Sharon Eappen

(Written again on one of those hours I was supposed to be studying. Some things are just hobbies you can't give up and sometimes, just sometimes, they can be therapy.)       I think of you on spring nights, the warm and the cold, the eerily silent. I think of you as the bird flaps its wings trying to make its first flight like the ones in my balcony just did. I think of you when I think of all the Harry Potter books I've read and all the morals and values they taught me, of friendship and bravery but also of depth of each character - a certain amount of light in every "bad" character, a certain amount of darkness in every "good" character.       I think of you as the night unfolds into its peak hour, enveloping us all into its thick black blanket. I think of you in those dreams I get, of two men walking into my room and telling me to deny Jesus, yelling into me and my shivering tongue, shivering I say, but it's almost p...

Note to the Reader : I have no idea how writings about such topics spring out of me at odd times. I wasn't in love when I wrote this. However, I must've seen too many relationships that I couldn't agree with that must've made me write this. For a long time I refused to post this or send it around although a lot of my friends insisted that I do. I post this now as it brings back a lot of memories of me writing between my study hours and editing before bedtime.       When you fall in love, you must do so passionately. Love isn't just the feeling, it's more than the hormones and the goosebumps you get when he's around. Love is when you're ready to turn things upside down just to accommodate another living soul into your heart. It's when all the emotions you left behind come springing above, telling out to you that it's time. But love isn't turning into something else for the other person. It isn't you losing yourself, it's b...