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Cold

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The nights are getting colder, the cool in the breeze is sweet. For now. It shall in the coming months become sharp enough to pierce through my skin.

The nights are getting colder. Do you sometimes, just sometimes, think about holding me in your arms too?

-K. © Khushbu M Luhar ’22

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You always hand over the good things first; here is my laughter, here is my confidence, here is the part of me I think is cute and worth loving. Eventually you close your eyes and hold out something heavy – here is the thing you might leave me for.
If you’re lucky, they pick it up easily. If you’re lucky, they’ll let you hold theirs too.

– Rebeka Anne, the good and the difficult

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Love.

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But love isn’t like that.

Love doesn’t have to be out of the world. It doesn’t have to be extraordinary. It doesn’t always have to be the most romantic thing ever. Love doesn’t have to be over the top. Love doesn’t always have to be in fairy tales.

Because, Love, can be found in most mundane of the places. And it will be the most beautiful thing in your life which will give you your fair share of tears but a big share of laughs. Sometimes, it will also seem bad but never to make you realize that it really is. It will give you a reason to believe in yourself when the world plots against you. It will sometimes be brutal to you to only have you come back stronger. You will realize that sometimes, true love is enough for all the lifetimes.

Sometimes you find love and sometimes, love finds you.

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-K.

(Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’19)

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Weird, isn’t it?

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Sometimes, just a meeting with one person is enough and sometimes, not even hundreds of meetings with someone else can give you that joy, that peace the other one gives you, no matter what.

Weird it is, isn’t it?

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मेरा अंश|pt7

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ये जिंदगी के, दिन कितने कम है
कितने हैं खुशियाँ, और कितने गम है
पर इन सब में ही तो तू और मैं ढूँढते “हम” हैं
ये प्यार भी बड़ा पागल सा है,नाराज़ तू है और बेचैन हम हैं।

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-K.

© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’19.)

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My excerpt pt.5

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Maybe in two years

maybe in five

maybe in ten

and sometimes, maybe when you have no years left on stakes

You realise that, not facing the problem only lets the problem have the audacity to look you in the face.

You realise that maybe facing them was a better option and maybe conversating was better than all those concoctions.

There comes a time when you realise that, the things you were running away from aren’t really running away from you. You might leave them far away, but they still exist, some where in some time, hidden from the range of your eyes but never really hiding.

Sometimes, you do. Sometimes, you don’t. Sometimes, you don’t want to.

You see, some people predict the weather and stay home, some people feel the droplets falling onto their skin and run away to find the shelter, some people simply get wet.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

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Don’t give up

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Life

Life was there with you

From the very beginning

Even before you saw this world with those little eyes

Even before you learnt how to sit, crawl and walk

Even before the first time you felt sad and cried in vain

Even before someone left you and you heard the sound of your heart break

Even before you failed all the attempts after giving it a several takes

So you see,

Life was and is there for you

Life didn’t let you go when you wanted to let go of it

Life never gave up on you

It’s time, that you too, don’t.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

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Fiction#1

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You once asked me

How am I different

How am I not like her

I never gave an answer

Because I never had one

Atleast the one that would fit your preference

But here it goes;

She might compliment you upon how fly you look

How your hair looks perfect and your body? Oh, always in shape

But

I’ll take my time to compliment your eyes

So majestic under the sunlight

And how after, the smile that comes

Making your eyes twinkle making me believe that the stars do come out in the sun.

She might tell you ways on how to handle your problems, how to keep trying

But

I’ll stand with you through them, always be your spine.

She would ask you what’s your result after the exam

But

I’ll never have to ask, my faith is enough to tell me you’d excel in any task.

She may give you goosebumps upon what she says or does

But

I’ll give you the sensations so strong, with every breath, you’d feel your heart beat burst.

She may refuse coming out to the lawn that night, when it’s cold

But

I’ll count the shimmering stars with you wrapped around me even after the air gets old.

She might be ready to untuck her pants and keep her clothes aside

But

I’ll be ready to give up all my ego, take off all my pride.

She may try finding a forever which will probably fall apart

But

I’ll make it happen, make it last.

She might not mess with you to stop fights

But

I’ll fight with you just like you’re mine.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

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The void

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You know you are in trouble

When someone’s absence has your eyes filled with tears the whole time

When everytime you have to smile, it feels like you might start crying

Has that ever happened to you?

If not, you are really lucky

And

If yes, then I am sorry

I understand how it feels like

How you feel that there’s a void in your chest

Which nothing would be able to fulfil

How you want yourself to detach from the world

In complete isolation

Until that one person comes back

But

Time passes, as it always does

And you start to fall in love all over again

This time, with the loneliness

And this time, it’s hard

Hard to choose between

The one who wasn’t there when you needed him the most

and the one

Who was always there for you

Now,

The choice, is yours

and mine

We will see who wins this time!

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)