Archee Pal

Because I don't re-read my old books, the cover was changed with the same story. The same starting, the same love and the same ending. Time was short because I knew it's the same book and I turned the pages faster than I did the last time. I could smell the story and it was all same with the same intensity. I hurried towards the end... Ghosh! It was same like the last time. Every ending comes with a reason but what when the cover is changed? I would want the end to be changed too atleast if not the whole story. I wouldn't fear reading it but I would want a new end every time. Stopping him would've been stupid. Not that I never wished to but I knew making efforts wouldn't do good to me anyway. It would worsen my own situation— fear, pain and a lot of broken pieces all together once again! #love #reasons #heart #broken #newbook

I was trying to run away and I did for a distance Soon I found myself turning back to your direction. I can't run away from you tho I want to I can't hate you tho I don't want to love you either I would do anything to get rid of the heartstrings that you once tied together and forgot to separate. Yes you said SEPARATION, but the hearts didn't listen. The strings don't let me run and everytime I try to break them, I hurt myself. They are so tightly bound that now even the thought of someone else hurts me... Thi I'm done trying to get back to you either!

What was the last time you couldn't sleep?   Hey, I'm not asking about when the electricity was a problem or when you already slept for hours in day. I'm asking about the time when everything was usual but something still clinged you to the headphones and nothing else. What was the last time? Weren't you falling in love right then? Was the person right for you? Maybe or maybe not. We never know who's right untill we risk to conquer a relationship with them. And for me, a relationship is like a book. It has an end. The slower you read, the later you reach the end. You'll eventually have to end it. Why not read fast and more? Every book is knowledgeable and gaining knowledge is no wrong. Just that mine give me experience. So yes, I compare my relationships to books and it works. Every book has a different story and different theme— some are emotional, some scarry while others be thriller. I love reading them and I don't cry when it ends because I al

I'm really sorry people for even I don't know what I had written in the past week. It might be because of exams or some other reasons. The least I can say is that I'll make sure that every post from now onwards is worth reading and you guys would be loving it. Thanks for tolerating the piece of shit 😂 Sorry again!

Yes we ended two months after the perfect relationship but still I'm here, writing things for our happy 1 year. It's painful yet soothing to recall that past which would never be future. How many of us write good about our past ones? Rare ones... Let me be one— It was raining heavily and there I was wondering if things would be worsen than they were with the other guys? My plans used to fail with everyone. And this time, it was him. I wanted to meet him. It was going to be the first meeting. I did not dress up too nicely because it was raining and he was supposed to pick me up from outside the colony and I had to walk down that path for him. The rain was beautiful but it was making us seem impossible. I called him— 'Hey love! It's raining and I'm worried how would you come?' I sounded worried thou I wanted him to come anyway while on the other side, he was rather curious and replied 'Baby, I'm already here in my car. I'm worried if you would be a

It was 2 in the afternoon when the phone beeped. It was a WhatsApp messenge and kinda unexpected one since the breakup. Not that he only texted me but now no one does. I've little isolated myself. It was an unknown number and... It was hers... That b*tch— 'Had you been to his place yesterday?' she had asked. Wtf was she asking? I had not even seen him after that day when his mom shouted at me. And here she was... Asking me if I were still in contact with him? 'No' I replied immediately. 'Hope you don't talk to him anymore!' 'Obviously not' 'Good' 'Why did you ask me?' 'I saw a girl going towards his place. I doubted if it were you?' she said and it was such a lie. Even if it were me, was she expecting an acceptance? I was unable to decide if she was fool enough or was she trying to be over smart? Maybe she was just trying to tease me and that was enough actually. She isn't allowed to ask me about his boyfrie

Dear love! Oh, it sounds amazingly​ disturbing to hear the word 'love' from me right? Obviously we ended long ago and I still love you. Not that I never tried relationships but then, every of them ended like a book. I continued to read more and more and now I've become a good reader. I judge the books easily and read them quickly. Now these books don't make me cry anymore. But the only irony is that everytime I buy a book and start reading, I know it's gonna end. Maybe that's the strength or maybe it's just the way I think. Nothing's really disappointing anymore. All the books I'm reading give me a good lesson and I never want to re-read any of them but... When it comes to you, I still want you. Whenever I'm with my friends and we discuss the relationships, it reminds me of you and the more memories come ahead, the more I crave for you. I know you wouldn't be reading this anyway but I needed to write this to you. I needed to tell you that

FWB— Friends with benefits Yesterday, I went to a cafe with my friend. We ordered some good food and sent a really good quality time. It took us 2 complete hours to make a decision to leave the beautiful place. We asked the waiter for the bill and he asked us to pay at the counter. I went towards the counter to pay the bill that's when I saw this guy. He stood 5'11" and was dressed up all in black. He was attractive but no. I didn't want to repeat the same mistake again. I came out after paying off and soon I realised that I friend of mine who used to visit the cafe regularly might have been knowing him. I asked him to contact him for me and before I could have narrated the complete scene, he said 'Dear, he wouldn't take you as his girlfriend because he's already having hot chicks in fwb with him.' I was listening all this for the first time. I didn't know the meaning of fwb and he narrated me that it's friends with benefits. He also tol

