P.S. I Love You

The most significant paragraph describing The Woman by Cecelia Ahern in her book "P.S. I Love You"


Message from Gerry :   
 
"Shoot for the moon, and if you miss you'll still be among the stars.
  Promise me you will find a job you love this time!
  PS, I love you . . .  "                                           

She was a woman who had been given advice from a man she loved, who had taken it and tried her hardest to help heal herself. She now had a job that she loved and felt confidence within herself to reach for what she wanted. She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work in the morning. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym more often, she was a woman who had sometimes hated her job and questioned what reason she had to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong. On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, Holly would obey Gerry's final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her. In the meantime, she would just live.

                                                                                                           - by Cecelia Ahern

The Empty Classrrom

It's been few days and I already started missing my classroom, the only place which was a canteen when we were tired of gossiping and where we could anything  to kill time,a playground to play wolf, a studio for lots of selfies and park to hangout. I remember the first day of my college and the last bench of that classroom. Used to park our asses there, far from the board, our own cubical to mimic the professor, calculate the sum before the professor did and then argue with them to pass the whole lecture. The fun started from this cubical decreased to sleepy faces when networking concepts were introduced in the class, the concept built the powerful network among us but we never learned the actual concept of classroom network. That classroom became a home for us, everything was perfect and when we used to sit there, specifically in those sometimes dirty benches, there used to be an ass print as a benchmark and a stain on our purani jeans which still reminds us the essence of moist classroom, the sweats (half of the fans weren't working though) and laughter.

Those last benches got full before the first ones and if you're late, you have to sit on the first bench , so much nearer to professor and no sleep! Literally NO SLEEP. But college means Friends and Friends tend to save a place on the last bench. There was  no need to pass through the whole class as the door was right behind the last bench, but if anyone was late , we loved to turn our heads in 180 degree to make fun of those always-late-friends who shouted from no where : "May I come in?" just to attract the attention of whole class and then laughter and giggling for the whole lecture!

The classroom had seen students come and go, with empty bags to bag full of laptops and assignments. A group of students to the couples sitting there hand in hand. The classroom was a seductive bed for afternoon naps during boring lectures, it had kept all the secrets while gossiping about  fellow students. The classroom which always made students occupied in some activity other than studying.

Classroom that had the history of students come and go, share their laughter with walls and tears with benches under the bag. Just few days passed and the batch is gone, few more days and the next generation will come and park their asses in that empty classroom, just few days and these benches will miss those friends and lovers who had sat there and have crafted their names on it. Few days and these benches will miss all those dishes which we had shared with it from wafer to water and from cake to cola!! Few days and these benches will miss the footprint of those vella boys and the gossips that we girls are used to do!! Few days and these benches will miss the sleeping US in boring lecture, our ass prints that we had shared sitting there for hours and hours!
"I'm gonna miss you my cubicle" 
                                                                                            -Kemil Ghoghari

                                                                                                                                   

Unspoken Feelings ..(2)

.. Instrumental songs are playing in my music player, it's so peaceful when you don't actually know the lyrics and just feel the music by it's symphony somehow!
Isn't it great if people start doing that, when they are angry? Just play the instrumental of their soul, no shitty words and gesture!
Just the sound of soul, sound of unspoken words via eyes, music of that point where mind and heart collaborates!

.. She has feelings, which has been crushed by someone. She has heart, which might be broken few times. But she is still around you, with a gentle smile! If she can be stubborn and she can fight then why can't you become SHE ?
All the powers lie within us, I know we call our loved once the inspiration, the power house but at some point of our lives we all have been devastated from those people, but we are here, survived! The magic is always inside us !

.. You think you can always argue that you were busy ? I don't care because if your friend needs you, go and be with her. If you have ignored bunch of miscalls from your mother, go and call her first, talk to her until she believes that you are doing well. If your girlfriend is upset, get some time, go to her and kiss her on her forehead. If your family is going out together, go and join them. If your kids are playing football in the mud, play with them. But before doing all these stuff, get some time for yourself. You like swimming, take a dive. Like climbing, go for mountaineering. Like reading, get some books.
Go for solo trip,
hangout with friends,
watch bunch of movies,
eat a lot until your stomach is full.
Because if you're not happy inside how are you going to make your loved ones happy ?
Don't tell me you are busy, and can't see this !

.. Hey dear, let me tell you something, books and movies out there always show you that one can't fall in love more than once! But it's totally not true ! And believe me it'll be amazing and extraordinary like the first time. You'll feel the Goosebumps again ! It'll give you pain same as before. But that doesn't mean you can't fall in love again. Don't you wanna experience those thousands of butterflies in your tummy when he kisses you first? Don't you wanna blush when he smiles at you? These feelings are countless and always give joy. Whatever lays ahead, just open your heart and follow wherever it leads you. In the meantime, you just live.

..Memories, Scars and Diary!  My favorite threesome. Today is gonna be strange night, because of the scars that has been opened in my diary from long!  I'm scattered over emotions like the scars in my diary, hidden faithfully under the autograph! I believe that scars and wounds can't be healed with love, but when someone hugs you tight, cries with you and kisses you on forehead, scars melt and wounds heal!
Because there was a time when I used to shout on you when you were wrong, now my pen just leaks while writing that in Diary!! Because we all are living in our self written scars!


.. It's been years from now that we were together and promised each other that we will be together no matter what happens. I used to write about you, about us but now I write remembering all those memories we shared. There was time when you were my story, now I write stories to forget you. I have moved on, yet the corner of my heart still wants you. If you see me smiling today you'll know that I smile a lot but that is different than I used to do for you. I crack so many jokes but laugh only on remembering yours. Time changes and so do we. But the smell of your love is still there in my skin, I tried washing it but it never really faded ! It's been years, but You still end up being an inspiration to my writing.

                                                                                             -Kemil Ghoghari

Unlocked Treasure..(2)

".. very last time "

Let me remember your smile very last time,

let me kill my love with words very last time!

Walking on your lips very last time,

biting your thoughts, killing the fragrance,

of our love for very last time!

Ride the night very last time,

hide the beneath of it very last time!

You hear that sound? Last time?

My heart is crying for you.. The very last time!

Feel the soft touch of mine very last time,

I'm here, near you for very last time!!

 ".. old love story "

You're my same old love story,

That started from a diary! 

Every page of my life,

Sings a song about gettin' high!

I'm the one who always cry,

Thinking about how hard we try! 

We created the music slow,

Now that sounds high and blow! 

You changed your smile, I'm fine,

Let's have one last glass of wine! 

That way there ended the clashes,

Now our love is in the ashes! 

Now it's last poem with lonely mind,

You find a girl who is Kind!! 

".. miss with You "

The cool breeze, I miss with you,

the stinky smell, I miss with you!!

All those memories , on a bench,

Gentle kiss we did in a French,

Dump the love in a ocean trench!

The cozy smile, I miss with you,

The French kiss, I miss with you.

Diary pages with the scars,

Empty ash tray with cigars,

The song  we made on your  guitar!

Dump the love in empty jars !

The teary eyes, I miss with you.

Singing the song, I miss with you.

I ain't  gonna cry, beside your dreams,

Want the happiness, just one beam,

Dump the pain in empty love streams !

The passion of love, I miss with you,

Sharing the happiness, I miss with you.

                                                                                                                          -Kemil Ghoghari