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She, He and Love - Chapter 3 I don’t understand why long-distance relationships don’t work. The further you go, the more you love, right? I appeared in the gym only a few seconds before he walked in. He was wearing his best dark-blue tee-shirt and black track pants. With a gym bag hanging from a shoulder, black shades on, a heavy key in a hand, he gave an amazing, rich, heroic entry. Only to be disappointed because she was turned to the wall with headphones on. She had no idea about his entry or presence. That was disappointing because he came this way only to impress her with an amazing entrance. But that disappointment was drowned within a fraction of seconds when he saw her. He saw the side of her face in the mirror and almost dropped his gym bag. He did not know when or for how long he had held his breath. But he had a mixture of intense feelings that were complicated or unknown to literature as a heavy breath slowly leaked out of his nose and mouth. It had just been a week. Bu...

Genre: Non-fiction, self-help Author: Héctor García and Francesc Miralles Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ After a long-term debate with myself, I picked up Ikigai because I was not much of a non-fiction person. I had read a self-help book before, but did not feel very satisfied with it. Or helped, for that matter. This was a reason why I kept procrastinating. But after I started to read the book, I realized how wrong I was. In fact, I am happy I read it. The book introduces us to the very concept of “Ikigai” which means the reason for one’s being. All of us will/would have reached a point of time where we wonder “what am I doing in this life?” No. This book does not answer your question. Instead, it discloses to you its significance and paths to arrive at the answer. And this is done through a thesis-like explanation by exploring the lifestyle of many supercentenarians – mainly focusing on the people living in Okinawa. Okinawa is known to be the home of the largest population of centenarians in the w...

I learn new things every day About myself. I learnt that I could hold my breath Without my knowledge When you spoke to me. I learnt that my heart could beat loud Without any intentions When you came close to me. Learning things about you Was automated, Observing you Was a reflex. You became a habit A chap on my lips, A song in my mind, A nail on my finger, A crown on my head. When girls batted their lashes for you, I stared at you obtrusively without remorse Obtuse enough to make you aware Of my parted lips and blinking captivation. You walked to me like you owned this world I stayed there unwaveringly rooted Like I was your world. I learnt you scurried in, callous, Through the cracks of my heart. You ripped it open enough To feel love all the time I was away from you, To feel pain all the time I was with you. Hands intertwined Or fate? Hit with soft kisses Smothered with cuddles Suffocated with touches I learnt I could be drenched. The next stage w...