Unsaid words...

A lot of people have asked me about the existence of Kiara. Who is Kiara? Many have also accused me of hiding behind Kiara and writing fictional stories based on my life. But trust me if you have read all the posts on my blog, I cannot fall in love so many times. So the question still remains, who is Kiara?  Kiara is just a simple girl, Kiara is an imperfect daughter, she is a perfect sister she is also a crazy friend. Kiara is a girl who wants to fall in love, she wants to feel what it is to feel special and to be loved. She waits for love every day and hopes that her guy is using the right maps to get to her. She sees a million dreams and knows it’s practically impossible to fulfill all but she is trying to get there. She is a girl who loves smiling, she is a girl who loves spreading happiness. There is a little of Kiara in all of us. She knows she’s stuck in the most stupid situations but she enjoys every minute of it. She has her heartbreaks, she has been hurt by people ...

How do you tell your boyfriend that you are not in love with him? How do you tell him that maybe you were never committed or never felt like you were in love? How do you not make it sound mean? How do you not make it sound like he was the one who told you to give it a shot and he completely missed that shot? How would you handle the situation? Would you let go of him or try falling in love? Soft-toys, chocolates, flowers, romantic drives, a hand in hand walk in the rain. All these had never been a part of Kiara’s life. Instead of being too crazy in love, she has just been more practical. Is that the reason that she had not felt love? Is this the reason she wanted someone to sweep her off her feet rather than repeating the same ideas to charm her? Kiara had always been anti-love not because she had never fallen for someone, but because she never felt what it is to be in love. She was in a relationship with Arjun not because she was in love with him but for the reason t...

You were quiet when I wrote for the world, You were quiet when there were many inspirations for me but you. I didn't write for you because I didn't have the right words to put in place, I didn't write for you because I though you deserved more than my utterance. I haven't told you much lately because I have been too busy. I haven't said a deserving thanks to you ever since you have started being my support. I haven't told you that you are worth more than what I can ever describe.  To describe you as a person what can I say? I know you can smile all day and hide everything behind it, I know you will never confess if you are hurt, I know you will never tell me what you feel like doing because you try finding happiness in everything.  I know you are quite a mystery for a reason.  You think I hardly know you or understand you,  But if I wouldn't know you, I wouldn't write. My hand would stop at certain times, my words would jumble.  I am writing for you even...

The first time I saw him, he seemed different from others. That smile, those eyes spoke more than his words. His silence was golden,his words were more precious. He was different from others because his thoughts were different. He was different because he saw the world differently. He laughed at the world, he laughed at their thinking. He respected all, he respected everyone's principles. To describe his smile what can I say?  He smiled looking at people, he smiled at the world,he smiled at every situation. He never complains about his life, he understands people and sometimes expects the same because the first time I saw him, he seemed different from others.

I know I haven't expressed my emotions in front of you.  I know you think I am stone-hearted(maybe I am :P )  Just wanted to tell you it's a very big moment for our family that you are going to study medicine.  We have been together and plotted a lot of kiddish crimes together. We have cycled all day, skated on rough poor Indian roads.  We have invited people for fun and fairs and stupid exhibitions together and seen watched movies with the profit earned.  We have hid and guarded our secrets well (hope you keep them safe forever).  We have got permissions for each other and made back up stories. We have watched gossip girl, castle, CSI, movie marathons, bigg boss, and South Indian dubbed movies together. We have saved each other's skin from our mother's beatings. You have been my younger brother, my sister, my best friend, my crime partner, my elder brother, my wwe tag team partner, and my playstation player 2... I'll miss you because I have seen you grown ...

While the sunset today... I tried making a conversation with you, You heard me but you didn't carefully listen. I told you about al the times when I needed you the most, I kept jogging my memory and I noticed myself all alone standing and fighting the world. While you kept hearing I didn't expect you listen to your faults because it was me who was wrong. I was wrong, I was wrong when I thought you were the only person I could rely on, I was wrong when I thought you were my guardian angel, I was wrong because you were my life, I was wrong because I thought I actually meant the same to you. I was wrong because you made me believe the sun would set and get another brighter day for me. I was wrong because you proved me wrong each day.  I was wrong because the sun had set and you turned around and smiled at me, I smiled at you and realised that I had gone unheard again... -Samanah. Rizvi

A story that I was stuck on, A story that made me think every moment. Why haven’t I completed it yet, when I had known the end throughout? Why have I manipulated the story, when I knew the truth after all? Why didn't I want the readers to read what the truth was? I had too many questions for which I didn't have answers. I was confused and lost. For the first time I had to write what the readers wanted to read. For the first time I hid the truth. For the first time I completed a story that was never meant to have a happy ending. A story that I wrote for the people who believed in happy endings.   -Samanah. Rizvi