A post without periods.

One of the worst feelings about losing someone you used to be close to, is when you talk to them again, and they don’t even make an effort to keep the conversation going, and you feel like you’re talking to yourself, and you realize how much things have changed, and how much about them you don’t know, and you don’t even know what questions to ask because you just don’t know what’s going on in their life, and the best thing you can come up with are empty conversation fillers like “what’s up”, and you can’t even ask them about their life because you don’t know if you still have the right to ask them that, so you settle for the little things that they do tell you, and you make your own theories, and you convince yourself that you shouldn’t worry about their life because they clearly aren’t worried about yours, but you’re screaming inside because you want to tell them how much you miss them, and you want to ask them if they miss you, and whether it hurts them too that you have drifted apart, and you sit there listing all the reasons you think they won’t miss you, but some part of you is hoping that some part of them misses you, and it finally hits you that they don’t really care, and maybe its better to let things go and make a clean break rather than hanging on by a thread because its just too painful.

And, if you have reached the end of that sentence, you have my massive respect.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

110 thoughts on “A post without periods.

  1. How sad the world is today.. and your post makes it sadder. I know what you mean. Have you ever been in such a situation the other way round? How did you justify it then? Did you see the hurt in the other person’s eye and not recognize it, until you remembered it now? I don’t know. I hope not.

    The world is no place for romantics, no place for sentimentalists. Trust me, it is not. You might mistake this cyberspace and all its “families”, “Coteries”, “Friendships” for such, but it is not. You may hit a thousand likes with sentimental posts. You may even get new “friends”, but the truth is, their understanding will always remain skin-deep, superficial. Don’t mean to be cynical or discouraging. But deep within, you will know, that hollow homilies online mean nothing. Just my depressing thoughts ๐Ÿ˜€ sorry..

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    1. I do know what you mean. And, I have been on the other side, too. But, that’s life, isn’t it? And, I know what you mean about online “friends.” Don’t worry, I’m someone who doesn’t trust people that easily. It often takes me years.

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      1. Arey tubelight.. kai go? took a long time to figure it out, eh? ok ok.. strike that out..

        a ton of feminists are going to land on me .. like a.. er.. what? ton of bricks? Hmm never mind.. as long as they fall on me, who cares if they are bricks..

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      2. arey nahin.. already badnaam.. so what do a few more bricks mean? and come to think of it.. at least I get to meet those bricks like that.. when they demand an explanation, there I am, in my Scarlet Pimpernel Avatar to er… sweep them.. away…

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      3. Trust me, Miss Beauty Ali… whether they throw bricks or are themselves bricks.. does not matter.. never strike me.. inverted filmy phrase.. paththar jo ban gaye phool, jab fool pe phenka… ๐Ÿ˜€

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      4. arey, … tum na… touchy touchy… Rupali….

        Ach, ok, yeh guftagu nahin, poora silsila hoi gawa…
        Hamar kauno aukaat naahi, boojhe ka? Bithua.. tuhar naam pe diya jalaayi dyen… humra kouno baaki nahin.. who tolerates all this ๐Ÿ˜€

        Ok, ok.. serotonin levels receding now.. will slink back into my sheepish shell.. (That is a weird turtle, if you can imagine in.. a turtle with fur on top???)

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      5. Hmmm, silent turtle now.. chalo bithua… kachua jalaao, tejaswi bhagaao.. bas, aarraam ba…

        Now run along, kid.. eat… never forget to eat.. go.. now.. scat scam vamoose… pronto..

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      6. Wah!! Wah… I mean, really, Wah!!… pehle to main.. er.. kuch aur tha.. then something else.. now I am your mom??? Wah!! Kya izzat dee hai!!!

        Patthar ke sanam, tujhe humney mohabbat ka khuda maana,
        Badi bhool hui, arey humney, yeh kya samjha, yeh kya jaana..

        And imagine that with a hero without a face.. er.. face behind hands.. big bloody palms (and mine are) covering a big face… (Manoj Kumar… Bharat Kumar)…

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      7. Hey, Rupali.. just kidding ok.. now don’t get all upset with me.. or senti… just a joke yaar… hopefully.. (Aur tu meri puraani.. er.. dushman se baat kar rahi hai, theek hai :P… but don’t gang up one me hahaha)…

        Hey, kid.. take it easy.. always kidding.. you know me by now.. I hope you do… take care.. and good night.. hope the exams are going well.. do really well.. I know you will.. just blast those papers out of orbit.. ๐Ÿ™‚

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      8. Hope you did well.. (And I deeply think… anpadh ganwaar… hmmphh… arts, literature.. hmmpphh!!!) … If you need math tutions or.. even tips on “introduction to literary criticism” by Bennett and Royle, then too come to me ๐Ÿ˜€ hahaha Blank verse (which means mindless verse)… iambus, 10 am bus, pentameter, pentachlorophenol, Andrew Marvell and Metaphysical non-marvels, John Donne and Tejaswi Don’ts… well, by all means.. I am a good teacher.. I admit I am quirky.. but heck, a darn good teacher ๐Ÿ˜€
        Drop in, tune out!!! (er.. the reverse of my age) and I might yet teach you a few things that you did not read about yet.. ๐Ÿ™‚ Hope you did well in the papers.. I cannot expect any less.. good on you, kid.. ๐Ÿ™‚

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      9. ok, just read some awesome(??!!) poetry ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜›
        And tumharey samajh mein nahein aayega..
        So a translation.. another long comment.. so keep saying Phew!!!

