Today is a Hindu celebration, Day of Silence, or Nyepi, which observed in Bali, Indonesia. The day is reserved for self-reflection. Today everything is closed in Bali including the airport. To those who observe Nyepi, wish you a peace & quite day. Photo here is a Janger costume, a Balinese traditional dance, we performed the dance with @gamelan.sekar.jaya a few years back. #celebrateculture#indonesia
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At 5 in morning it is sometimes not weird to feel numb and swallow your pain down.
I have done it for many nights. But this time it is in morning when my darkness as well your memories are about to leave me.
This is not first time it has happened. Maybe, I never noticed under peer pressure and bottle of old monk but today I am alone.
Sometimes I feel that the goodbye you said at last moment had more mass than all my 'I love yous' till now. All the time I rested my head on your chest, and made talked about stars and galaxy, were these moments too less to be prioritized.
I have not started taking 3 meals a day yet. I have not stopped talking uselessly about all random shits of universe.
But there are some questions I want to ask you!
Will you answer them?
Have you given her all the rights of your things like you gave me, like your arm her pillow, you lap her comfort zone?
Do you also kiss her goodbye after dropping home and ask her to take care with same passion you asked me?
Do you take advice from her like you took mine on what to wear for presentation in office?
But wait, these questions I will ask you when I will get answer to all questions that my conscience asked me on the day you deserted my heart.
These questions never let me sleep peacefully. They shout at me and talk rudely like you did when I asked that 'what is good in her and not me?' But still, I have something that I changed in myself.
Knowing that you were the one to push my car in river, I have stopped loving you.
When that vicious and coy smile flashes in front of my eyes, I laugh at my own misery and foolishness.
I wonder if I would have given you that cyanide mixed coffee, I might be alive and giving that smile to you at your misery and foolishness.