Caps Lock Creativity

[Chapter 2] Eyeconic – Because his eyes deserve verses no poet could craft. They say when you love someone, you start loving everything they love. Sounds poetic, right? Well, in reality, it’s less poetry and more absolute madness. One moment, you’re a sane, logical human being, and the next, you’re out there Googling obscure facts about something you never cared about—just because he does. Case in point: Harry Potter . Did I grow up obsessed with it? Nope. Did I ever watch the movies? Not even a single one. Did I know the difference between a Dementor and a Democracy? Not really. But did I spend an unreasonable amount of time and effort trying to get my hands on a Harry Potter toy from Kinder Joy just because he wanted one? Absolutely . The obsession ran so deep that the juniors of mine ended up scavenging stores, trying to find one for me as a farewell gift. And me? The girl who once thought Dobby was some kind of WiFi device was now suddenly deep-diving into the House Elf Rights Move...

Democracy or Hypocrisy?  I have never been someone who easily gets emotional over movie scenes. Even when a story tugs at my heart, tears rarely follow. But this time I couldn’t hold back. Recently, I went to watch Chhaava , a historical film on the life of Chhatrapati Sambhaji Maharaj. Growing up, history was never a likable subject to me. It always felt like a tedious exercise—memorizing dates, names, and the never-ending Mughal hierarchy, which I despised. Eventually, I lost all interest in the subject. But Chhaava proved me wrong. History was never dull; we were simply never taught it the right way. More importantly, we were never taught the right history. Our textbooks spoke of Aurangzeb’s destruction—his ruthless demolitions of thousands of temples in the North. But they never told us about the Marathas, who protected and preserved the sacred temples in the South. We were taught the decline of Bharat, its invasions, its plundered wealth, and its losses. But where were the st...

 [Chapter 2]  Clairvoyant   - Seeing a future with someone, even when they don’t. And the story ends... Well, that’s what everyone thought. For days, my poetry carried a weight it never had before, each word soaked in a sorrow unfamiliar to my writing. My friends began to assume this was the final chapter—the tragic ending to a story they had been reading all along. Really? The End? No, darling. Not this soon. Yes, I won’t deny that sorrow washed over me, but tell me—what meaning does light hold if you’ve never known darkness? What depth does joy have if you’ve never tasted sorrow? I don’t turn away from this pain—I accept it. I take pride in the way I preserved my softness, in how I refused to let heartbreak distort into resentment. My love never soured, and my devotion remained intact, even under the weight of disappointment. At one point, I did consider retreating. Deleting our conversations, removing his presence from my life, closing the door and never knocking again...

 [Chapter 2] Scarlet - Pain that shapes who we become  Time has a cruel way of shifting realities in the blink of an eye. The story that once felt like a dreamy Bollywood romance, filled with laughter and heart-fluttering moments, now stands eerily still—like a garden that suddenly forgot how to bloom. The happiness I carried for him, has now dissolved into something I never anticipated— Tears . Not because he did something wrong. Not because of some tragic betrayal. But because of a single sentence—just a few words strung together that managed to dismantle everything I had quietly built in my heart. I don’t even know how to react, what to say, how to breathe through this ache sitting heavy on my chest. I should be understanding—I have to be understanding. But why does it still sting so much? Maybe… because this is reality finally catching up to me. A few days ago, my cousin told me, " Too much obsession can wither the bond ." I laughed it off, thinking, Not us. Not this. Aft...