        Yeh kya tha jab tumne kaha ki kuch nahin tha
        Shak hi to tha, bas utna hi tha, bas utna hi tha

        Yeh hawa
        Yaad dilaati hain
        Woh sukhoon ke pal
        Jab humney maana
        Ke aap humaare saath hain

        Yeh panchi
        Gaakar yaad dilaatey hain
        Woh aazaadi
        Jo humney paayi
        Tumharey saath, tumse

        Yeh nahar
        Yaad dilaati hai garajke
        Woh Taaqat
        Jo kabhi hum-mein thi
        Jab aap humaarey saath the

        Yeh raastey
        Yaad dilaatein hain
        Woh manzilein
        Jo kabhi humaarey khwabon ke manzar the
        Jab aap humaare saath the

        Aur ab
        Mere gumshuda, mere unkahey yaar
        Meri khamoshi
        Tumhari dushman nikli
        Itna ke
        Tera pyar
        Ab kahin aur gaya
        Kisi aur ke taraf…

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  2. Every action in this universe teach us, let it go…

    “เคœเฅ€เคตเคจ เค•เฅ€ เคนเคฐ เค˜เคŸเคจเคพ เคนเคฎเฅ‡ เค›เฅ‹เฅœเคจเฅ‡ เค•เฅ€ เคชเฅเคฐเฅ‡เคฐเคฃเคพ เคฆเฅ‡เคคเฅ€ เคนเฅˆ ”
    Hope you understand.

    Beautifully expressed feelings, felt the pain.

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      1. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Why don’t I ever come up with memorable/beautiful quotes? Never mind, at least the first half is always true.. you never forget them ๐Ÿ˜€
        Ok, because my quotes always lead to fury.. so what.. at least you remember them forever..
        bak rahaa hoon junoon mein kya kya kuch
        kuch na samjhe khuda karey koi
        (Ok, you have to admit now, that is a beautiful and apt quote hahaha.. even thought it was written by Ghalib)….

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  3. I know the feeling. It’s as if suddenly, you realize there is an entire different aspect of that person that you did not know of but you get to see it now. Once you see it, it hurts to hang on to the side of them you knew before because the boundaries that come with the side you see of them now make it difficult to assimilate that it is in fact the same person. Somehow, merging those two aspects of them together, hardly ever happens. Either, you accept who they are to you now, or you hang on to who they once were…. Both are just as difficult.

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    1. Yeah, agreed. But, eventually, you have to accept who they are, and that they will never go back to being the person they were. I once read this, “when someone shows you their true colours, don’t try to repaint them.”

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  4. Whoah. I know the feeling.

    Longest sentence I’ve ever read so far! Goes to Guinness as what a comment says? Haha. Could be! ๐Ÿ˜€ You wrote it so well that it doesn’t really need a period. Such wits you have dear. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Good job!

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  5. Hmm..I lost reading the sentence midway ๐Ÿ˜€ and I did put some effort and read it again,only to successfully reach the end which made me realise,I have dealt with many such situations where The Other person used to mean a world to me and I being silly girl,always strongly believed that I am also the world to that other person but upon meeting them after a while,I have felt totally alienated from their lives which have hurt me a lot and since then ,I have made it a point not to make any one feel so ๐Ÿ™‚

    Oops ,a comment without periods ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  6. WOW! Massive respect to me for reaching the end and MASSIVE RESPECT to you for posting this and starting a plethora of emotions within me and making me feel things again and making me realize that words do hold an immense power within themselves ๐Ÿ™‚ Ab samaj me aya why you wanted me to read this ๐Ÿ˜›

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  7. I know exactly how you feel. I was in a marriage for over five years and many-a-day went by where I wanted to scream my lungs out because we weren’t in communication with each other. Worse yet, neither one of us knew how to talk to each other. I look back and wonder why we ever got married. But thank you for his post. It seems it spoke to a huge number of people.

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  8. Sometimes there’s this really blurry line between:
    A. We’ve grown in different directions and we’re just not part of each other’s lives anymore and
    B. I’m telling myself A because I don’t want to deal with the fact that A is in fact unilateral.

    Sometimes it’s A, sometimes it’s B – it can be hard to distinguish.

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