MICROTALES...

                          By-
                            ADARSH SINHA

1. "I'll never leave you, I promise", she said with a smile on her face...
                 10 months later
She promised the same, to someone else...


2.                    My dear bestfriend...
   Thanks a lot for being that constant in my ever changing world of variables...


3. "I won't talk to you", she said...
    "I won't talk to you", he said...
    "Even if you people want to, I won't let           that happen", ego said and smiled at its         victory...


4. "Yes I don't think about her now", he convinced his friends...however... Only his dark nights knew the truth...


5. To all those who left me when I needed them the most,
                           Thanks a lot for moving away and not offering me any support... thanks because I realised that I am strong enough to handle my problems and emotions...


6. Her smile made his day and was the cure of all his troubles...she was his princess, his daughter was his world

An open letter to the one who took too long to realise.

Hey,
remember the days when you crashed yourself in my arms, as soon as you felt distorted, hoping I would put your pieces back into place? Remember the nights when I gulped down mugs of black coffee, just to listen to what you've been through?
Oh no, don't take it for a complaint, beloved. I just want to know if it is just me, who is travelling back into past, and imagining how the life is going to be without you, all at the same time.
But it hurts, in case you were wondering if it does.

But it's okay. I won't be be past everything, because I don't want to. But I'll be past you. The ruthless you, at least. I've been patching myself up even when you lay right beside me, so it wouldn't hurt any more to do so now.
Thanks to you, darling. :)

Well, just so that you know, you failed terribly at taking my vibrance along with you. For it would have been so surrendering of me to let that happen. My eyes can still see the colours, and my heart can still take pleasure from them.
The only thing you took away, was the part of me, that loved you.

I hope it doesn't let me die in your conscience too soon. Too soon for you to realise that I wouldn't turn to you, even if yours were the only words that could breathe life into me.

Because you, honey, did put me into the coffin when I was the most alive, and didn't think twice before closing the lid.


(The tears that turned into words, left a mark at least).