schools and colleges didn't teach.  From laughing at the serious situations, to losing your shit every now and then; From feeling terribly awful and heavy, to still choosing to be calm around parents; From the Thoughts of running away from the world to facing every idiotic people around; The want of being treated rightly, to no room for disagreements; From the urge of snapping at people, to regret the same later; From crying for the toys in the middle of the streets, to faking the smile to the end of road. We have badly lost ourselves!! The most disgusting quote we get to hear is, 'Victory is for those who wait'.  But it sucks when your success needs you to wait, even after doing all the freaking hardwork.  It is upsetting to accept that our fate for opportunities, success depends on someone's vision of clarity and odd experiment. From the urge of provi...

(Disclaimer - I hold imaginary PhD in imagining impossible stuff. Since the below content is far from reality, don't jump to any conclusions. I Chose to post this kind of content to retrieve myself from being tagged as an over matured pathetic soul) To, The guy who doesn't even know my existence.  (he knows or maybe he thinks my account is fake) From, One in a million🤐, but to be precise, I'm the one among your thousands of audience Admiring you from socially awkward distance, I don't have the guts to admit, you don't have patience to know. This is the case of odd trilogy where you, me and destiny have different versions to talk about.  I'm amused by the recent changesssssssssssssss!!  ('Pretending not to care is my thing, just letting you know) But why are you hunting me with the hints mann?? Listen, be my cyanide, I will be your Jolly, let's cook hot water and end up in the jail, uhhh😂! Well I know Your answer.... And I also know you are deaf and du...

  How does the moon feel when you prioritize the falling star? How do stars feel when you are lost in the glance of the moon? Wait, we should ask the dark sky how it feels to be unnoticed amidst the stars and moon. Human - Hey dark sky, have you ever felt ignored? Sky – Yeah, long back but not anymore! Human – Do you feel lost when the moon and stars are around? Sky – I know my limits and am aware about my standings while they are around. It doesn’t bother me much now, because I’ve got Sun. Human - But he is not around you all the time! Sky - I am happy with what I have, I can still live happily with memories until he comes back. Human – He never stayed on your sad rainy days, and he never will!! Sky – But he rectifies my mistakes, tolerates my tantrums, corrects the damages I have made, and helps me shine all the way. I might have dreamt a different life but now I prefer reality. You know what, I used to think the same, but the conversation with the moon changed my thoughts ...

 The loss of the team which I support, inspired me to take up this topic. I know it's ominous to choose the topic ‘Losing’ when I have just started writing, but nothing changes when you are already the one!  I didn't watch it because of the shift timings and my dearest QA💀. But I've been on this losing side more times than I can count. Does it hurt to be on a losing side when you are already a loser, No - Never! (I lied) Well, getting back to the topic- In our 20s, losing has become routine, we are the shining examples of losing consistently.  Losing is normal, we born losers make other losers feel better. No matter how hard we try, we still end up being the audience to others' victory. We lose ourselves while trying to win people, we become people pleasers more often. But please don't let your character lose during this process of winning. We are maintaining highest streaks for losing in life than in Snapchat, we should be proud of winning in this losing competit...

  (Wrote this as backup for coming days but couldn't resist from posting it, please let me know your thoughts on my writing) An old school and Gen-z lost in their own world One grew up swiping screens, the other played in fields Hand in hand is lame, digital dance is cringe Will there be delight in differences? One writes letters, the other responds in emojis  And attention paid only to pixels and screens While Flowers are just showpiece, Rose is a formality But commenting on post considered as love! Blending one life one love with trial and error? One looks for the solution, other deletes the root of the problem Creating trends to fearing about the next deletion. One exaggerates other tolerates, Slowly differences ending the spark. Living with clarity yet wait for hints, Going with flow still scrolls and swipes. Can they dance together? But with which playlist? Social media interaction is more but conversation is dead, Not each others type, but surviving is their answer at th...