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Pool There is a swimming pool where I stay I haven't seen anybody swim in it or play There is no water there inside of it, only dust and more dust and a mattress or two Those mattresses, I don't know how they came to be Maybe they were under pressure, wanted to be free There's clearly a pair of denim there, and a cluster of leaves maybe, finding clothes in the pool, is not of their pet peeves 'Their' you ask, who is 'their'? obviously the 'others', love, isn't it clear? The others, who stay at the same place I do, maybe for them, it's totally cool to let it stew Anyway, not unlike the pool, the fence is a bit rusting, but I don't see why it won't do with a little dusting Maybe it's time, the pool would use a hand or four, to shine it up, and let the water soar

Here's what happens. You pick up a book you are really excited about reading and which you have heard about a lot from your friend. You've read the blurb, which looked pretty promising and seen some amazing five star reviews. To add to its appeal, it also happens to be one of those books by one of those writers who almost everybody swears by. So you get down to read and you like how it starts and you read more and you like how it's going. You like the characters, you like the humour, you like the use of metaphors in it. So you keep reading and you keep liking, so much so that you read more than three fourth of it in a night. The next day you continue with it and finally finish it. Seems good enough, right? You've read it fast! You must be feeling good, happy, contented, excited(even more than how much you were before starting it), right? 

Is it a new love the one you feel A new excitement, a sweet pain a reason to trust someone again - Or is it just an illusion of your memories, your past

Sometimes, I get totally annoyed with myself and feel completely enraged with the things that  happen to me  I do to myself. Procrastination and not being able to complete things(goals which I set for myself) on time, turn out to be the main reasons for this rage most of the times. And it's not that I freak out at the drop of a hat each and every time, but I do feel angry and even helpless sometimes when certain tasks or things I intend to do keep on getting delayed. The recent reason, and big enough to actually write about it here, is one article, actually not just one article but a whole series of articles that I intend to write as a sort of something special on this blog for a long time. And I have an idea to do something like this since forever. I know the theme, I've decided on the subjects I am going to write on, I've even thought about format a little, it's just the content which is keeping me from writing it down and posting. I found this image after ...

Google I have a small-big problem. I don't remember names. Small, because nobody punishes me for forgetting a name and moreover, people forget names all the time . Big, because unlike normal people, I don't forget names occasionally, instead I recall them occasionally.  Which means, it doesn't matter if you met me four years ago or just introduced yourself four seconds ago, there's is a high chance that I don't remember your name.

Taken from Google. d o you remember how, stars looked in the night sky do you remember how, moon was so close once, and still shy do you remember how, trees swished in the breeze

... then she said,  'tum hote kaun ho' and I couldn't say anything afterwards A random thought.

He's a hypocrite, yes that man lie and pretend, that he can but to self sir, not to clan Lives he in dreams, flies he on boats contradictions always, fill on his notes

Spoiler Alert:  If you are one of those people who intentionally skip the trailer, so that their movie going experience isn't  ruined, and If you're planning to read ' I too had a love Story ' by Ravinder Singh, I'd advice you to not read further.  The sun was about to set. I sat there for a little while, quietly. A few minutes later, calls for the evening prayer started coming from the nearby mosques. I stood up from my bed, washed my hands and face and walked out of the house. I strode in silence, purposefully towards the mosque, passing through the hustle bustle of the market en route. After the prayers I walked back in the same fashion, blocking everything else around me.