The nostalgic insomniac

Have you ever heard about Noah's snail?  'Noah's snail made it to the ark too.' It's a common expression. It means more than what it states. The snail perceived and reached the ark on time, though later than others but he did succeed all right.  He saw others get ahead of him however he did not lose hope. He took his own sweet time and felt contented once he reached the ark.     Gabriel's mother always called her a Noah's snail. She always made her believe she was hard working even if she wasn't smart and that felt just right. It felt just enough. Gabriel gave her all when it came to her career, her family and  "relationships".     Ah, relationship. The enduring task for a philophobic (one who fears forming an emotional attachment). It's always a sinking ship for them . Well, the idea of opening yourself up to someone else, letting them see the crude pieces of you, the broken bones is just too much of a task.  ...

The ancient truth withstands: Selfish people cannot muddle through the thought of existence of other selfish beings. In order to live peacefully, a selfish person needs a selfless person. Sounds insane, doesn't it? This world works in a weird way. Though it has a monotonous moment, it sure doesn't make the world flat as a pancake. They don't say ' opposites attract '   just for the magnetic effect but maybe just maybe it had a deeper , more significant meaning like the universe was talking about selfish people. "Profound" , I know.  But the moment I realized my swollen eyes had taken control over my legs and I decided to pause and take it all in before it all blacks out , Everyone around , the children whose parents were holding their hands everywhere they went (No reason to be jealous) , the couples who couldn't keep their hands off each other, the single rider who could've easily been confused as a pedophile ( well, for...

When I was eight , my parents took me to a theme park . That morning I woke up feeling giddy in my stomach because I was excited but I didn't know what to expect. This one quote I came across years after what had happened ; 'The expected is what keeps us steady. It's the unexpected that changes our lives forever.' - Grey's anatomy. The first time I read this, that blurred memory of the theme park and what I had attempted to do struck me in the gut.  A night before we went to the park, my dad had mentioned all the rides that we were going to experience and he tried to make it as scary as possible to boost my excitement. But even as a kid , I wasn't scared of the roller coaster.  Then finally , the day came. All that excitement faded away when they measured me. I was a child. Not by age, because that's apparently not important. But my height. I was so mad because my parents left me alone (My version of 'alone' ignores the o...

Walked alone through a crowded street. He was the one who danced to his own beat.  He never really needed music to define how he was feeling But there came a day where nothing seemed appealing Except for a lady who had her hair down  Pretty eyes. Who dressed in an elegant gown.   He wasn't ordinary himself but walked past her like he didn't exist . He was scared of the impression he'd put up. "She wouldn't like you" his mind would insist.  But courageous enough, he worked his charm  To his surprise, his heart remained unharmed.  He thought he was blessed to have found the appropriate woman He finally felt something. Something insane. Something human.  Curiosity inside him wanted to know more about her  But as he learnt everything else went blur He had to realize she was a closed book  Sparkle in her eyes vanished with every look.  He was pretty much scared of where things were heading  He no...

Paradoxical as this might sound,  You lose yourself and let yourself off the ground.  But no matter how grounded you try to be , "you" are nowhere to be found.  Imagine a big box.  When you're in it time stops. No clocks.  There's a world for you to create.  You can skate, slate, mate.  In your hands is your own fate.  One day a wanderer finds the box.  Cold winter. He wore a pair of black socks.  Tired of everything , he wanted to rest.  Where else could he find comfort than the big box itself.  He gave up on reality for this dreamy world.  For days inside his "new home" he twirled and curled.  The thought of going back out to face the world, he blocked.  Fear of catching up with reality kept him locked.   Sooner or later he had to wake up and realize it was a BIG BOX paradox. Inside it, he thought out of the box.  He was a lost wanderer who wanted to be found....