how much

the god of small things: how much one should be loved

the unbearable lightness of being: how much of reciprocity

story: how much do you love someone, if you still do

i say, it goes like this:

do you know how much one should be loved? if yes, do you know how much do you want that person to love you back? if yes, do you still love that someone who loves you with that amount of loving back? if yes, how much?

how much more

i say, how much left in the end

because pain is the part of the whole thing

why doesn't it make you say, i won't do it again?

WRITE DOWN WHAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOUR MIND BEGINS TO DISBELIEVE IT

more like: write down what you feel before your mind begins to disbelieve it.

when your mind disbelieves it it starts to collapse

and now i do not know what i wanted to write anymore

small things

the only person i want to show my words so badly to

always misunderstands what they mean

or even

does not understand what they mean at all

i read a book that is so beautiful i do not care if everyone else is thinking otherwise

it has the word god in its title

and when i read the part about the love of an ex-wife and an ex-husband

my heart shatters

it says,

in the year she knew him, before they were married, she discovered a little magic in herself, and for a while felt like a blithe genie released from her lamp. she was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for chacko was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself.

morning

i think

loving a person means loving a wrong person

if it's right it shouldn't be called love

love is too wrong an emotion, too unfair a concept

the timing is never right, and you, who always start half-baked…

don't glitter your surface with yeast…

love is a land deprived of water, too dry a land to invest your feelings on

don't glitter your surface with yeast...

just close yourself and let it die

let it die

i miss you but i guess it's never right

it might not be the right time

i might not be the right one