Notes of an Overthinker

हम जिसे प्यार समझ बैठे हैं, वो आखिर है क्या? Small pecks on the cheek; looking deeply into each other's eyes; those moments of PDA in the coffee shops and hostel mess; or holding of hands in the shopping mall. Is it all love? Maybe it is too inspiring an effect of the Bollywood, or maybe something that happens too naturally at this age. Whatever it maybe, but it is surely not love. I am certain that it not love because love does not break every six months and because moving forward after a real breakup in not as easy as Yo Yo Honey Singh says. You do not ask your friends to hook up someone with you or to fix a meeting with someone in order to find your soul mate and you certainly do not propose someone only after five minutes of meeting them. You do it only because a girl round your arms compliments your ‘cool boy’ image and because that walking with a boy makes other girls jealous. You want to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend simply because everyone has one; you want t...

"What is this strange thing that I call myself?" This is what Kahlil Gibran quoted in his book of short writings, 'Sands and Foams'; and this is what I have been asking myself and searching for an answer. I have found that people, when they are all alone with me, are at peace. They share their darkest secrets with me. They tell me their life stories, speak about their crushes and loves, their achievements and also the regrets they have in life. People sometimes just talk to me for hours and pour out their hearts to me. They speak things they have never spoken to anyone, tell me their desires and ambitions and share their dreams with me. The important thing to notice is that they do all this very comfortably and willingly, on their own accord. They do not seem to have the slightest hesitation in sharing their lives with me. They somehow, and I don't know why, place full trust and faith in me. Who am I? Nothing more than a plain simple homo sapien. I am not ...