Appreciative Words Can Be So Shallow When They Describe About Our Appearances Or Intelligences. But God

Appreciative words can be so shallow when they describe about our appearances or intelligences. But god help me! The appeal held by the simple words when someone expresses they are glad you exist. Or when they call you kind. Or when they seek support in you. Or they calling you in times of needs. The explicit explanation of your character over your looks often hits home. In a good way.

It is not always possible to hold the same throne in someone's life, where you make them sit. That doesn't reduce the worth of you but there is a more beautiful throne waiting, where the owner awaits your arrival and shall cherish you like they do to a king. The subordinate throne, where you deserved better, is only a reminder to not settle with what looks good right now, but won't in the long run.

We have always wondered what will save us from death. We rarely wonder what will save us from life.

It is pretty lucky of us to find people with whom we can confess all rights and wrongs of our heart, and not be scared about being judged or hated. To not worry if our confessions could change their perception of us. To be assured they'd read what our inner selves wrote at that time. To pour out everything and not curse ourselves for creating a mess.

I am baffled by the uncertainty of the next moment. It wouldn't be a big deal if right now I am sitting in a comfortable blanket, all warm and happy and the next moment, the world comes crashing down upon me. In the worst way possible.

I might be enjoying my most favourite song on the radio, and the next moment my heart may give up. In a literal way.

I might be thanking God, at this particular moment, of all I have, and the next moment I receive a call of a loved one gone.

I might be walking down the meadow breathing fresh air, and next moment my leg may slip, breaking me(and my leg) in the worst way possible.

I might be eating my favourite food right now, and the next moment, I may choke to death, when some particle constricts my trachea.

Such uncertainty in life and still I have such big plans, and continue to make some everyday. This uncertainty clouds my mind in the worst way possible. And probably this was the reason of Antonio's melancholy as well as mine.

I love being trusted as a secret keeper. Like come dear, shed all your secrets in me, and I am so good at it, that I shall forget that myself or atleast pretend to forget for the sake of your security. I shall not talk about it again, even to you, so your forget you even shared it with me. And I shall go down in my grave, proud that I kept my words of keeping it a secret.