Day 7-Writing challenge, "The story of you and me"

The story of you and me started three years back in 2011 when we met each other for the first time near our college. I still remember the first meet, and the consecutive meets there after.That day, it was raining "cats and dogs" and i was waiting in the bus stop after work, half drenched, in a green dress, holding my favorite blue umbrella, waiting for the usual bus to get back home and saw you for the first time. U were weird, almost fully drenched, actually dancing or i may say turning round and round in rain.You came and stood beside me, all drenched.

We hopped, coincidentally into the same bus.Since there wasn't any seats vacant, we guys stood, and as usual by the time i could close my umbrella, the bus started to move,and it became difficult , the ice broke, and we talked.

You:  Need a hand?

Me:   With a smile on my face i nodded my head.(Thoughts running at the back of my mind, Wow what a voice!)

You: There you go! (with a smile you handed over the umbrella to me after closing it)

Me:   (whispered) Thank you.

You:  Its a nice weather outside. Isn't it?

Me:   Oh yes!Certainly it is!(Back of my mind,why is he talking to me,Girl, stop don't talk to strangers)

You:  You think i am weird?Right?

Magic!

"There is one part of the world which is Imaginary,Secretive and Mysterious, just like the undiscovered and untold truth of our Souls."

Solace to your EYES!

White has it all...I must say!!A soothing color to your EYES and to your SOUL

Day 6-Writing challenge "The little boy next door"

Sometimes probably favors done without any expectation or a smile from a stranger when you are heading back from a long day's work or probably an act of kindness just makes you feel lighter and probably this is what i felt a few days back.

I stay in a community here and after a long day,when i got back i was tired, kinda irritated. Probably the monotony in life, had made me like that. I got freshened up and just stepped out to sit in the patio.

I saw a little one playing in the community garden. It was weird, to see him sitting in a corner, looking at the ground. I observed him, probably for ten minutes then couldn't stop myself,so walked towards him and asked him."Hey there! ,what you looking at?" and he looked at me and said,"Hey! can you see those ants?, they all are going in a straight line!I just smiled and said "Oh yes, they are!." Probably i spent the next 1 hour with him doing absolutely nothing, but only staring those.The way he looked at it, popping his eyes out, everything he used to touch, feel, and those wondering eyes everything made me feel one thing. The way he looked at the world was totally different.

Welcome the NEW!

Here comes the spring!!!....

Cheers to the new colors,
Cheers to the new aspirations,
Cheers to the new dreams,
Cheers to Us......

Day 5 -Writing challenge, "Genie in the bottle"

Its spring time and you heart jumps to bask in the sun, and that's what i did, had a refreshing walk along the Alki Beach in Seattle.The view of the concrete jungle-"the Downtown" from Alki beach has a total different dimension. You look from far, the place you work, you slog and where your sweat turns into bread and much more. With all these feelings,striking my head on the way back, i found a Genie,in the bottle!! I know I know,i see a very big exclamatory mark on your face,but frankly i did.I saw a fine wine bottle inside which i found the Genie.

Seas and oceans have always hid the biggest of secrets within themselves and probably this was one of them. A bottle had surfaced on the banks, and i could see,  it was kinda old, probably a year or two or may be even three. It was the fine bottle of wine. What makes me say that?, hmmm it was Diageo brand from London. One of the finest wines to be tasted in all times. If you ask me did it travel all the way from London to Alki beach? I would probably say no.

More than the brand of the bottle i was Interested in what was inside.Any guesses,Surely there wasn't any wine but there was a Piece of paper which had a few scribbling's in black.As the sun set i sat alone,ready to read that piece of paper which had just made its way, out of the beach.

It read,

To my dear Love,

I love you,probably for a zillion reasons in the world but if you ask me to prove it, probably i cant. I liked you the day i saw you for the first time, you smiled and you knew right away.

But i hurt you, moved away, left you alone but trust me i have not moved on. I let you down, when i had to stick beside you and yes you may, hate me for this and may not forgive me.You tell, i just give reasons,yes there were reasons then, now and probably will always be.You are an awesome guy for any girl and i was stupid to loose you.But i had my reasons.

Do the reasons justify the hurt. No, they don't. I will never be able to forgive myself for the pain i gave you, but there can be no one else who can possibly love you, like me.Your are not there with me now, probably what i am saying right now, may never reach you,but this is how i feel,i love you but have realized, some people just get to stay in your heart and not in your lives.

