It Is Pretty Lucky Of Us To Find People With Whom We Can Confess All Rights And Wrongs Of Our Heart,

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 wish life and love were about rushed, exciting and exhilarating feelings. But these feelings are just stormy breezes to shake us from within, no considerable output obtained. But then, at some appropriate time, we find peace in someone. Someone who'd understand us, no grand gestures, no moons and stars, just calm and peace.

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

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.

If your tomorrow starts without me, know that the last conversation we had ended on the best note. Harbour no guilts or ill feelings if you couldn't address me the way I deserved. Know that your importance didn't lie in the superficial expressions, talks or exchanges between us, but deep within my heart, that always made me love myself a little more for bringing you in my life.

If you feel sad about my absence, know that your presence for that one moment made more sense than my absence for eternity. If I included you in my heart, you'd always own a special place, even if the heart dies. There, in every fleeting moment, my absence shall caress you even if my presence couldn't.

I would love to know you miss me, but do not hold on the memories so hard that they bruise your palm. Your hurt shall pain even my dead body.

Instead, remember me once in a while, smile as huge as you do today beside me. Your smile shall make me immortal. Even if we are realms apart, I shall still hide behind your softest smiles.

"If I were dead tomorrow.."

On the contrary, I can't hide things about me, in me. I have to have someone to share it all. Be it a person, or papers. I trust papers to not leak or tell my secrets to anybody, and I try to trust people to do the same. Time tells me who succeeds, but it is beautiful to bare myself all before someone and not be worried that I caused a mess. Like even if it all spilled, like pages, they would collect it all and keep it the deepest drawers of the library, situated in their hearts.