Just My Pointless Ramblings

  Overthinking is the bane that grips me and crushes my soul, ‘What-ifs?’ clouding my mind, Each scenario planned out with precision when I daydream, This poem is the proof of the same, I went, what-if if life is a wonderful coincidence, What-if it is all planned out in advance, And I am just unknowingly playing my part, Pulled by the strings of fate. Is life a wonderful coincidence? Or just a bunch of random events with no meaning whatsoever? Out of all the permutations and combinations, When the odds are 7.8 billion to 1, And in this entire existence of your human life, I think there might be a few people who actually know you, Despite the internet and including the people on the internet, Maybe even less if your introverted… What are the odds? 7.8 billion to 20. 780,00,00,000 to 20. If I say it is a coincidence, Then honestly it is too much of a coincidence, That you met a bunch of 20 random people out of 7.8 billion, Who may or may...

  Jiya linked her arms with Naman as she climbed onboard the yacht. The Seafarer was stunning indeed. The wooden paneled upper deck was quite spacious. The Japanese bamboo lamps illuminated the deck with a warm incandescent yellow, giving off a homey vibe. The edges of the deck were dotted with plush white couches replete with blue cushions for the guests to sit and relax as they enjoyed the sea. On the center of the deck was a live barbeque counter for ‘from the fire to the plate’ experience. The culinary play of the chef adding to the atmosphere as children watched in awe, the sizzling flames which seemed to touch the sky.   “How pretty,” Jiya said taking in the surroundings. Naman hummed in reply. “We should buy a yacht too.” “I don’t want to burn millions,” Naman huffed. “Oh, come on.” “It is actually a waste of money.” “I know. But it is pretty. I work sixteen hours a day, including the weekends. I deserve it and I can afford it. I rarely take vacations an...