Hoping to be yours soon,and the soon is the next lifetime, Don't want it to get delayed than this.Here's wishing you loads of happiness all your life, from the most unfortunate and as u say the most "Unfaithful" girl u met in your life.

Loads of Love,

Genie.

As i read, i could sense that my eyes teared, i wished, she at least had a chance to tell this in person to the man she loved the most. I wish this reaches to that special person ,i wish that person reads and i also wish that person understands her. As she said the hurt can't be justified by saying "I love you still", but the act of regretting your mistake can justify the love and respect for that special person.

Walking back, i just realized, "Some people just get to stay in your hearts and not in your lives".

 

Day 4 -Writing 101 challenge , "Lost and Found !"(The Serial killer)

They say "Memories are special moments that tell our Story".Very true isn't it, memories makes our story ,they can be sweet,bitter,memories of love,friendship,distrust,heart break and possibly anything and everything. Every moment we spend in present becomes a memory from the past.

 

Cleaning my closet has always been a pain.I hate cleaning them.By the time i finish, i would either be frustrated, irritated and what not. It so happened that i started to clean my closet, this time when i was back in India and for a surprise by the end of the painful cleaning session, i was actually smiling.

 

Reason, was an awesome letter which i found, written by the most awesomest person i have ever met in my life. This letter has a history of 11 years.When i found this i was shocked,i had kept it so neatly in a box which had a friendship band,a greeting card and a hand written letter from that special person.The person with whom i spent the most wonderful 3 years of my adolescence. The journey of understanding whats right or wrong probably started then, with her.

 

She was a gal with a boy cut, fair looking, intelligent and who always spoke her mind.The one who was always behind me,telling me to control my short temper ,in fact sometimes even became the victim of it.But she was always there,She stuck by me all time.

 

She wrote this letter to me when we were in the tenth grade,probably i wouldn't be able to share every bit of it, as she says its "HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL".This was written to tell me,probably make me understand that she missed me as a friend in that year.She also said that it was my actions which made her feel that the closeness of us as best friends was getting lost.

 

She is someone who usually doesn't express her sad feelings openly unlike me.The best part about the letter is when she says that she felt that my closeness with another girl with whom even she was friends, made her feel left out.Probably this is something we all have experienced once, in our life time.

 

Today after 11 years when i look back, the journey is been long, i had or in fact have some of the very incredible friendships which has been with me supporting me,molding me at every stage of my life. As soon as i found this letter i pinged her on the social media,Thanks to Mr  Mark Zuckerberg that i am still connected with these bunch of people who have made the moments of my life into the most beautiful memories.

 

All she had to say is ARE YOU SERIOUS? DO U STILL HAVE THAT? Yes girl i do.

Day 3 - Writing 101 challenge ," Songs of my life "

"Music is what, the feelings sound like". Music is Universal,has no bars of caste, creed, language, culture, race, rich and poor. Music is a language which is understood by anyone and everyone across the globe. In the same way, music for me has had a great impact in my life in the most important ages of my life.The three songs which had and has been my favorite and have had a series of life changing impacts on me.

 

As a kid, i liked to listen to stories,and my mother made sure i listened to at least one everyday.The most favorite story of mine and my brother's was the story of "Punyakoti". This was narrated in the form of a song to us. It was a moral story about a cow, which came back to the tiger which was waiting to eat it, only because of the promise which was made by it to the tiger.The story depicts that Honesty is the best policy.

Punyakoti

 

As an adolescent when i was growing,and was in my teens, i was influenced by the song called "Araluvu hoovugale".This song was about how to get over the disabilities and achieve the dream of yours. It clearly explains that failure is common and something, which has to be overcome. This song had a lot to play and still has a lot of impact in my life.This song has and is still inspiring the things i have achieved or still the one which have to be achieved.

Araluva hoovugale

 

As i grew older i loved the song "vizhi moodi".This was a romantic melodious song which explained the feelings of the person in love with the other.This song has fonder memories to it. Memories for a life time. As soon as you listen to this song the thoughts of that special person creeps in.

vizhi moodi

 

These songs have had their impacts in all the ages of my life positively. Music is that which comes from the soul and reaches the soul. Music is for all age groups old and young.

 

"So today, sit back and enjoy by listening to your favorite song and relive, the memories again".

Day 2- Writing 101 challenge "A room with a view"

Alas have found my solace. In what?,Certainly in writing. I m mostly in my room stuck up scribbling, fumbling and some times nibbling.

