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

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Nostalgia


Where did the summer go? Or more importantly, where did this entire year go? One day, I was starting up the new school year in March, ready to give it my best shot, and the next thing you know, it’s already November (or close to it, anyway). Looks like we’re living is fast forward or something, time’s moving that fast.

Also, I’ve been quite, well, odd lately. Sometimes I’m happy, other times I feel like jumping off of a cliff. It’s weird, but I’m sure the gloomy grey weather has something to do with it. I don’t like winters. It’s cold and frigid, almost lifeless. Not a very pretty picture, at least not to me.

No kidding. This year, it was everything that I could have wanted in a summer. But there were also things I wish hadn’t happened. In the end, though, it was all very well worth it.

I don’t know what the winter would bring, but I’m just praying that it would be bearable if not nice. I’m not in the mood for any more drama (no, really). Things that had happened over the last year had hardened me in so many ways that I didn’t quite realize it until yesterday, when I was presented with a very simple choice between repairing and rebuilding. A year ago, I would’ve chosen to repair. This time, I chose to rebuild. Actually, my exact words were these: ‘Even if you fill up the cracks and tape the walls together, the marks of failure will still be there.’

I mean, COME ON. Who talks likes that? I feel like friggin’ Yoda or something. Jeez.

Anyway, back to nostalgia. Now that’s summer’s gone, the only thing looming large in my near future are exams. Three big ones, the third one being the biggest, the one which decides my fate. God, help me.

I don’t know how, but John Steinbeck hits the spot every single time. He’s just that good.

Okay, I have to go. Duty calls.

Love,

Snigdha