echoes you hear

This will be a difficult one to write. I have such a love-hate relationship with this year, despite all the shithousery that we've all been through. The isolated times, the absolute lack of motivation to do almost anything, the exam stress, the loneliness, the thunder-storm that struck Calcutta... I could go on and on. Despite all that, I don't really hate how this year turned out to be.  Sure, I'd have loved to go out more, meet new people and just go about my life in a normal way. However, I feel this year has been like that strict parent who despite all the harshness, just wants the best for you. This year shaped me (and I'm sure a lot of you can relate to this) like no other. Had I not been stuck in my house for 6 months, who knows, maybe I wouldn't have been able to be self-sufficient. Had I not been betrayed by my loved ones, maybe I wouldn't have learned that its human to make mistakes and that everyone deserves a little room to make errors- that everyone...

sitting on this motionless chair as i watch her leave arms tucked in with someone else's could it be, that she's thinking of me she reminds me of my youth clutching on to anything that made me feel real often i'd find myself devoid of ardors later people telling me i needed time to heal still sipping on the same glass of hennessy  i watch her gaze right into another's eyes wishing they were mine i'd rather quench my needs with lies i can see everyone's cheeks grow pale now it's not the same hour i saw her leave have i been living the same lie for years or am i just that naive trying to look for you in any woman i see my agony aggravated with this empty chair beside me what does it take for me to feel things now attention i say, but to which degree? -Peace.

"..they can't avoid the truth, that being young is so painful, it's almost, like, too much to feel." My mum always told me to pour my heart out. In everything I do, in every person I confide. "If you're not going to put your heart and soul into it, might as well not do it", she used to say. As I grew up, however, I realized most people were not brought up in the same manner. Or they chose not to be so.  Often I'm told that I'm too much. My ex told me that once. " You're too much for me right now, and I'm not in a place to handle it", she said. I hear that a lot, actually. They're always along the same lines. Be a man/ Why are you so sensitive/ Why do you feel so much.  And often, I wonder. Aren't these the same people who love watching movies like The Notebook, YJHD (my white folks, don't worry, it's an Indian movie), The Fault in Our Stars? Aren't these the same people who listen to Ed Sheeran's Photogra...