A Note of Gratitude

Through the heat of your rightful anger at times, 

Thank you for the affection that still had room for me.

Through the clarity of your open thoughts, 

Thank you for being an earnest soul that simply wanted to be understood.

Through the love that endured our disagreements, 

Thank you for the patient resolve to remain by my side.

Through your gentle, hesitant guidance, 

Thank you for the heart that looked out for me always!

Through the grace to overlook my faltering steps, 

Thank you for wanting nothing but my good.

Through the timeless joy of our days together, 

Thank you for your true and unwavering friendship.

Though our times together will be cut short and brief,

The gratitude lingers on. 

The adoration lingers on .

The love without bounds lingers on.

 

To Sunrises and Sunrisers

Just as we watched the rays of the rising sun
light up this vast, beautiful world,
they revived our fragile spirits,
warming our hearts and lifting the mood—
making every moment feel alive.

Just as we watched the rays of the rising sun,
we knew there is so much that unites us,
unveiling the sisterhood
that dwelled deep within,
building boundless joy and beautiful memories.

Just as we watched the rays of the rising sun,
we rest assured
even the mighty sun may set every day,
but the bond we’ve formed
will hold steady, endless, eternal.

"

Just as we watched the rays of the rising sun, 
may we forever be grateful for this companionship. 
May we always continue together 
and say cheers to all of us 

" - From C

Sister Crown

The unsaid love,
the visible tiffs,
tiny, delightful memories
that warm the heart even in dreary days.

Time flew by,
paths forked,
our moments together grew rare.
Missing each other became routine.

Unsaid love became loud and well expressed
yet it never felt enough.
Somewhere inside,
I always knew,
I will never have another
who loves me as deeply,

as warmly,
as quietly,
as you do.

I will forever count myself
a proud sister to you.

Straight from the Heart

May be I am not your first friend

But I hope to stay far past the end

May be I don't resonate with you always
But I always try to understand

May be I m not the sweetest soul
But I try to listen and learn 

May be I am meddlesome and intense
But  all forms of love is always past all pretense

May be I sound I like I compare
But it is only for me to get better, as i truly care

May be I always ask for more
Not because i expect but because you are joy to the core

May be I will never be your best
But I hope to always stand by you through the worst

Kinky boots

I write about things that are close to my heart or the ones that challenges my perspective on something. One such is the unconventional or less-conventional choices people make and the minimal to null external validation that they receive for making one such.

While there are so many examples I can cite to discuss this, Courtship and marriage tops the list as it is considered to have a significant impact in how a person’s adult life shapes up and the emphasis put on it specially in India, the country I grew up in. While I am by no means against the idea of marriage or partnership, I just wonder if it should it be the defacto choice for everyone.

Additionally, Indian marriage system also thrives in the idea of matchmaking, setting up two people of opposite sex primarily directly for marriage earlier and for courtship and marriage in the present ‘modern’ days. Again, I am personally not against the system and have been lucky enough to find someone to call them company for a lifetime. But just because it exists, should everyone take a stride on it. While I would not want to delve deep into pros and cons of matchmaking, I can say for sure, not everyone enjoys the process although it is just a means to the happy ending or what we hope to be happily-ever-after. Is it wise to place so much emphasis on the romantic bond or it is just that people are so used to tried and tested ways of living life that everything else seems wacky.

I understand humans are wired to be socially inclined and enjoy the connections and companionship, they make all through their life despite the complex nature of relationships. Would this mean, everyone are compelled to make an attempt to find their romantic-connection one way or other just because the world around them follows that order. If they don’t why is it always hard for the people around them to support or give the much-needed reassurance for the path, they would like to navigate through unless they are the very close-knit relationships. Even the closest family comes under the pressure to convince the person to stick to conventional wisdom as they are forced to believe that is the way to go to avoid the umpteen concerned- critics in the form of extended family and friends.

With all due respect to the genuine concerns around how the less-chartered waters could backfire and hurt that very person they truly care for, aren't we forgetting. that friends and family exist because we help in times of need, support the choices an individual makes obviously after gently suggesting opinions and providing perspectives so the individual makes an informed decision.

Ironically, the stark reality seems to be that the selfless world that cares about other people so much also would like them to confirm to their beliefs. The line between gentle suggestions and forceful imposition royally burns resulting in strong critics. Is it because the life of their extended family or a friend would end up having atypical problems that they can’t solve or the possibility that they would have a happily-ever-after without significant other does not look appealing enough.

Conclusively or not so conclusively as it feels to me I am tempted to question the very frame of human thought process - Are people without self-realization stay opinionated and judgmental , although convincing themselves that they are progressive and open-minded. Why can’t someone generally be open to the unique individualist world . Maybe it will open up the world to some more interesting possibilities than the mundane rigor of offering un-sought solutions to others’ typical problems. Why should kinky boots always be frowned upon.

Perhaps, I am being way too cynical than needed but a challenge to this perspective is what I look forward to.

To A

It was not the first time we met

not the first kiss when you held me close

Not the first trip together

not the first time we slept together

not when you gave me the tall and mighty surprises

but when you took me all in

when i was not myself

took the tantrums, the pain i grew to be

took in all the sulking

the bad decisions that followed

and waited till i came back to my senses

I knew that true love exists 

And i found one myself

MY MOST FAVOURITE MAIL
Its 7 : 30 a.m. and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 2 years; the sky under which I am standing seems to be looking at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing that has acted as a witness .. watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional.
I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.
I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window watching people trying to catch up with "life" .. It's an hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody but because I would now be thrust with thoughts of the solitary journey ahead.
I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college ... well it's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how it always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day ... well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey.
I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend.
It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.
There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving behind your friends and carrying along only memories. You do make new friends, but then you never get the old close ones ... you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you do not find a person to whom you needn't say things ... friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, have been the only thing that I seem to look forward to ....However,I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation ..A pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!
As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there will be a day when things will change, when life will offer a rewind, a recap of all the events and I just have to wait.
Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps...!!
And I keep on waiting......


PS: i dunno who is the writer for sure.. but i loved the content way too much and it perfectly reflects my thoughts.... to my astonishment, many of my office friends share the same thoughts...thought i shud post it and so i did!!! hats off to the writer anyways:)