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Never Regret anything that made you smile.

Never Regret anything that made you smile

She cried. Every day, she cried. Never once did a teardrop fall off her eyes, through her cheeks through the cliff of her chin. She couldn’t get herself to be happy about the things that made her burst out laughing at the most inappropriate of times. Yet, she laughed. She laughed that hollow laugh, her body vibrating, sometimes soundlessly. The smiles might have reached her eyes, but she carried grief around her neck like the mighty Albatross.

She didn’t know if what she was feeling was right in any sense. But such is love. The other person might loathe you and refuse to talk to you, but you can never stop. Once you’re in it, you are in it forever. She guessed she was in love after all. After so many declines and so many questions, she was in love after all. It was only after he left that she sensed what her true inclinations were. So what if he bothered her? So what if they were the best of friends for some time, but arch enemies the others? He always knew what the right things to do to. How?

Sometimes she just felt like curling up in a corner and crying, but then what would she do, after she’s all cried out? Sometimes she just wished she’d never said anything. But wouldn’t he have irritated her further? She wasn’t to tolerate it any further, was she? But now she just wished she’d let it go on. He’d been so easy to love. He just smiled and quoted her favourite movies and authors and she’d smile even if she were moments from bursting out angrily.

She still clearly remembered that first gift he’d given her. It was the day before Good Friday and although traditionally there was no reason to exchange gifts, she’d given her a little present that made her laugh out so loud, that the entire fourth grade was staring at her. It was a pencil of orange and yellow stripes, wrapped in a little red bow with polka dots. Because you always forget to get pencils and keep asking me for mine. She never forgot to bring pencils to school anymore. That pencil was still in her procession, used only for special occasions.

She also remembered the first time they fought. It was about who would get to write in the book of a friend who was absent. All they did was shout and scream at each other. In the end, they ended up laughing so hard that their stomachs hurt and they lost breath, but didn’t care. She still remembered the way his eyes used to close every time he smiled and his fists used to clench every time he was angry. She still remembered the way his left canine tooth was highlighted when he grinned at her after some mischief he thought of. You are in the happy vampire mode! What’s up, man?

Wasn’t it so similar to the last time… He was shouting things to her and she was screaming back. He said things he might never have told any other person otherwise. But she was never any other person. She was, well, her. Yet, they did. And this time, there was no laughter accompanying it. This time, there was only slamming of doors and no picking up of calls and returned notes of apologies. This time, against all her soul’s plea, it was forever.

She sometimes tried to regret having him in her life. She could have saved so many emotional turmoils. She could have seen so many more movies. She could have saved so much money spent on talking over the phone about the stupidest things. She could have done so much more in her life.. She could have. She couldn’t have. I do love him, God!

She tried to regret having him in her life. But she couldn’t. Every time she thought of it, she could hear his voice, telling her Never Regret Anything That Made You Smile. And if he hadn’t made her smile, if he hadn’t made her happy, she knew nothing else had.


Laugh Uncontrollably.

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Sometimes we are just too sulky, too sad. Sometimes we never know why we are even alive! Life is way too monotonous sometimes; and at other times way too busy. Sometimes you feel mechanical- getting up in the morning, getting ready, travelling over an hour to reach your destination, listen to your seniors and colleagues, laugh at farce and then forget about it, and return home just to sleep and repeat the same thing the next days. It’s a vicious cycle.

But some other days, you are genuinely happy. You ask yourself why, but never get an answer. You’re just in the mood to be happy. You just want to smile at those classmates, you know exist in your class, but never said ‘hello’ to. You just feel like. You just know everything is going to be okay. You just are in the mood to be happy.

And then, you plan on watching that movie you’ve watched a million times. You probably even know all the lines. You make a plan out of the blue and surprisingly everyone is ready to just go for it, because it is somewhat an adventure. A crazy adventure bunking Social work you’re obliged to do, actually. But such days never come every day.

You call up a friend and force her to travel an hour in the opposite direction just to join you and watch that movie with you. You know she won’t regret it. You know she would come, because she loves the movie and all of you. It is sometimes very funny, though how you never doubt yourselves at points like that. You just don’t regret it, because for once you’ve stayed true to yourself and are doing what you want to do rather than what you have to.

Then you go and start with the movie. You start laughing at funny scenes before they occur and try to control it, because you’re spoiling it for the others. As a result you have your hands pressed tight against your mouth, little bouts of laughter erupting and you are just so excited; you want to jump up and now. You giggle loudly when that cute hero proposes to the heroine. You just have to giggle, because you really can’t help yourself. You bounce on the couch as if you are that princess who’s going to live happily ever after.

And you laugh at all the smallest of jokes. You are just purely happy, no shades of grey. You want to just freeze and live in that moment forever. You laugh uncontrollably, because there’s a massive bubble that just burst in your chest. You just can’t seem to stop and little droplets of tears accumulate in your eyes and muscles in your stomach clench. You laugh uncontrollably because you love the people you are with. You live on. You laugh on. You open that umbrella of joy and spread that ray of happiness to everyone close to you. Because laugh and the world laughs with you. So, we laugh uncontrollably.


Love Truly.

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You can’t kill love. You can’t even kill it with hate. You can kill in-love and loving and loveliness. You can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden, regret, but you can’t kill love itself.

Love as an emotion is something so pure and so clear that you can’t just ignore it. You know what to do. Nothing ever stops you from loving somebody-not age, not gender and certainly not birth. You might even hate the person you love after a point of time. But you can never stop loving them. That clarity and that confidence is so empowering, you know you can conquer the world.

Loving is caring. Loving is hoping and loving is for life. Love is so permanent and universal that everyone recognizes it. Love, like respect is not something you get. It is something that we give. And only by giving love can we ever be happy. Happiness can be measured by how much love you have to give.

It doesn’t matter who you love or what you love. It doesn’t matter how much that thing or person irritates you, but you are bound for life. You might hate that lovey-dovey couple you spot at the station and shy away from looking at them, but you know that one day you are going to be there. You might hate that girl who loves dogs, but you are that geek who loves books or to sing or to dance or sports or even horses. You might love cats and birds. But love is omnipresent.

Love is a passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever.

Once you’re in it, love is forever. It goes on even after one of you is dead. Even a paralyzed dancer loves dance. A writer during a writer’s block still loves writing. You try your best to attain the thing you love, but even if you don’t attain it, you still love it. You want to go over the best of times, but you also want to make new memories. You give your everything to the thing you love. You sacrifice and you don’t mind at the least.

At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread is that we won’t stop loving them, even after they’re dead and gone.

It is easy to be unhappy if your love isn’t reciprocated. But to hold on to that love even if we are not in touch is difficult.  You can’t give up on that feeling, because it is there to stay. Forever. You are ready to battle the world. You are ready to sail the seven seas. You know the meaning of always.

And when you love, it is always true. If it isn’t true, it isn’t love. Let yourself loose. Love. Fall. Get up and dust yourself and love again. Feel. Act. Live on. For that’s what we do: Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. And we also love again, because truly, you’ve never stopped.

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Quotes courtesy: Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts.