1st April, 1999

To,

The one who called me today….

To the one caller who’s missed call I did pay some attention to…

I was excited to see your missed call, dear.

Thanks for calling ❤

It was a surprise of a lifetime that you actually dialled my number after a gap of years…. 2 years, to be exact…. And hey, you made me happy! Plus, today, it was YOUR BIRTHDAY- the day which I usually spend thinking about you, and thinking about wishing you. But, I always refrain from doing so. Maybe because I feel that you won’t like me calling you anyway, or maybe because I feel you don’t deserve my calls.

You see, you betrayed me, you lied to me… Just too many times, so I felt like a fool, for loving someone who respects me least, much about everyday till forever.

I regret us, even now. I feel we should have met at some other point of time in our lives…. Or maybe we should have related to each other differently at that time. Anyway, we’re both a mess.

I love you.

I loved you. I loved your mess. How you couldn’t be with just one girl. How you still kept trying to love, haha. How you kept trying, yet kept lying… :”)

Anyway, Happy Birthday!

– B. R.

(P.S. the call was just a dream, fortunately…. Your voice was cute though)

As I walk alone…

Green Day. The name I remember. Many people do. But….

We don’t remember the name because we memorised it….. We remember Green Day because it’s a part of our soul…. Green Day lives in our hearts.

Green Day… That boyband with the trio of Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tré Cool…. you guys stole our hearts…. Surprisingly, we love to love you guys…. And are more than lucky to keep Green Day in our hearts forever.

American Pop, Punk, Rock…. yeah…. We could categorise the band into these particular music genres….

But Green Day, you were so much more than just an American Pop Punk Rock band… You touched souls of every music lover out there. You made us all long for guitars. You made us see the beauty in the darkness of life.

Don’t really know why, but I love Green Day. I’ve got childhood nostalgia related with their songs, and there’s no way to make me stop loving Green Day. Never. I love music. And Green Day is a big part in my definition of What’s Music?

By the way, the band also has had the contribution of some past members, beside the prime trio. And James performs alongside them during their concert tours.

Green Day, an all time teenage favourite, really was to the point in capturing our emotions which are always floating around our chaotic minds.

I really hope another revolutionary rock and roll band comes into the spotlight…. And helps us relive some Green Day-like magic.

But truth be told…. There can’t be another Green Day. It’s the one and only.

Green Day is an emotion.

– B. R. ♡

Stalkers Lovers Strangers

Have you even been listening?

Have you been reading this?

Have you stopped me from doing all this? I’m sorry I had to do this... I had to blog. I wanted the world to know my thoughts…. to know my love for you….

And blogging was the only way… to do this….. to tell the world how much you mean to me… To express my thoughts because I cannot share them with you anymore. We don’t talk anymore… we just think about each other sometimes, and it’s never really positive thoughts…. it’s not even negative, but I can’t say it gives us butterflies anymore… We are not lovers anymore…. We’re just strangers now…. First Love maybe and I wished it would have been the last for both…

Unfortunately I cannot make love last. Maybe we don’t deserve it… maybe I don’t deserve you, maybe you don’t deserve me, maybe we don’t deserve love. It could also be that it was a right love at the wrong time.

But anyway I still wonder if you ever think about me, miss me, and maybe read my blogs.

Do you?

You do miss me don’t you….. I hope you do, because I believe it was not fake whatever we had. For me it was all real… don’t know about you. I hope feelings were mutual.

So tell me…

Are we just strangers, exes, past lovers…. Maybe destined to love again. Maybe this time we can make it till the end of time.

Stop stalking me… Just call me someday…. On April fools Day maybe? Don’t You Wanna make a fool of me again?

B. R. ♡

Excuse me… My boyfriend’s ex?

Why does he love you more than he loves me?

Did you have to come first? Always first in his mind. First in his life.

He remembers last new year. Says it was a very nice day. And he says that this new year sucks. Last new year, perhaps you were there. This time, I’m here. Still, you’re the one he remembers.

You dated several people at the same time, ignored him, gave him pain. I healed his wounds as much as I could.

Now he wounds me so that he can fill his own wounds left by you. You left him. Now he leaves me alone, not just alone, but he left me lonely.

Ex… Aren’t you? So, why are you unintentionally disturbing his present girl? Does she deserve this? Does she need to suffer from all of this just because of you… Indirectly it’s you. You’re causing me pain…. Because you gave him pain, and now he gives me the pain. I can take all the pain he wants to give me, but for how long? How long will I survive like this?

Answer me.

With Love and Confusions,

Bhabana Rabha.

💕

January’s comin’ back baby!

2:27 AM, Monday♡

Heyyyy!

… Guys! Whatcha doing?

I’m supposed to be sleeping right now. It’s 2:29 AM right now, and it’s night time. It’s cold and I’m not even inside the blanket. My head hurts. I can barely keep myself awake. I feel deoxygenated. But at least I’m happy. Kind of overthinking. But, overthinking in a good way. Good thoughts. Powerful thoughts. I feel good inside. My ears are listening. Listening… to Without Me by Halsey.

I’m loving it. Loving the song. It’s nothing, but this me moment feels nice. I miss someone. I’m hurt by many. I expect apologies and regret from some. And I also wish some people would forgive me. Understand that when I did what I did, it may have seemed wrong to them, but no I didn’t wanna hurt anybody. Nor save myself. I just did what I thought was right. And I really was. And I still am. I wanna apologize only because people were hurt. But deep down, I know I’m right. Well, my nose is hurting I don’t know why. I’m not even suffering from cold rn. Still. Yeah well, I don’t know why.

I think I should just shut up my mind and get some sleep. ☺

Oh wait…. I forgot to tell ya guys… Today’s the last Monday of 2018. And the last day of December. Last day of 2018. And January’s comin’back baby! ♡

Nah. I’m not actually excited much. But yeah I am happy I’m leaving behind things. And people. I would be able to say… That “you belong to last year. Now go live without me.”

Haha. I’m not evil, dude.

It’s just the truth.

I let people walk all over me. Let them take advantage of me. And they leave me, after taking me for granted, thinking they could live without me.

They don’t know that I was the one who healed them. And when they get up on their feet again, they step on me and walk away easily.

Nah. I’m not frustrated. I love what people do to me. I like the pain. It’s what I live for. I love to be used by people for rescuing themselves and hurting me in return. Thanks. I love such people. ♡

But yeah.

January’s here.

Y’all are gone cases.

Haha.

It’s my time now.

Now show me.

That you can live without me. I wanna see how that happens.

Happy last day of 2018 to my fella bloggers and wanderers!

With Love,

Bhabana Rabha.

💗

Harrassment, in the name of Love? (By Bhabana Rabha)

So most of us do know what harrassment is, and what love is.

Harassment is well, a Verb.

Love is, a feeling, an action, its something infinite, which can’t be described in words alone.

So… While

• Harrassment stings, love supports.
• Harrassment is forceful, love is independent.
• Harrassment breaks us down, but love renews the soul.
• Harrassment kills a person inside, forever, while love builds a strong-willed individual.

But at the same time, we can also point out similarities between harassment and love… But we aren’t here to talk about how harassment is different or similar to love… We are here to talk about how, harassment is often used in the name of love.

Harrassment is not scolding your kid because she kicked her teachers in school. Harassment is not slapping around your loony friends because its fucking Slap Day in February.

Harrassment means harm.

🔵 When you hurt someone, either physically or mentally, for no greater good, but for your own damned pleasure, it means you have been harassing that someone. 🔵

Well, blaming an innocent someone that he or she is a harasser, while they are definitely innocent, is also a kind of harrassment, my dear.

In the name of something as pure as love, we harass. Yes. All of us have done it. Admit it, will ya? Perhaps not huge ones, but here and there, you must have done it sometime.

• Kicked, punched or beaten up someone first?
• Verbally mocked someone in front of them?
• Did you ever backbite?
• Ever put someone down, to save yourself and maintain your glory?
• Ever threatened someone to the point of tears? (They may not have cried in front of you)
• Left someone waiting for no gain of theirs?
• Told brutal lies which were pointless, and only hurt someone?
• Spread shameful rumours?
• Body shamed someone?
• Ever said ‘no’ to a person when your ‘yes’ could have done wonders for everyone?
• Ever ignored some people, because you felt yourself to be more superior?

Did you ever? Now don’t mumble “Never have I ever…”

These are just small examples of harrassment I gave. The really big ones, I don’t even need to mention. We can hear about them almost everywhere… “The husband slapped the wife because she wasn’t giving her salary to him”, “The bullies have injured my son because he refused to take drugs”, and so on… Just so many examples are there. And, these things are so realistic, and yet so unbelievable unless it happens to us!

People rape, people molest in the name of love. Most importantly, they think harassment is a form of Self Love! They, for the sake of their own satisfaction, ruin people’s lives.

Please, do not use harrassment, in the name of love.

Movies or Books?

Heya🙋 fellas and peoples ^_^

WELCOME TO BHARAT SE NAMASTEY 🌹 (kudos to you all for bearing me since the last 15 years, and last 15 blogs)

Today we shall talk about movies… And maybe, books? But…… Books or movies? Or movies or books? 🐇

I really don’t know…

Butzzzz,

One thing I do know,

Once we read a book, we don’t find interest in the movie which is based on the same book. 🐇 As in, if you have read the Harry Potter books, then you wouldn’t think the movie is as good as the book itself!

And similarly, once we watch a movie, we don’t find the book it is based on, as interesting as the movie itself. 🐇 As in, if you have already watched the Harry Potter series on digital files, then you won’t be able to focus on reading the book!

Again, there are few exceptional people in this case, so I’m only discussing about the majority of movie + book fandom fellas.

Okay I am feeling sleepy🐰

Bye for now, beautiful ^_^

Love, Bhabana 👼.

Mixtape

Recently, I read in The perks of being a Wallflower, where the protagonist, 15 year old Charlie, made mixtapes a few times… And that was actually my first time when I understood what a Mixtape is.

A combination of songs and feelings and vibes and well, a piece of the person’s heart. ❤

That’s a mixtape, I think. ^_^

My brother recently made a Mixtape which he is playing loud now… And I’m lovin it! More than McDonald’s. (Well, honestly, I never even tasted anything from McDonald’s hehe^_^)

Some of the songs are…

1. Tu Ashique
2. No type

Hanuman Chalisa🙏 also…

And some more songs… I don’t know the names.

By the way, have a nice time wherever you are, whomever you are, my fellow bloggers🌸

Love,

Bhabana Rabha.

Hopeless Love?

So. Hopeless Love. Right, that’s the title of today’s blog.

You know love?

The feeling that’s too good to be true and so completely innocent and blah blah and blah.

Well, love is Hopeless. I repeat, Hopeless.

Knock knock. Who’s there?

A hug for you.

And then kisses…

And some hugs….

Lastly, sex.

Then, the knock knocks STOP.

Forever.

Wonder why??

Because love is hopeless.

When you feel its love, its always infatuation, and lust. An invitation for Destruction of our Mental health.

When it will be love, true love in its realest sense, then, you won’t even feel it. It will be proved to you that this love is real, and not be based on just mere feelings!

– Bhabana Rabha ♥

Exams are going on? Well, mine too.