Friday, December 25, 2009

That's how it is, I guess.

Right now, I am clueless. And my life makes no sense at all. Absolutely none. But nevertheless, I have a strange hope that I am on the right track.

Love. And it all make sense again.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Parting.

He was saying something seriously. She couldn't understand anything.

‘What?! Are you...?’, pulling at a lone strand of hair that hit her face. In the wind she was having a hard time keeping her from covering her face, as they sat on the beach. “Yes, I have to go. But I will come back", he said looking at her. She looked at him and asked, ‘But...’ but stopped midway.

‘Mole...’, he said, looking at her followed it with a long pause. Neither could he complete it. He kept on staring at her instead. She couldn’t hold his gaze for long. She looked away. And after a while he looked away too.

For a very long time they sat silent, listening to wind, watching the waves.

‘Come, let’s go the other side’, he broke the silence. They got up and walked along the shore. The waves touched their feet.

‘Mole, look... a crab...’ He bent down and picked it up and put it on her palm. As the little creature crawled on her she felt ticklish. She smiled. ‘Don’t look at me like that’, she said, smiling a little more.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Ani. My friend, my little brother.

Ani. My little brother. There used to be a time when he would run toward me every time he was caught in the midst of - so to say - trouble and hold me against it all like a shield.

There used to be a time when we used to run all the way to school after missing the school bus, with me carrying both our schoolbags. There used to be a time when he used to look up to me like I was his role model, telling me all that happened and was happening in his life, confessing and confiding in me. Sharing with me. And sometimes, fighting with me. But almost always, caring. Yet, don't know when, where, how, and most importantly, why, I lost him.

It's almost two years since. Ever since I miss my once very dear friend, my little brother. Almost every single day.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Trust

Read somewhere, ‘The honesty of a judge is like the virginity of a traditional Indian unmarried girl. If it is questioned, the doubt can never be laid to rest.’

Till it’s there, it’s there. When it’s gone, it’s gone forever.

Maybe. Or, maybe not.

Monday, December 07, 2009

A storm, that stuck me...

You are the beginning of a new era in my life.

My life itself has been divided into the lfe after and before I met you. And that's how important you are to me.

All that happened before seem to be for a purpose now. I no longer want to go back in time and change things. I am happy for the way things are. You are now to me an even bigger dream than all my dreams put together.

I need you. I need you. I need you. Now and forever.

Please don't let me down this time God.