I tried to type the letters as carefully as I could, or as
carefully as I should. It was again some random day, a random winter morning. The
bed was warm and comforting somehow It managed to look more welcoming In these glacial
winter mornings. The days they seemed
more okay now... the nights were fine too... some endless strings of thoughts running
at the back of my mind. Sitting at the living room, I tried to admire the room,
Um-mm yes It was pleasing the cream colored walls, the complementing curtains and
the teak furniture added more beauty to the place. The ceiling, the beautiful lighting,
and the homely aroma reminds me of mum. She has this really good taste in everything;
I could see her In every single entity of this house. Yes... I do miss her, but
It’s only a matter of few more months and we would be together again. I was interrupted
by Savita, the domestic help. She handed me a cup of fuming hot coffee, I Inhaled
In the aroma. Coffee has always comforted me more than anything else, my
forever companion. Past few months were like a roller coaster ride...!! So full
of adventure. I tried hard not to think much, a desperate attempt to ease
myself... I had to go out today... to a B’day party.... It was Ritwik’s B’day..
My junior at college....
Ritwik and her friend Sakshi had become my good friends In just a matter of days, It felt nice talking to them always... I could connect with them so easily... Sakshi was a writer too that’s why I liked her all the more...!! Since Ritwik had this thing for books, I decided to gift him famous works of Thomas Hardy -- Mayor of Caster Bridge and Far from the madding crowd. I hope he likes them... Hardy being one of those writers that made me fall In love with literature... It’s been few days since I went out It would be nice to be in company of human beings once again... I was so used to being alone that It felt odd at times, thinking what I was slowly turning into... I brushed aside these thoughts and started getting ready. I debated how to do my hair... my forever fight with these thick unruly curls left me exhausted... I decided I’ll just let them run free... I reached the place one hour late..!! Something I usually never do... I am a way too punctual, but today I was terribly late... well, time has Indeed changed a lot...
I reached the place and apologized for being so late, they assured me that it’s perfectly okay... Ritwik Introduced me to his friends and later on added ‘she Is the best person In this city’, a smile slowly spread across my face they treated me like a very special guest, It felt good.. It felt good to be wanted and welcomed so warmly... Sakshi was sitting beside me; she looked beautiful I complimented her. I tried hard to get Involved with them and with everything. I steadied my gaze upon the glass of water that was In front of me, I tried to balance my gaze on Its rim... I was carefully listening to their conversations, to what all they had to say, their jokes, their life, their experiences, everything.. Every single thing. They were so much In love... they looked good together... In fact great.. Somewhere It made me sad, suddenly I remembered so many things I shouldn’t, so many stories that were meant to be buried; reminding me of my own misery, reminding me of my own void and emptiness... Everything seems simple until we actually think about It... Silence and absolute silence Is so very dangerous a lethal combination, I tried to concentrate on my breathing, or just another distraction you could say... It was fun spending time with these people, I soon headed home...
The journey to home was again a silent one some flashes continued to strike like lightening... everything was passing by—the people, the shops, the houses, the trees...
All that remained with me clutching me tight were the claws of memories....
Forever Is never an option It’s a conscious choice that we make every day, every moment, every breath... besides all odds, no matter how worst the condition Is, no matter how bad the rain Is... After the heavy pour, the sun shines more bright.. you just have to wait for the clear sky, and my love the view after Is always breathtakingly beautiful.....
Ritwik and her friend Sakshi had become my good friends In just a matter of days, It felt nice talking to them always... I could connect with them so easily... Sakshi was a writer too that’s why I liked her all the more...!! Since Ritwik had this thing for books, I decided to gift him famous works of Thomas Hardy -- Mayor of Caster Bridge and Far from the madding crowd. I hope he likes them... Hardy being one of those writers that made me fall In love with literature... It’s been few days since I went out It would be nice to be in company of human beings once again... I was so used to being alone that It felt odd at times, thinking what I was slowly turning into... I brushed aside these thoughts and started getting ready. I debated how to do my hair... my forever fight with these thick unruly curls left me exhausted... I decided I’ll just let them run free... I reached the place one hour late..!! Something I usually never do... I am a way too punctual, but today I was terribly late... well, time has Indeed changed a lot...
I reached the place and apologized for being so late, they assured me that it’s perfectly okay... Ritwik Introduced me to his friends and later on added ‘she Is the best person In this city’, a smile slowly spread across my face they treated me like a very special guest, It felt good.. It felt good to be wanted and welcomed so warmly... Sakshi was sitting beside me; she looked beautiful I complimented her. I tried hard to get Involved with them and with everything. I steadied my gaze upon the glass of water that was In front of me, I tried to balance my gaze on Its rim... I was carefully listening to their conversations, to what all they had to say, their jokes, their life, their experiences, everything.. Every single thing. They were so much In love... they looked good together... In fact great.. Somewhere It made me sad, suddenly I remembered so many things I shouldn’t, so many stories that were meant to be buried; reminding me of my own misery, reminding me of my own void and emptiness... Everything seems simple until we actually think about It... Silence and absolute silence Is so very dangerous a lethal combination, I tried to concentrate on my breathing, or just another distraction you could say... It was fun spending time with these people, I soon headed home...
The journey to home was again a silent one some flashes continued to strike like lightening... everything was passing by—the people, the shops, the houses, the trees...
All that remained with me clutching me tight were the claws of memories....
Forever Is never an option It’s a conscious choice that we make every day, every moment, every breath... besides all odds, no matter how worst the condition Is, no matter how bad the rain Is... After the heavy pour, the sun shines more bright.. you just have to wait for the clear sky, and my love the view after Is always breathtakingly beautiful.....
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