Simple Complications

//If you're a Castle fan, you're gonna love this one-shot. And if you haven't, I'm sure by the end of this, I will have inspired you to start watching it! Hope you like this one!// 8 years ago today. 9 Mar 2009. It's been 8 years since they met. 8 years to the day some crazy murderer exactly killed a woman the way Castle killed them in his books. 8 years to the day was called in for questioning by the Homicide Detective Beckett, and 8 years to when he started consulting as an external help for the NYPD. Castle was the most annoying, brain wrecking person you'd ever meet. He was someone who would make you want to pull all your hair out. There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking how to kill people. Psychopaths and Mystery writers. He was the kind that payed better. The best selling author's perspective and thinking was what impressed Kate Beckett the most. His sense of humor and the charm in his eyes and his extremely lovable nature, that's ...

It's pretty amusing. Who knew people were like this? After all, at some time, we're all new to this place they call "humanity"... But even is it exactly? They say love is a beautiful thing... makes you smile, think about that person all day long, and basically all good things. It's a feeling you've never felt before. Seeing that person forgetting all our worries for a minute there. But what they never talk about is the aftermath. The pain,the sorrow, the gloating and retracing everything and trying to figure out what went wrong. This too, is a feeling you've never felt before,. Only difference, this one sucks. It changes you, makes you reconsider your life choices and probably take a turn for the worse. They never talk about these feelings, do they? Why is it that they portray only the good stuff? Unicorns pizzas and everything nice. But why don't they warn us about the really bad stuff too? Devils, bitter gourds and everything not so nice? It's ...

It's strange how we hold on to the pieces of our childhood while we await our futures, no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time when we are miserable.  "Aashi!!! Chal! We'll be late for school!" Chetasvi used to scream from the open lift door waiting for me to come running. Relays after school and splashing in puddles, it all came in my mind with a thousand thronging memories of the bygone days. Going to kitty with our grandmas and playing their oldies' games. Exchanging looks and giggles, with quiet eloquent eyes, as some aunty unknowingly made fun of themselves. Wrapped in the cocoon of our dreams, we knew nothing about what life held for us. No reality checks, and no worries. Forcing Cheta to play cricket and football with me, and pinki-promising her, that I'd play kitchen- kitchen later, basically summed up how totally different personalities we held, yet being the best of friends. Pouring fake tea in plastic teacups and saucers seemed to come sudd...

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