Drafts : Few Things Left Unsaid

My friend Rob of The V-Pub has invited me to a five day challenge. The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”. Rob’s blogs are so humorous and insightful, that they never fail to bring a smile on my face. Please visit his blog any time you feel too stressed out about life 🙂 Today, is my first day of the challenge.

My first write up is about : “Things Left Unsaid”. A lot of times, as we grow up, we deliberately move away from expressing how we feel. We STOP expressing. We stop telling our loved ones how much we love them, we stop saying thank you when we feel grateful, we stop saying sorry just because our ego comes in between. These are the things growing up teaches you.

But today, as you read this, I want you to go back in time when you were a carefree child and never thought twice before expressing how you felt. By no means, I intend to preach being insensitive and inconsiderate towards how others feel and be brutal, on the other hand I want you to spread love, smiles, joy & kindness all around. And guess what, they are free !! It only takes a few loving words and a smile on your face. ….Because at the end of the day, you should not be left feeling empty & shallow regretting for things you “wish” you did !!

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable

I regret not the things I’ve done, but those I did not do.

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Sonia’s Diary, June 17 2015: (Protagonist from my Short Story Blog : “Always”)

Today I was running a search on my email id. There was a particular email address whose communication I wanted to find. As I ran through the search, I was surprised to find so many messages in my “Drafts” folder. I don’t know what occurred to me. All of a sudden. That I ran this email search. That I read every single email all over again in my drafts. That I read every mail chain we exchanged. That I re read some of the messages, I so much wanted to send to “that” email id, and ended up sending to myself. What was wrong with me ?

When did I change ? And more importantly, why did I change ? When I look back , I was an 18 something teenager who fell madly in love with you. Someone who believed in never holding back any emotion and expressed any feeling straight without caring for the consequences.

As I look today at myself today , I some how feel ashamed of the reflection that looks back at me. When did I start restraining and holding back my emotions ? Why did I stop reaching out to you ? How could I stop telling you what you mean to me ? How well I had learnt to fake a smile when from the inside I was wailing ! Indeed I was a quick learner. Everyone admires my life. I know up to some extent, you too. But what they see from far is the beauty I show them. No one knows how badly my soul is wounded.

I regret giving up . I gave up telling you how badly I NEED you back. Telling you how madly I love you and will love you. Reminding you – Always. I regret for the drafts and the mails I sent to myself instead of sending them to you. I regret giving up on you. Like a flooded river, tears are flooding down my eyes.

And even today, I save one more draft in your memory. I hope some crazy night I become that Fearless teen again and hit the send button without caring for the consequences.

Today, I nominate Supreet, of TheOnlySsup. The rules are as follows:

“Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”.


57 thoughts on “Drafts : Few Things Left Unsaid

  1. Wow!!!
    Its just a amazing and very different attempt of this challenge .
    Few things left Unsaid
    just because be don’t have courage to do,
    just because we think what other think
    just because we hesitate.
    always listen to your heart
    and express, express what you feel

    ❤ ❤ ,

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  2. It’s not often we read of someone reveal their deepest feelings, and in this case, some beautifully written heart felt words. Regrets are part of life and I don’t know a person who doesn’t have regrets. Thank you for an amazing response to the 5 day challenge.

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  3. Wow, you stringed some of my emotions here Hemali. God, I am all nostalgic. You know, with all the chain of events happening in my life, this is something I usually ponder upon, I keep thinking that why can’t just open up and reveal my whole self? Why do I have to dissemble my emotions and my feelings? but then I feel, what if I do it and the person doesn’t bother or care. It will shatter me.
    Truly speaking, I am scared and I am so not brave to face the consequences.
    One of the best write ups I have ever read, I guess coz it’s directly from your heart! ❤

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    • You read in between the lines Preeti, which indeed is such a rare quality… I have been where you are/ have been, so I can totally relate to all the turmoil 🙂
      And yes you guessed it right, its straight from the heart ❤


  4. This post is tempting Himali, like, should I let him read my poem? Hehe. But thanks for letting me read this.

    Lots of love,

    Ps. I so wanted to search u on facebook and add u as a friend :p

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  5. Ohhhhhhh, the sad thing is that as we grow older, we have more experiences. And many of these experiences can be unpleasant ones. And these unpleasant experiences cause us to close up. To fear. To not be vulnerable. Because when we are vulnerable, we open ourselves up to be hurt, yet again. This is such a sad reality, isn’t it.
    Thank you for being so honest and open with us Himali. It takes strength and courage to do so.
    🙂 ❤

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    • You’ve so right put it Stacily, some experiences change us and indeed we fear to get hurt.. I wish to lend some courage through this post to anyone who has shunned away from expressing how their heart feels 🙂

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