Whenever you've had a heart break, you try to destroy yourself. It's the human nature to get angry and when someone is out of our reach, we start burning ourselves slowly. Let's get towards the best solution I've found... Here in this post, I'll be telling you some good ways to overcome​ the so called depression and anxiety— (P.S— it's for girls only.) Face it: We want to run away from the memories to run away from the pain and the reality. First of all, accept the things mentally and know that nothing can be turned back. Start thinking about how it started and where(if) you were wrong? Was it your fault even? Then think of the beautiful memories once again and realise they were fake. Everything—those promises, late night hangouts and those gifts too. Gifts! Throw them away right now. Don't keep memories. Delete the number, burn the photographs to ashes and then throw everything away he gave you. Life will start to fall good beneath your feet if you

Whoa! The guy I thought would never leave just did the same. It's painful to accept the reality over his fake promises. Should I cry or should I die? Wait darling. Keep kalm and look through it. If he was a cheater, let him fly to his own death. You're so much beautiful that even he couldn't handle that right? You never lied/cheated because that's what you never learned and he did. Think twice if you should destroy yourself for the very wrong person or make them realise that their decision of leaving you was bad enough to burn them and good enough to free you to fly.

'I knew you would do this' 'How would you know that?' 'I know you babe!' This is how some people react. They say they know me completely. They know the reasons I shed tears for. They know the reasons I sometimes lie for and they even know the things I never speak.  Dear loved ones! You know what? You just know all that I tell you.  I cry with you because I want to tell you I'm fucking crying. It's for no reason but I sometimes need a comfy shoulder. I lie so less professionally like I'm easy to catch but you don't. You're busy wih the same at the opposite side. And the last one... You just know all that I tell you and want you to know. So just keep calm and let me live in peace. Stop telling me that you know me.  You just know the 1% of me that too that I need you the most!

Such a confusing day man! And there when I was about to hit the menu, my eyes fall on the red blink of mu cell phone. It said I've had a missed call. Maybe mom? I wondered and checked it. No! It was an unknown number but when I dialled it out, the response was so much known to me. I was blocked from the other side. It's the same number I had learnt over night so that I can call that number even if I don't have my own phone. I checked the number and yes, it turned out to be the same here. Why was it so? Why did he call me? I can't take his words 'I miss you'. I'm so much sure that he wouldn't say it too. But what was that he needed to talk about? Did he call me by mistake after all that had happened? I mean agter shouting at me and then blocking me forever and never even turning back to the place I hunt around. He's been missing for so long and turned around now with this really confusing signal. Did he wish to shout on me? But I'm no more in

I really don't know if I'm writing this post because someone has requested me to write it or just he's way too curious to know what I would write when he would ask me to write about what's between us? It wasn't that easy for me to trust people nowadays. But it's always easy to trust old friends that you've stopped talking to anymore or maybe you got too busy? Well, here lies this guy somewhere in the corner of my heart and he's got his place occupied for a really long contract. I don't know what this relationship should be called where we talk for hours over texts and never speak to each other face to face, where he'd abuse my ex with me and make me feel good, where he would ask me stupid questions and always make me feel good. I don't really know if this person holds a special place in my heart or he just perfectly holds a place and is not a friend. Told you— I don't friendzone people. Okay! It's a weird post because I didn

Most commonly used word nowadays. How many of us actually know the real meaning? No one does. Whenever a guy is your good friend and he likes you too, people would call your relationship FRIENDZONE and not friendship. Sometimes the guy himself says the word to foece you into a relationship and gives you mental stress. You know he's the same guy who asked you out and you rejected the proposal, he then asked you to be in a relationship and you rejected that too. The guy finally asked you to stay a good friend and talk whenever he needs you and after insisting way too much, you agreed. Now he's calling it a friendzone. Wow! Seriously man... Hats off. This is what guys do— ask you for a good friendship and blame you for putting them in FRIENDZONE. I hate this word moreover I hate friendship. By soul I'm now the type of girl who would talk to you all day long and wouldn't even tell you a single personal detail of herself. I don't take the friendship thing anymore

You know that you spoiled me way too much. I did not deserve this. Or did I? I've no idea of what wrong did I do to make you feel so arrogant towards me. But I think it's fine. At least you turned me into someone better. Someone you really want to have now. Do you really want me now? Because I just got that text from you telling me that you miss me. So... Do you really miss me now?

Talking to him is still peaceful. Though we never talk about love but his voice still gives me a shiver— the one I believe I would never feel with anyone else. I don't know if I still love him but the thought of never talking to him again is still a nightmare. Even at nights when I feel lonely, I write to him. Ofcourse I save them to the draft before sending and forget to hit send. I still miss him for he made me feel beautiful always and that's what he still does when he steal glances at me. Sometimes I wonder how things change every minute and every second. But it's true that a formal conversation with him is still better than the deep conversations with anyone else. Love is a sacrifice and understanding it at such an early age is a boon! I miss him and I wouldn't get back to him... Obviously one side is his where he's stubborn to the  fact that we don't have a future and the other side is mine where he's like a book that I've read once and would

Oh it's the most common topic to write about. Isn't it? Well, chill out peeps! You know Archee doesn't write what people feel or think. She writes her experience every time. So here it goes... The way I feel towards love— Since the last time I had a terrible breakup, I had almost given up on love. Every love song seemed fake and every promise seemed a lie. I switched to Salena Gomez and had some real counselling sessons. Well, I'm over my past now and what made me believe in love is the mirror. I looked into it and asked myself how someone can't fall in love with me? We find love in others but the love remains inside oneself. That's the irony of life. When you love yourself any less, people try to hurt you and when you love yourself the most, everyone else wants the same. Not everytime love is getting into a relationship. Sometimes it is dressing up like a pro and making the bitches burn off your self-esteem. Sometimes it is hanging out with your friends