Kiss Slowly.

There’s a lot this particular theme makes you think about. I couldn’t think about anything to focus on. In the end,I just went for it,you know,like you’d go in for a kiss.
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She. She is shrouded by the shadows, save for a dim light that throws into sharp relief her angular jawline. Where is she? What is that light?
  Is she in a garden at midnight,waiting for her lover by the light of the moon?
Is she on the porch after curfew,silently saying goodnight to that someone?
Is she on the balcony,sneaking in a few stolen moments?

In silence,she waits,a midnight blue shawl covering her shoulders. She pulls it tighter around herself,folding her arms against her chest to keep out the winter chill. Her eyes search,even as the night becomes darker.

She can hear the owls hoot. All she has to keep her company are the thoughts swirling around incessantly in her head.
The sound of car backfiring in the distance makes her jump.

Her face jerks upward,her long,chestnut hair whipping across it in the wind. She’s still waiting,her eyes shine with anticipation even as they betray a tinge of desperation.

Is it a long awaited meeting? A repressed desire slowly coming to the fore?
Or is it the last meeting of two people bound inextricably to each other?

The sound of footsteps betrays his presence.
She can hardly breathe,she closes her eyes, the maelstrom of emotions almost too much to bear.

They meet.

And when he picks her up and twirls her around, the sound of her spirited laughter is more melodious than anything ever heard because it rings with true happiness. He puts her back down on her feet and the shawl falls to the ground,unnoticed by either.
You know by now,reader,what comes next.

They kiss.

With passion and desire swirling in a vortex around them. Slow kisses,the kind that warms you up from the inside. The kind that you’d travel 3000 miles for. The kind shared by two people who care,truly.

They kiss.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

And it is perfect.

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Part 4 of the ‘ life is short’ series. ©Angrezikabutar

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Forgive.

The actual theme today is ‘Forgive quickly’ ,the reason it’s not the title is because that would be misleading. I don’t forgive quickly,and I have no intention of starting now.
If we were in Pride and Prejudice this is the moment Elizabeth Bennett’s Aunt would say-“Be careful my dear,that savours strongly of bitterness”

True as that may be,forgiveness is not a trait that comes easily to me. I don’t believe in saying it’s okay when it isn’t. Primarily because an apology slips through your lips so easily that I doubt you mean it. An apology is a way of making yourself feel better,because hey-at least you tried right?-You say ,to yourself to get rid of the uneasy bubbling pit of guilt building in your stomach.

Words have more power than you could ever dream of, and a simple attempt to make amends doesn’t change a thing.

They say you should forgive and forget for your own self,so that you don’t let it affect your temperament,your happiness,your moods. Sounds like an attempt at protecting the ego.
The ego is sensitive and susceptible to injury more easily than anyone of us would like to admit. And so we forgive,because they apologized right? They didn’t mean it-or at least they said they didn’t.

I can’t do it. Not without significant ranting and raving before I calm down enough to simply not care,at least for the time being.

Could you?

If someone cut your heart to shreds?
If someone told you they were indifferent to you and in the same breath paste your heart back together with honey?

Could you forgive them and truly mean it?     

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Part 3 of the ‘life is short’ series.©Angrezikabutar

Break the rules.

Rules are commonly accepted standards of behaviour from a society. They supposedly save us from a world of Anarchy and Chaos. I get that,I do. There has to be some boundary somewhere. The problem here lies in the fact that Rules don’t allow for emotional leeway. People who follow these diligently may often find themselves..stuck, shall we say? 

Rules do not allow Creativity.

Rules restrict Passion.

Rules,sometimes, make you reconsider that which you know to be right for you.

The Passion in me wants to break free.To do precisely what I want,simply because I can. And it’s true,you know? Rules are commonly accepted standards,not necessarily followed ones. I’m just thinking about how to put this subtly but then I realize,that’s an ingrained Rule by now..”Be Diplomatic.Don’t come on too strong.Show both sides of the story.”

Guess what? I don’t want to.

I want to be able to say exactly what I want. And here it is-I think that too many rules strangle you.I believe they breed ignorance.They condition us to want only that which they think acceptable. I believe in breaking free from the mould with the small everyday things.

Have Hot Pink shoelaces.

Dye your Hair green.

Proclaim your love for Pride and Prejudice in a room full of sports junkies.

Make Harry Potter references to those poor muggles who will never know the significance of ‘Always.’

Bunk an important class because there’s an amazing place where you get chocolate smoothies,about 5 minutes away from college.

Call that person at the back of your mind to tell them,they’re amazing,even if you’re just acquaintances.

Be odd. Be anything but Commonplace. Cut loose from those who bring you down,you don’t have to stay with them because they were your people once.

You know that amazing girl you see when you’re walking down the street? The one waltzing to her own tune in the middle of the path? The one who’s carrying a purple backpack worn down and hanging by threads? The one who gives you a big smile when she sees you staring,instead of the regular 3 seconds on eye contact?

I am that girl.The one who believes in breaking the everyday rules,in creating my own niche irrespective of what people think.in not apologizing for myself and my thoughts.

I am a girl who can breathe.

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part 2 of the Life is short series.©Angrezikabutar

Life is Short.

Life is art. It’s what we see,what we understand, what we do. And sometimes it’s what passes us by while we’re too busy to breathe. For some, life revolves around one passion,that one thing they truly love,the center of their universe,their reason for existence. For others,life is what you enjoy when you can take that rare day off and just BE.
An universal conclusion,however, is that life is too short. Too short for all the books you want to read,all the people you want to meet, all the places you want to see. Too short for falling in love and falling hard,too short to fall in love again. Too short to start over.
And then you realize,maybe you’re so busy focusing on the end that you’re forgetting something. That you’re on a journey that’s uniquely yours. An adventure that no one else could possibly have because no one else is exactly you.
And the sense of elation that comes with the understanding that you can,simply can-changes everything. So I guess what I’m trying to say is:Be happy with your life,because you have to live it,and no matter how short you may think it is,or was, it tells you who you are.

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Part 1 of the ‘life is short’ series. 20 min writing challenge ©Angrezikabutar

We lose ourselves in the things we love.

It’s too easy to get caught up in obnoxious,unwanted sob stories. Bored by the over-done drama of it all,Tired of searching for something that someone said must be there somewhere.
It’s time to focus on the small things,the little life-truths. The real  troubles in life are things you never thought of,the kind of thing that blindsides you on an idle Tuesday.
This week I plan to write about one thing everyday from the quote`Life is short’