No Promises


Hello, ladies and gentlemen (and Sagar, who wanted something to read with his evening tea), I’m back.

So, 2017 started, Dad (who was home for the holidays) went back to New York, and a brand new semester of college began while the temperature of Delhi has been—wait for it—freaking seven degrees.

Ah, well. That is how the glamorous life of an engineering undergrad is.

So, since I’ve been busy adjusting to life with college in the new semester (and getting my ass kicked, since I just went ahead got my books today, two week since classes started), I haven’t had the time to actually sit down and write–which in no way means I haven’t been writing. Here is where the power of technology comes in, because the Drafts folder in my phone is where all the magic is stored.

I picked out a select few out of the sea of written bits that have been dwelling in my phone, and have decided to share it with the world. Here goes, enjoy:

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#Freedom

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#AllTheBrightPlaces

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#Persevere

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And, another very special thing that is aimed at anyone and everyone who I have had the opportunity to love (family and friends alike), as well as to all those who I shall cross paths with, in the future.

If there’s anything that I’ve learnt in the last couple of years of college, it is that promises mean very little (if at all). Not all of them get to fruition, and sometimes, with good reason.

Hence, this is me, not promising you.

I don’t promise to keep you first always, because there are going to be times where other people will need me more than you.

I don’t promise to be with you all hours of every day, because there will be times where you need your space, and there may be days where I’ll be needing mine.

I don’t promise to support you in whatever you’re doing, because it’s my job to keep you from making dumb decisions that you shall only regret later.

I don’t promise to forgive you instantly every single time, because I’m stubborn as hell and my anger takes time to cool off.

I don’t promise to tell you everything, because there some things that just aren’t meant to be shared.

Most importantly though, I don’t promise to love you, because love is just a word that doesn’t quite describe us completely.

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You see, once a writer, always a writer. No matter how boring and uninspiring daily life is. Now please excuse me, I have a movie to watch.

Until next time, and remember: it’s now or never.

Love,

Snigdha

Noah’s Ark.


You know how the story about Noah and his ark goes, don’t you? Of course you do. One man, one boat and the expedition to save the world and it’s glory.

Heroic, that’s what it was. Not everyone can do that. Lately, I’ve started to wonder whether there are any more heroes left to save us from fading into nothingness, when it does come down to it.

Okay. Hi.

This post was originally supposed to be sequel to my last post, Great Things Men Do, but then I had this terrible writer’s block that completely ruined it. It took me two hours, a big cup of coffee, and the help of a certain someone to get things going again (thank you, Sherlock).

 Ah, well. Even the toughest of us fall off the wagon, don’t we? 😉

So, now that I’m back, let me share with you a couple other absolutely adorable things that men do.

Are you ready? Let’s go:

5. When they dress up well without being told to. Personally, I hate shoddily dressed guys. They annoy me to no limit, no joke. I think that if you don’t find time to at least dress up decently at the start of the day, you’re good for exactly nothing. So, you know, if he dresses well, your taste is commendable.

#TVD reference was mandatory. No question.

 

4. When he can wear bright colors, and not look dorky. Honestly, I love guys dressed in black as much as the next girl does, but nothing compares to a man dressed in bright shades like orange, or sea green (personal favourite, don’t ask). If he can pull this off, he can pull anything off. 😉

That color. That  style. ❤

 

3. When he writes complete spellings. This is probably just something that only I notice, being the OCD-striken writer I am (it’s a medical condition, okay? Google it). But damn, if he actually types out/writes ‘okay’ instead of ‘ok’? Priceless. 😀

 

2. When they break a sweat doing manual labour, and still manage to make it look effortless. When I was a kid, we used to live in a flat on the fourth floor, in a building with no lifts. I clearly remember my father pulling out furniture from a U-Haul and carrying it all the way up to our house, all in exactly three trips. It stuck with me, that image, and as a result, I find it absolutely irresistible when men are able enough to do handiwork.

 

1. When they understand exactly how you feel, and fix you within moments. This one doesn’t need explanation. I mean, everybody has baggage, right? Everyone is damaged, to a certain extent. In cases like mine, there’s more damage than there is steady ground. But regardless of the expanse of the blemish, if he knows how to get through to you, he’s a winner. No question.

True story.

 

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Oh-Kay. That turned out decent, didn’t it? And just hours ago I was convinced I couldn’t write again.

Then someone said to me, ‘Even your heartbeat slows down sometimes. But it doesn’t stop pumping.’  And I was powerless to argue.

Bottom line: there might just be heroes remaining in this big, bad world. Maybe our heroes don’t wear shiny armors, or carry swords around for everyone to see, but they’re there. Trust me, I would know (OCD-striken feminist, remember?).

Keep looking. You might just find one.

I’m going to go now. You do whatever makes you happy. It’s now or never.

Love,

Snigdha ❤