A long day multiplied by no sleep at 2 AM equals the product below...

It was nearly two in the afternoon. I was getting paranoid. I didn’t know what would happen when I’d see you. I just wanted this meeting to be over as soon as possible. After this, indeed would come my freedom.

I was seated on my own at a table in the corner when I saw you. You had your back towards me and I did not dare touch you. But nevertheless I kept looking at you wondering what you had in store for me today.

When finally I turned you towards me I was shocked. You looked a lot more different than what I had expected. You were much taller than what I was told and not at all what I was hoping for. Immediately I knew that this wasn’t going to be a good time.

You couldn’t talk to me and I didn’t feel like telling you anything. Still, you wanted me to answer your questions- the answers to which I had not. That’s because you asked me to explain certain things that I had never thought would be relevant for this day. Why did you do this? I was so prepared to tell you all that I thought but you never gave me a chance. You really were different. If only I would have been informed.

You weren’t fair even one bit. Surely this meeting couldn’t have been any worse? I sat there for one and a half hour trying hard to figure you out and I think you clearly enjoyed seeing me in this frustrated state, for every question that you asked, was progressively worse than the previous. To top it up, you knew that I wasn’t in a position to do much to you. It was like you had the upper hand and I did not like this tone of yours at all.

Indeed, I was glad when our time was up. But my freedom did not bring me the joy to the extent that I was hoping for. I wanted this to end in a nice way; amicably if you like. But seems like you didn’t want this to happen to me either. It’s over now and I try not to think about it; but whenever I do, I still think you let me down…I think you really did.

PS: For those of you who are getting worried for me, STOP. I am not undergoing any emotional saga in my life (Thank God for that!). All I’m doing is complaining about an exam I had recently, with an exaggerated expression instead of: ‘Ok this exam was hard!’ If that feels dodgy, go back and read it again: this time with an exam in mind! :)

I like

I like humour that doesn’t need to be retold, to make u laugh...only recalling it is enough to get u into fits

I like intelligence which is not screaming to make you notice...its silence however speaks volumes

I like appreciation that does not have to be decked up with words...but when said while looking in the eye means a lot

I like company that may not necessarily be by my side all the time...but its presence makes up for all the times of its absence

I like conversations that do not have to be lengthy, to get you interested...but are fun and honest to be worthwhile remembering

I like fun that doesn’t have to be planned in advance, to be counting down to...but is spontaneous enough to enjoy every moment

I like arguments that aren't impulsive or full of taunts, but where…with all due respect, both sides allow trains of thoughts to be built

I like responses that do not have to be chased to be received, but…are received as soon as the question is raised

I like... a lot more things…but to end on a lighter note

I like sleep that doesn’t need tosses n turns for its arrival…simply placing the head on the cold pillow sends u off to dreamland

PS: I’m going there rite now!:)

Colours ...in Gaza

As much as colours have a cheer and excitement essence,

The people of Gaza perceive them with an utter difference.

The scene in Gaza is one that sees a mixture of colours,

While they rightfully claim 'The land that you so barbarically snatch is ours!'

If red represents affection and love,

In Gaza, it is the blood of a close one, who has now gone above.

If green represents the beauty of nature,

In Gaza, it is the liberty hidden in the country's flag, which Gaza asks for from its snatcher.

If black represents courage and confidence,

In Gaza, it is the smoky atmosphere and the sooty winds which too have reached peaks of tolerance.

If blue represents eternal water bodies and peaceful skies,

In Gaza, it is sensed as feelings of lows, as news are received when a relative dies.

If purple represents grandeur and royalty,

In Gaza, it is just a consequence of a bombing that has left bruises which will not erase even with difficulty.

If white represents peace and tranquility,

In Gaza, it is the fear observed on the faces of the innocent children, wondering when good times will be in their visibility.

If yellow represents illuminating light and vibrance,

In Gaza, it is light that scares, raises the fear of being attacked, a most likely chance.

It is utmost inhumane to receive definitions of colours in this sense,

Then why does Gaza have sufferings to such immense?

It is important for the whole world to comprehend,

We need to help restore the true colours for the people of this land.