Searching through the closet of memories, something held me ajar. A box full of happiness, closed since time immemorial. I heaved with some astonishment at it. The color stood still and even the polish, like the day I wore it last. The night stood still as if it was just here. I Pondered over the freshness of the scene that was here once again . The smiles, the individuals, and that ornament waved again. That object of desire was affront and I fell in love with its presence. “Watch out” said he just before catching me while turning the sides of a saree I wore. Before I knew, that musical tinkle was donned into my hands. Ah! The nostalgia. Valid it doesn’t seem but is my heartbeat. Today, the hand is no longer here but I still own these chime of memories. These bangles of love.
Fairy-tales often lure our hopeless crazy hearts. Be it Cinderella, Rapunzel or even Snow white. We often wait for that knight in shining armor who often loses his right path and never reaches us. However, we forget that real life can be much more crazy, fun and lovable if we just get out of the dreams and watch it with open mind and eyes. Just watch that kid running across the road not knowing if there are rules to follow. Or watch that lazy dog lying anywhere waiting for you to adjust because he will just not move. Also, watch those clouds that just decide to make you smile on a high temperament day and make way for breeze to disturb your hairstyle. Love is there in all those forms and then we wait for non existent phenomenons.
Seen that half moon in that orange sky when it is about to just disappear. And have you ever run to click a picture to keep that moment? Try it and I know its crazy when all the people look at you with open eyes. And you will also feel moon will rise again but the moment wouldn’t. Try giving a smile to that infant in the park and see how it brightens your day. Or just write cluelessly like me in your diary and then read after days for some laughter. Guess what? words and me are having a slight tiff so I am just writing non sense to make them calm so they fall in love with my pen again. So bear with me tonight.
Cumbersome might seem this life at times and trust me I am one morbid character, but have some optimistic thought or maybe believe in some crazy fictional reality and the pressure might ease without you knowing. I can go on a rampage with words at times and there are days when I plan to go all things sweet and nice and thud my mind goes blank and then I force them out. What am I spilling out is something even I have no idea about. That made me remember that it is three years since I started blogging in my last blog. And since I exported all posts here, so “Happy Birthday Blog”. So, let me try if I can write bit of mush and poetry today. After all, if you dwell in my past writes, you will find it is these things which makes this blog all readable and nice . So here I go. Forgive me if it doesn’t smell of my touch for I am in a slight writers block :-
He: You actually look nice today.
She: All that is sugar and sweet right?
He: Eh? How about spicey and hot?
She: How many?
He: Did I ask the same when you went meeeeeeeeen.
She: Well, women are basically more committed kinds.
He: That is so sexist.
She: Truth it be.
He: The twisted girl truth.
She: “Raised Eyebrow”
He: I love that look of yours
She: “Stare look”
He: Jaan hi le lo tum ( You Take my life only)
She: Ya Ya
He: Haasi to fassi ( If she laughs, she is yours)
She: Hahahhaha what about your list, Mr casanova ?
He: What list idiot? My list start and ends with you no?
She : Awwww
You and I.
Also , Happy Valentine’s Day to believers and non-believers. I am sure in some ways we all believe in love. Love for our parents, our sibling, our cute dog, that adorable infant or maybe that lively surrounding. If none of this, then maybe we love music, words, books or maybe love love. For, I am those hopeless lovers who love LOVE 🙂
So, spread love and enjoy 🙂
Resigning to the fate of anonymity she chose solitary confinement in haste. Now, this window is her touch with the world outside. The trees often sing her a song when the breeze plays the flute. The love of the sparrow often make her heart beat in jubilation. There is a stream that flows nearby and sound of the waves often make her yearn. The thread of life is passing by and all she has is some shreds of memories. People outside often wonder, how this illuminated household turned gloomy. Having tasted all that was lovely, sourness saddens her. How this fearless child became an inward is clueless. Her tale is trepidation for many . But then reality speaks of certain plans that backfired and loneliness befriended her. Situations often embarrasses us, and you wonder if this is destiny. Such thoughts irate her mind and so she moves more aloft.
However, today she has a decision at hand. A door to open. A smile to give. She is letting the lights to enter her. Inspite of everything, certain wounds are her eternal best friends. However, she still has a life to live.
P.S. Writing fiction after a while so hope I don’t disappoint my readers 🙂
P.S.S. I had another ending to this story where I ended it this way
“Inspite of everything, crutches are still her best friend”
Which ending do you prefer?
“So, do you remember that one summer”, I said inquisitively.
“Which one ? I guess we have known each other long enough to have just one summer.”
I smiled, thinking how he doesn’t even remember my adolescence persona and yet he fakes remembrances. I was left wondering, if he had seen the transition, he would have been in one major shock. But, then some things are for good. I decided to tease him further.
” O really? then remind me one childhood memory ?”
“Hmmm….too many dear….that one you remember….when we went “, he fumbled to say
“hhahahhahhahaha” I returned a loud laughter.
“You still make fun of me all the time “, he said jostling away the coffee mug in a childish manner.
I smiled even more as I decided to finally give the gift I got for him .
“Read this” , I said handling an envelop to him.
“What is this now?”, he said annoyed.
“I am sure you will smell the fragrance of your favorite coffee as you read this. “
He curiously opened the envelop of his memories, our childhood and few remnants we left in the patio of innocence.
You don’t remember our first smile, don’t you?
And that summer of memories we created with one ball,
Basketball it was , and we mixed it with some music,
Amusing ? But then you had your guitar for it.
Hold on to your heart and don’t be so surprised.
I still remember that cap and even that old car,
From which you waved even when running late,
Yes I owe your sisters this one for being kids.
My school bus could never arrive till you passed,
And day wasn’t complete till I was teased.
I was just creating some smiles to last.
You were making friendships in silly loves.
Then summer vacations made its own way.
Which made us take our long break.
But then I found the way to the court,
To play some charming games you liked.
Yellow it was? Your shirt smartest silly,
And you said how it has been a long time,
I laughed questioning that way of yours,
When you smiled to say, here idiot.
Then we grew bit more, and hormones acted,
On me and not you, and today I confess.
I know this will be a big surprise,
But then, that one moment changed it all.
Remember those summer classes ? algebra and me?
And then I met your arrogant brother once,
Maybe you knew about my presence or I presumed
And came with an excuse no one really believed.
That one drive was all that was required.
I looked my worse self and yet the excuses worked.
Dawn happened at dinner time I didn’t know.
Nor did I know that you visit friends without calls.
I know it was charming and beautiful but we whispered,
To know more than the years in those few minutes,
Blushing our heart away even no names were known,
To create pedestals to last a full life time.
Then, children became adult and life really happened,
I still laugh thinking of it all and thanking stars,
For keeping it just as a good memory without a story,
Or I wouldn’t have smiled narrating to my first crush.
“Wow, so you were that girl…I guess even I had…..”
“Shhh…..say nothing…..let it stay as a beautiful memory”
“Nope…Maya might be coming…lets order some food”
“You are crazy”, he said smiling
“If I wasn’t. We wouldn’t have been best friends still? right? “, said the smiles
“Raul is a lucky man”
“I know, ” I said and pulled his nose to tell how the chemistry stays the same.
“Ouch. It hurts”
“What?the crooked nose”
“Youuuuuuuuuu, ” he said , simultaneously raising the envelop to hit me.
I smiled realizing how the rest of the story still had him and me together in the best possible way.
I thought , how some stories are best if we don’t change their memories and status and leave them as they were meant to be written. It was a similar case between he and she, two best friends , married to two different people, who crushed on each other and still remained best of friends, making the world smile with their stupid antics.