My Waiting Woes

I’ve been standing for the past two hours. Why? Well, because I’m 20 and haven’t had my passport renewed since I left my blissful life as a minor. Now I know why sloth is a sin and people yes, you do get punished for this sin.

And during this tiring wait, I’ve come to realise, amidst countless sighs and leg shifting, that I cannot stand being bored. Now I’m recalling all those horrible Bollywood movies where when the plot got boring I turned to my 2048. And I can never pay attention in classes (unless its math) and usually stick to a book. And my mind literally shuts down my auditory sensors when someone’s being boring, and wanders somewhere else.

Right now, the internet is too slow on my phone, there is no WiFi here and I’ve exhausted my 2048 playing limit. So, with no diversions of Facebook and Insta, I’ve settled on behaving as a typical teenager and writing about my woes on social media.

Ciao people!

PS: There’s no fly in this godforsaken establishment that I can stare at.


The Silence

She called out
With love, then demand and finally anger
She screamed and shouted,
And pleaded and pleaded
For them to see the other side
For them to stop being irrational
For them to try
She didn’t know the universe’s rule about letting go
So she hurt and hurt,
till she couldn’t feel anymore
And then she stopped talking
For those who simply couldn’t hear

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The Unnatural Fear

There are a lot of things people, the ones who know of me, don’t know about me.

Among those things are a lot that I wouldn’t normally share. Although if I had to tell you something about myself that people don’t normally know, I would, with much reluctance, tell you about my strange and profound fear of things normal people normally like.

Like flowers. And birds. And some other strange things.

I have had Anthophobia for as long as I can remember. Many people tell me ” Why? What do you think they’ll do? They’re harmless!” I know that they pose no threat to my physical self but my nervous system is not aware of that yet, so I can’t do a thing except try to steer clear of those ridiculously frightening flowers.

Now, Ornithophobia is the fear of birds. I am afraid to be near them, around them, across them, under them if they’re flying low. And I swear that pigeons can smell my fear because everywhere I look I find them staring at me.
Have you seen the pictures where people visit a bird sanctuary and have exotic birds draped all over them? Well, I am a person who will never have a picture like that of her own. I’ll not go to the bird sanctuary in the first place.

Other than these pretty common and boring things (sarcasm), the other few include me being afraid of feathers ( Its not as intense as my phobias. I would probably be able to touch them if you dare me to, but if I encounter them without any prior warning I’ll probably scream), and me being afraid of butterflies.

Danke people. And ciao!

This post was in response to The Daily Prompt.

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Everything’ll Happen And You’ll Wonder

Daily Prompt :-
Mix Tape
Put together a a musical playlist of songs that describe your life, including what you hope your future entails.


My current anthem is somewhere between The Love Club and Chandelier, amidst a haze that isn’t necessarily alcoholic, but also haze that arises due to stagnancy or monotony. They don’t perfectly fit for being a constituent of a playlist manifestation of my life, but they somewhat do belong there. Then again, what do I know, a girl in a perpetual haze.

Sun is up, I’m a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this

With these lines being my constant mantra.

Also I cannot leave out these Mumford And Sons’ masterpieces when defining a playlist that describes my life.
Awake My Soul and The Cave are the ones that fit perfectly, with a certain depth that leaves me exhilarated.
I hate that I continuously overthink, a habit which has left me as a bitter cynic, because it does one no good to have inner depth. Life is far kinder to shallow people.

Are You Ready and Don’t Stop Believing are songs which I’m considering to be the intermediate motivational melodies which will precede the future part of my playlist.

I hope that fifty or sixty years down the road I can attest to the fact that my playlist did end with Lemon Tree.

While initially, the song started with

But nothing ever happens and I wonder
I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree

It ended with

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don’t want to sit on the lemon-tree
I’m steppin’ around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I’ll get another toy
And everything will happen and you’ll wonder

In my perception of the song, the You comprises of everyone and everything besides me; the people I like, the ones I don’t and the people I downright detest, the goblins, faries, wizards and unicorns (Because I’m a Fangirl, and we believe in everything), the five elements, and every foreseeable entity that exists.
And I very much like to believe that everything will happen.

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The Broadway Of Mankind

This is a piece of mine inspired by Shakespeare’s ‘All The World’s A Stage’.

This is the divine playwright’s sorcery,
With no prompts and no cues
You think you are in the center of it all
You think it all revolves around you
The playwright laughs.

There are a million ‘you’s
With your monologues and acts
There is no backstage
It’s an arena of bloodshed
You put on masks
Some change, some remain
He sees through it all

Your facade shatters sometimes
The shards cutting you hard and deep
Sometimes you get away unscathed
In this glorious stage feeling high and almighty
But don’t you get it?
Once the play starts you can’t get out alive

Dear Phone

Daily Prompt :-
Wronged Objects
If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?

Dear Phone,

I am really sorry. I love you a lot, you know right? I know I sometimes throw you at random places, some of which are not so soft. I know sometimes I spill things on you. I know sometimes I exhaust you so much that you’re barely alive. And I also know that I put a lot of pressure on you to perform highly and ask you to do things that can be done by someone (something) else.

But, come on. I give you more attention that those stupid humans around me. I am more possessive of you than I am of my clothes, those useless drabs that I often put you under and then spend hours finding you. I share more personal things with you than any other entity. And I often make you do someone else’s work, but that’s because I think you do it best and no one compares.

You are one of the most important things in my life and no one can replace you.

Your Avid User

The Grey Area

Daily Prompt :-
Waiting Room
“Good things come to those who wait.” Do you agree? How long is it reasonable to wait for something you really want?

The perception of a Good Thing varies from eye to eye. A person rarely considers the ramifications his desires can conceive, particularly affecting the people close to him.

The good things that we want, we crave, be it an opportunity or something else has the ability to manufacture immense destruction. It will hit us in the face or slowly poison us. Be sure of the things you consider good, because they may not be so.

The waiting part is rather tricky. How long to wait? As long as its necessary,  until you are satisfied. Until the right good thing comes by.

One of the most clichéd examples of waiting for the good thing – True Love. But ironically, people do not wait for it. They grab each and every opportunity that they think can lead to finding their desirous craving. When time after time their efforts are deemed futile, they are said to be in the perpetual waiting for the good thing.

There’s this old adage,

Whatever happens, happens for the good.

Frankly, I believe this is a phenomenon people made up to comfort themselves and hide their displeasure and hurt. Because honestly, not everything happens for the good.

So here comes The Grey Area, bringing forth the bewilderment and the disarray. There is no waiting.
You either get it and you’re wait is over or you don’t get it and wait till you do. But actually, there’s no waiting. You do grab each and every opportunity. You just call the time period you fail to get your supposedly good thing, waiting.

So, be patient and grab the hell out of each and every moment. Because any moment now, your wait will be over.