My To-Do List for 2022

Take yourself out on a date in an unknown city. ✅

Wild Garden Cafe - Amethyst

Eavesdropping

 This is the first time I am meeting someone. Actually, this is my first date ever. I've never been on a date before.

This girl sitting across from him was sheepishly smiling when she heard him. My eyes were glued onto my phone and I was anticipating my coffee; the minute I heard "date" I looked up from my phone and my eyes locked onto this guy for two seconds. My eyes widened. I took a good look at both of them. The girl sported baby bangs and wore a hooded pullover and track pants. The guy looked like he put on the first t-shirt he laid his eyes on, un-ironed. His hair was messy. Both looked like they were in their mid-twenties. When we entered the café and took the center seats, a guy wearing a bright red t-shirt walked in and took a two-seater table just horizontally opposite to us. A few minutes later a girl walked in and joined him. Since both our seats were in the center of the floor, our voices echoed. All the tables were occupied but nobody was really talking. It was unusually quiet.

An Eerie Incident

 

Maybe he passed by and took the staircase while I was lost in my own thoughts.

I usually reach college by 10:30 a.m. when it is buzzing with people, but today it was unusually quiet when I walked in at 9.27 a.m. I walked into the office, logged in for the day and came out and stood outside the lift. It was on the 8th floor. I might just take the stairs. No, let's wait. I just talked myself into taking the lift. As I was looking towards the entrance, two men walked in. I didn't notice the one on my left but did glance at the man walking towards me. It was a brief glance at his existence: he wore a white, long-sleeved T-shirt and probably blue pants, athletic build. I wanted to avoid making eye contact, so I looked away and didn't take note of his face. This is what my brain registered, attractive physique, without even observing him. He probably walked into the office, if not, then into HD Department. The lift was probably on 6th floor when that man walked in. I was now looking at the numbers. 5...4...3...2...1...0.

Just a Vivid Impression of a Rainy Day Inscribed With Figments of My Fantasies…

same week, different day

Wide-Eyed Wonder: Volume One

The first time I saw him, I noticed his remarkably beautiful eyes—

To Longing...

Some may call it science―say complex neurochemical effect―or even spell work. For a yearning resting inside you, making you restless. You may want to call it time travel? For the illusion of being suspended in time―here, now―yet secure where the mind allays. The mind traverses through details of everything it has longed for―a palimpsest of heartbreaks. Perhaps, even merging of time-sculpting wishfulness and emancipated emotions overshadowed with a touch of undying unrealism, artlessly calling it hope―what often is allegorical to the sun dissolving itself in the ocean every day.

With the persistence of my longing, I may call it desiderium.

If You Really Want Something…

 

work for it. (Saying this would be putting a dampener on someone's metaphysical belief.)

summon it. (so witchy!)

cry for it. (Like I did, as funny as it gets. Please don't.)

When I held this book in my hands, I wondered how something inanimate can teach me so many life lessons. There is a strong possibility I will cry every time I will hold this book. Forget Mr Darcy, this book alone makes me emotional...

Writing: A Telescopic Perspective

 The pen tempts me, so does the clacking of keys. I prefer the sound of the spacebar, almost an incomplete squeak. I find the enter key most annoying―just too loud to be a note.

26.04.2021

Two Things on My Mind: Volume 2

Sigh.