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Bohat arsay baad aik nazm likhnay lagi thi. Balkay likhnay kia lagi thi, wo nazm hi mujhay likh rahi thi. Unwaan tha ‘be-dili’. Aur phir pehla misra tumhe be-dili se sochnay par tha. Uskay bad aik khayal ata lekin shaam ke dhal janay aur khuwab ke ban janay ka darr… agay aik lafz kam reh gaya. Jo cigarette ka sar hota hai na? Usay masalna tha. Lekin na lafz aya na baat bani. Hath jo kehtay kehtay uper utha tha phir hawa me hi reh gaya. Bhai ne dekh kar poocha, “you are in love, right?” Mai munh bana ke reh gai.

I am in love, right? Duh I’m in love. With what, I don’t know. I am so disconnected from myself, or maybe I’m just so connected with myself that I’ve lost the ability to touch on the surface of things (or thoughts?) and say this is this and that is that. I can’t say these words are true. I can’t say they are not. I don’t know.

Kuch zamana beeta hai mai araam se nazmen likh sakti thi. Araam se tou nahi khair, jahan shairi hai wahan aaraam kahan. Magar phir bhi kabhi na kabhi. Aik khaas kefiyat hoti thi. Aisay tou mai pehlay kitabain bhi bohat parh leti thi ab arsa hua.

I just cannot. I haven’t read a proper book in a proper sitting like a proper reader since ages. The last was All the light we cannot see which is now in my taaaaaall pile of unfinished ones. I did translate a huge chapter though. It was on Islam and science and reason and modernism and everything like that. A good experience – both in terms of subject and skill.

It’s gonna be sehri time here. I made a fruit-oatmeal smoothie yesterday jiska oatmeal part no one liked and smoothie they all did. Lol. I heard it was healthy like that but I guess I’ll omit the oatmeal now.

Nah, I’m not much of a kitchen person. But it’s Ramadan, so… oh, happy Ramadan to you!

I was surprised to find my blog stats increasing so rapidly! 185 views on August 3, whats so special? I didn’t even post anything that day! And oh I just found out what had done the magic! Its this prompt I had submitted to the Daily Post which had been accepted this soon unexpectedly and posted on August 3. A total of ninety-five bloggers have already submitted their letters and I feel like cursing myself for not knowing it before! 😦 (and somehow I have made them all count their envious moments)

The Green Eyed Monster-

Anyways happy it got there, and now I should be posting my letter- though it had to be all anonymous.

Maybe being envious is another way of appreciating someone else. Someone said when you hate someone, you are probably jealous of them. And if you are jealous, you surely secretly admire them.

So heya all featured bloggers!

You got your way to the Freshly Pressed! Some of you got featured there twice- or thrice! Which is ridiculously awesome!! So well- no, I am not jealous. I am just...well, confused? 
I mean why no me? :D
You see, getting FP is like a WOW and you all get to have that honorable position! Its the position I dream of- though okay I don't really deserve it but well, I don't see how you get it. (And that's what all green eyed suffer from, right?)
Anywaaaaaaaaays, barrels of congratulations! :P

To be honest, I can not think of someone else that I am jealous of. There is this story I am writing about ‘Pride and Jealousy’ which is all I can think of and which I had in mind while submitting the prompt. Its about two cousins, Pride and Jealousy themselves, and their qualities have been characterized there. I pretty much love the story myself but it has got its ending undone. So I shall be publishing it later-

Anyhow, that was all about the monstrous part. Here is a collage of all the green I could capture: