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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.


Kiss Slowly

Kiss slowly


It isn’t everyday that you are loved by a little child. A little child who is nothing but an adorable bundle of joy. All the child needs is to be p


icked up and you are ready for that innocent little kiss which would be planted on your cheek, telling you that you’re important. That kid might kn

ow what it is like to kiss slowly.

It isn’t everyday that a little girl likes you. You are that annoying adult who asks her to sleep in her own room, eat her own food and send her off to school every day of the week. But the mom

ent you buy her a toy she was eyeing or you put her to sleep, telling her stories of princesses and white horses, she melts and before closing her fluttering eyes, gives you a goodnight kiss. That little girl knows what it is like to kiss slowly.

It isn’t everyday that a little boy cries. He complaints abo

ut his teachers and all the homework they give. He had so much to study, he couldn’t watch his favorite cartoon or play with his friends that evening. After working so hard, he is still forced to drink milk. But after an evening nap, he gets up, crawls up to your bed and wants you to tuck him in. This boy knows what it is like to kiss slowly.

It isn’t everyday that your girl steps out of her comfort zone to see the world eye-to-eye. She leaves home for college and probably a job or marriage. She’s ready to flap her wings and to fly off the cliff. But before she does that, she gives you a kiss, telling you everything you ever wanted to hear. Your little girl, who’s now a lady, knows what it is like to kiss slowly.


Your son is getting married. His bride is walking down the aisle in that white dress. It is a time when everything changes. You are going to have a new daughter. Your family is going to expand. Your son will seal in a relationship that alters a hundred different lives. But before that, your son looks you in the eye and gives you a nervous kiss. He knows what it is like to kiss slowly.

Your grandchild is born. Those tiny little hands and legs scream purity. You just want to squish him because you love him so much. But you settle for a gentle kiss. You know what it is like to kiss slowly.

You are dying and your family comes to see you. You tell them you don’t need anything else, when you die. You just want them to tell you goodbye. And they do. Moments before you’re about to be lain down at your final place of


rest, the entire family comes in to tell you their goodbyes and kiss you on the forehead.  They know what it is like to kiss slowly.

You have taught them love and its expression. You have taught them to kiss the air and gulp in the fragrance. You have taught them to embrace life. You have taught them to kiss slowly.

Forgive quickly.


The most precious things in speeches are pauses. You wish you could say the same for relationships.

Any relationship is like pearls on strings; just a small break in the string, not only would the pearls scatter, but no matter how hard we try, the string would never be the same. Every relation, once broken does leave a scar-how deep depends on the relationship and on the time elapsed. So probably forgiving isn’t just the end, it is a test of endurance.

You can never tell what people have inside them until you start taking it away, one hope at a time. And it can be true for both the parties- the one who has to forgive and the one who has to be forgiven. Probably the one who has to forgive is ready to forgive, but is waiting for the apology, while the one who has to be forgiven might think that the apology is implied. Obviously, both the parties are at fault at one point or the other.

It is the greater person in you that allows you to forgive. The Adult in you makes the process quicker. And the faster you forgive, the healthier your relationship might remain. And the faster you forgive, the more at peace are you. Forgive quickly, because it might make you happy.

As Elizabeth Bennet would say, “I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.” (Although in the end the whole story had another outcome,) wouldn’t we also react in the same way in her situation? (I know, I know, it is Mr. Darcy, after all, so maybe we would, but would we if it were someone else?)

Again, would you forgive at all, the person who shred your heart into a million pieces, forcing you to question yourself in the hardest possible way? Would you want to be the bigger person when the other person doesn’t even appreciate it? Would you forgive somebody who could just leave you in the middle of the night on a deserted road? Would you forgive someone who dodged behind you to save themselves during a shootout? Would you?

If you are willing to forgive, if you value a relationship more than you own self-esteem, forgive quickly. If you are willing to forgive, do not play games and forgive quickly. More importantly, if you are willing to forgive someone when they are right, forgive quickly.

So either forgive quickly, forget and move on, or don’t forgive at all. Do whatever you want, but do it with courage, you won’t go far too wrong. Forgive. Breathe.