‘I cannot live like you. You live like a fish on land' was what you told me once. Long back! Remember?
You were correct. I was indeed a fish that was picked from the waters and dropped on the land. My world was snatched away from me. I was in a new world, beautiful and all that. But I could not breath.
Then you came into my life and gave me a new place to live. You gave me everything. I was happy. I started breathing once again.
18 comments:
I couldn't get the significance of broken table ??? is it broken heart or related with fish pond....
---That’s when I DIED. Rather that’s when you let me DIE
You mean to say one died when he left rather then waiting which will never happen..
i m gonna reall kill you D if you continue to write such stuff....be happy
Whether I am supposed to .. or not; I am doing the same thing.. smiling! :)
And especially the second comment! :)
nitins got some very valid pov's ... i usually try to understand what the writer would be going through when he or she writes the whole thing and the reason for jotting it down ... when did u clean ur fish tank ? ... when did u go for your vacation ? ... what makes you cook up such stories
ashuz i agree we need to be happy ... but withount understanding what makes u sad ... u cant really be happy ... can we ?
World goes down to dust and rises again... So rise and smile.
you wont die like that!
I think being out of the fish tank you became much more stronger and capable of writing this. Ha Ha..
You may have bitter experiance but that makes you to face this challenging real world.
No one can let you die rather you yourself. AMEN!
This is a blog with lot of deep meaning posts. i would like to come over time and again.
madam tussi kitthe chale gaye...
hei ! Where are you?
are you OK?
U will neva improve nah
brilliant writing!
hey... come back from death -- the long sleep.
oh wow..i felt that, can totally relate. came from the heart didnt it..
Its better to know that one has died within. When the pain within pricks deeper to enter the deeper layers of the heart. The end of pain and the numb feeling...... Ha...... is wonderful..!! It makes u feel stoned. Then doped. Then you smile at the self. The hatred stays. But you realise the pain is gone. Peace!!
Nitin: Too much of thinking happening huh?
Ashu: I am hun!
Sands: And may I ask what's making you smile this time? :)
Heartbeaps: Take this blog as a book that you read occassionally. How much would you want to interpret?
Shekar: I will!
Alex: I died a million times. And you know what a million means.
Buzz: Most welcome!
Mez: Hey when did you come back?
Prakar: Thanks so much.
Zaza: Yes it did.
Icecakefumes: Not so easily dear. Peaceful pain rather!
madam tussi aagaye.. maine tu soocha tha ki mere bekwafoo waale question se taang aakar aap chale gaye.... ;)
so may i ask how was u r vacation.. felt the monsoon ???
No ... you may not ask that question! ;)
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