From The Quill

It's when... what people say about you, what they think of your actions, reactions, emotions and beliefs, what they feel are your bads...doesn't affect you anymore. That is when you achieve Freedom in a true sense! ~ Suranya

What had made her fall for him turned out to be his biggest weakness. With time, she realised, perhaps He was her salvation, her realisation, Perhaps Truth in the disguise of Practicality. Perhaps God's way of telling her not every love is that love! And she realised, he was her MISTAKE. Just the way he always said she was his. ~ Suranya

A Fighter. A Believer of Forever. A wounded soul behind all the laughter She played with words  Defined emotions. Endless Dreams. Listener of the heart. She was everything you never saw through her veil of happiness. ~ Suranya

 A Journey To Discover Life She loves to travel. Feel new places. Taste the History. To explore the world? No. To Discover Herself. ~ Suranya

What is Death? It's the destination of life. Live righteous and reach in peace Live in wrongdoing and suffer to reach. ~ Suranya

 "The thing with kind hearted people is they tolerate more than they should from people. Then they are often called weak and dependable. While the truth is, they are the strongest people you can come across, who despite all the darkness aroun them, still believe in goodness of people. < They still believe that everyone around them will be as nice to them as they are to others. They give you hope and faith, even if they lose theirs. And they will never hold on if if you walk away because they understand their need in your life is over." © Suranya

Some stories began with "I Love You." While some ended with it. ~ Suranya

Intezaar Mein Tere... Ghariyaan kamm nahi. Thoda yaad hume bhi kar lo. Hum bhi Haseen kamm nahi. ~ Suranya

  Har Dua Mein Tera Naam Ho, Har Subah Tujhse Roshan Ho. Har Shaam Tera Intezaar Rahe Har Din Tujhse Abaad Ho. Har Ehsaas Mein Basa, Mere Dil Mein, Tu Hi Ho Bas. ~ Suranya

 I sat with my pen and paper, thoughts shrouding my mind I stared at the blank page, putting it aside. I started typing in the .doc, backspaces speaking more than me While I carefully chose my words, restricting my emotions from you. Ranting through the sleepless nights, insomniac and restless, My heart spoke a thousand feelings my words couldn't express. I opened the page and stared at your name with longing. My finger lingered on it before I smiled knowing, What exactly I needed to do! Speaking my words, unsaid, in silence was always my thing. I sent you the email and smiled pleased. You received it with a frown perhaps, A blank mail was all you would see. No words from a writer were unexpected, She who wrote pages of thoughts lost her words? Then I know you would smile at it, intrigued by the mystery Knowing who I am from the soul. There was something more to it, waiting to unfold. That was when I knew I found a soulmate in you, For you discovered what others did not see. Words ...

 Love and Death are more alike than you know. Why? Perhaps because both attract men in an eerily similar way. Man is curious about both and knows of none. Maybe he never will. You see, we happen to believe what others say. Refer to books and celluloid for their emotions, music and poetry to muse on both in thousands of metaphors and millions of stories. But what if love isn't all that? What if the afterlife is different? What if what we have learnt of both is just how we put it in our imagination? Has anyone who experienced death ever told us of it? Can anyone experience love the same way as another? What if all your life you chase these attractions and never find an answer? Funny, how Love is exactly like Death. Yet people want the one which they rarely find and fear the other, they will inevitably reach. © Suranya

 I know not what falling in love means. Don't get me wrong, I have been in love! (More times than I had hoped to.) But I have only seen this in movies Or read them in love stories;  That one heart skipping moment,  A conversation or gesture  That makes someone "Fall in love". The experience is alien to me  For I don't intend to fall   Into whatever love is. I am not impressed by stares, Or a flattering gesture.  Nuances of emotions are subtle. They come not with force for me.  Love to me is made of  Little boring everyday things  A song you share, an inside joke  A sunset or silence. The defining moment of  Falling in love never occurred to me. No rose petals or dances Could sway my heart  More than honesty does. Hence, I don't intend to fall in love. For such a love is fleeting and magical  Momentary and meant for novels. I want to be in love, Live it every day. The kind where you look at someone  Going through ...

 "Some of us believe in miracles: 11:11 or wishing upon a star. Some of us believe in fate; that we are here with a predefined story. We are mere mortals who can't change it. Then there are some of us who believe in both. We believe in healing broken hearts and igniting hope in those who lost faith in love. We believe all the love they once promised someone comes back to them some day. We believe in promising them that some day they will eventually find what they are looking for. A home. A place to rest their wandering souls. We pray that what we told them is true. And in all of that, which < people often call selfless deeds or positivity, we have our own hopes. Our own deep selfish intentions. The hope that all we ever dreamt of, wished for, and hoped for, once, to be a part of our story, will eventually come back to us, in some form or the other, through people. We may not have our own stories exactly like the way we plan, but we can always live our dreams, through others...

"Expectations hurt," she read. "It's wrong to expect," she agreed. " I didn't expect this from you." She cried. Some lessons are taught by love, not Books ~ Suranya

Time has travelled for centuries, with heroes and heroines, who withered away as dry leaves. Like sand, they slip away in the darkness of the past, forgotten. Remains hidden in names and wars. Perhaps monuments. But fortunate are those who remain immortal as humans, of flesh and blood. Because they peeped through the jharokha of time and managed to write a Memoir of Emotions. ~Suranya