A curious cat!

Part-I  Ananya and Kinshuk were sitting on the ground with folded legs, pulling up the grass, looking at the sky, day dreaming, looking at each other, smiling.. Sometimes, silence mesmerizes you, for memories captivate your thoughts.. And, Kinshuk said.. "Anu, you know, that was the place where I saw you for the first time, the coffee shop.." "Yeah, and I also remember the conversation we had, word-by-word.. It was hilarious.. The first thing that I had noticed about you was your sense of humor" "I know! I know! All girls are mad about my sense of humor! Nothing new!" "Shut up!" "Hey Anu! I can have a bet that you've no clue about the first thing that I had noticed about you! " "Oh..Really! What was it? Lemme guess! Must be my simplicity!" "Well, I admire your simplicity..I feel that its something that defines you..But that's not the right answer to my question.." "What was it K

Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high. I've been burned already, and yet here I am again. Even a pain in the ass needs someone to care about them I'm anything but fine. I have fallen for someone who's so emotionally shut down; I will only get hurt- deep down I know this- someone who by his own admission is completely scarred up. In this quiet moment, as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think I'm in the eye of the storm. And in spite of all he's said and what he hasn't said, I don't think I have ever been so happy. But now I feel like a receptacle -- an empty vessel to be filled at his whim. If that wasn’t a declaration of love, I don't know what is. The words continue to tumble out of me like an overflowing river drum. .   But His words make sense. He's not the man for me. This is wh

Since the inception of mankind, love has been the roots of all kinds of emotions. How can love not be a crime?  Look at the examples that we have grown up with. Romeo and Juliet, Radha-Krishna, Laila Majnu, Devdas and Parvati, Rick Blaine and Ilsa Lund, Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan. Love is sinful.  It is a lifetime imprisonment of broken promises and unfulfilled aching. Love churns the soul inside out and it wears out the hope and craving of fulfillment. Falling in love is excruciatingly simple. But nobody warns us what happens after that. How do you go through with the drama and continue basking in it till forever comes? Maybe it’s supposed to hurt so much and shatter every iota of resilience withering away with dignified glory in you.          It is each of the cardinal sin that has been known to us. Your body craves the lust enclosed in the body of your dearest. Gluttony seeps through the eyes of the lover demanding to drown in the ocean of his beloved’s soul. Every minute t