Its morning 5 and you can see that the lights of my room are still on. Probably you may wonder that I am an early bird, which I am and don't disagree but  the half sipped hot coffee in the black mug on my red desk, my undone hair falling all over my face, my clean unused bed with the pillows in place and the headphones buzzing with the Animal song from Salvage Garden suggests something else.

 

Oh yes!! I haven't slept, have been insomniac all night, not because i dint get sleep but because of a thought.The thought as to what makes anyone happy! Is it money, love, success,what is it?What comforts them?Is it the time when they are in love,when they have money or when they are successful?

 

It's been raining all night like cats and dogs and since I live in a community away from Downtown,once its dark and starts raining I get to see only few people walking around.

It started to rain around 8, in the evening yesterday and continued till midnight non-stop.

 

But in the mid-night when the rain stopped and i gazed through my window of my room, the skies cleared showing up the moon. The dark night had its impact, though darkness is always creepy that day the sky looked beautifully magical.The stars around the moon here and there shining or probably talking to each other.The moon was the vivid listener.The fresh smell of mud and the cool breeze splashing on my face lightened me up.

 

As I gazed, a sense of happiness, comfort to my eyes and a sense of awareness about appreciating the nature around you crept into me.It took me,a solid two and a half hot mug of coffees all night ,and the beautiful view, to make me realize, happiness was in the smallest of things, just like that one hot mug of coffee in a rainy day, getting a place to sit when you are shopping with your wife, the joy of wearing your dry pants directly from the washing machine, the smell of the mud after a heavy rain, the walk with your loved one, the first time you swam and probably many more.

 

"So guys appreciate those little things which make you happy and for me, my room ,my laptop,the hot coffee mug and my scribbles get me solace".

Day 1- Writing 101 challenge " Unlock your mind and Soul "

“There is one part of the world which is Imaginary,Secretive and Mysterious, just like the Undiscovered and Untold truth of our Souls.”

Very true!! There is a certain part in all of us which we keep to ourselves, we hide it from others and we nurture it alone. The reason why we do it are many. More than the reasons why we hide, the point what we hide becomes important and from whom. Sometimes we hide ourselves from discovering it, probably because we have no spine to face them. Sometimes we are scared about the so called "Society". And sometimes we think we become vulnerable by sharing those.

There may be the one part of you who just wants to travel, the part of you who wants to give up his/her job and start writing, part of you who wants to follow his/her passion of cooking,and probably that part of you who wants to just be single. It can be anything, starting from what you want to do, to what u think and precept, to what u behave and enact.

 

There are a set of people who have tried to hide and have accepted the usual SOCIAL NORMS made by someone, for whom living a life with security was the WAY OF LIFE. And some people don't even try to discover what they want and just time in and out, they follow what every one does, thinks and talks.

There is something which is magical, cynical and probably the most emotional part of ours which we hide from others and probably we hide it for a zillion reasons.

There is a very interesting part or i may say, the other way of looking at it, probably the way I do. Sharing what u think always to the world is probably not so important but having an opinion of your own, which may or may not be with the crowd, is very important.

 

I hide it it too, most of my thoughts get onto my blog, or into my diaries. But whats important is they can remain to be undiscovered and untold to the world but not to yourself.

 

So today, take some time off, sit back, relax, discover that part of yours which has been hid and those truths of your soul which remain to be untold, respect and accept yourself for what you feel ,think or do. I just did and it makes me feel "GREAT".

"Last Meet"

Oh My god,is the sun out,

Here I am all set with a pout;

Waiting to meet my man,

I am scared would i get tanned.

 

Waiting for you in the coffee shop,

I rolled my hair to make a bun on top;

Was it the love crime?

Cause the color of our dress rhymed.

 

We sat down,

Forgetting all the frown;

Looking at each other,

We burst out in laughter.

 

We promised not to fight

We had to set, everything right;

So we started with the usual stuff,

And discussed about the weather so rough.

 

Then you said,things,

I nervously started to roll my rings;

It was the last meet you said

My love life had just end.

 

You said you won't meet me ever,

I said never say never ever;

You told me to be practical

And not emotional

 

I asked why all this now,

What shall i do with the love;

You said keep it aside,

Don't show it outside.

 

You said am your past now,

So stop,let this go;

Don't mix it with your present,

keep me in dreams, as your crescent.

 

How to forget that special one?

Easier said, than done;

The one, who was my smile,

How to hide him in my heart even for a while?