Thankful for the beautiful changing colors of the fall Red and orange leaves form a soft carpet path to walk. Thankful for the warmth of the loved ones Gathering together by the warm fire for long chats. Thankful for the food and wine Baked potatoes, stuffed turkey, and pumpkin pies. Wish you all a happy thanksgiving Overflowing with happiness, peace, and love.
Meeting people, answering phone calls, answering video calls, replying back to messages and mails, living up to people’s expectations, interacting with people in a community, making small talk with strangers, contributing ideas in team meetings, engaging in group conversations, presenting presentations, dinner parties with large groups, listening to incessant loud chatter, being active on social networking sites and wondering why all this isn’t easy is a pressure that some of us, introverts, always have to deal with.
It perched on my windowsill Looking for a tidbit; A place to rest its weary self, Eyeing the view.
I drew close, in awe of its silhouette Deep, black lined eyes, Rotund, fragile, and beautiful.
But the sight of me made it retreat Farther and farther on the tiny rim. Until it could no longer stand And away it flew; So quick, so sudden, so soon.
– Madhumita Paul
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Dreaming of low tides, Long nights under the moonlight Sitting around logs set on fire Upon white sand and Mountains looming under dark skies.
Sea breeze muffles our voices As we share stories Holding mugs of warmth In our mitten covered hands There’s always so much to say, To listen, To laugh, With friends around There’s no track of time. Soon. Those days will come soon.
She asked me to write a story about her one-sided love.
It was all just alive in her mind.
She had created scenes that had never happened. She imagined the words that he had never said.
She lived in a world of dreams.
She thought he was her prince.
Silly girl, what was she thinking, he only spoke to her once and she gave away her heart so easily.
While, he had forgotten about her and went on with living his life, the girl continued thinking about him and hoping that he would call.
Now, many years have passed.
In a random conversation, she tells me.. that she is still in love with him and that she knows where he lives. But she dare not make an effort to reach out for him because she has a family to care about.
She only has one burning desire.. and that is to get on her best friend’s nerves and waste her time by giggling and talking about the stories from her past.