Three Musketeers

It's day 70 of me meeting my coolest, moody, and stylish new friend and also the same day when I left my warm, steady old friend.

There is so much of my old friend around so little of me that it's getting hard to know my new friend. My favorite side of the bed, the way six-thirty pm chai smells, that fight with my brother for AC/TV remote, unmade bedsheets with wrinkles in my shape of the body, the hills painting they draw on the first day of kindergarten, that movie night, the carvings on the last bench, intense Chinese checker game, the tempting smell of pani puri, that one favorite room in the college, that famously known secret, that one favorite chat wala, that same sooryavansham film in sony tv, my home and its all you, you, youu.

Happy farewell

Thinking about my old friend might sound like a broken record but you're everywhere, every page of my old book which I never wanted to turn but will turn to the fresh pages of the same old book because there are so many places waiting to be in my box of memories I hide under my bed, turn because there are so many bizarre dreams I still haven't seen in the middle of the with my new friend, turn because they are so many new books I haven't smelled yet, turn to change my new friend's house to home, and turn turn turn because picture abhi baaki hai mere dost.

And finally, turn myself from a boy to a man and meet my old friend India with a full box of memories from my new friend United Kingdom.

Comments

Time to say GoodBye...

I never imagined myself writing this about you, someone whom I always hated. You are someone who don't let me stand firm, makes me feel less, who always overtakes my decision and makes me recall that running away is something better than facing it. You make me stay awake till 4 AM, shout on others, and end up being unsatisfied. Sometimes I have the feel of a thousand rubber bands tied around my neck. You have made an integral part of my life by reflecting on every work I do and every decision I make. You made me so much dependent that your absence makes me take nothing seriously. Being with you is like standing on a cliff with one leg, and the reason for losing my control over things and myself, and sometimes make me take inapplicable decisions knowingly. You are the reason for my tension, shivering hands, and sweaty palms before my exams. And you are the reason which backs me off from doing something or taking the risk, which made me tired of missing a lot of happiness in every st...

Unexpected letter.....

Hey hi, It took me a lot of courage to write this letter to you and you will be wondered by knowing the reason that was stopping me is...... YOU . You were never like this, who was always busy in fixing things, staring at the ceiling at 3 AM, crying in the bathroom floor for no reason or for so many reasons at a time, fighting within you for satisfying someone else, blaming yourself for everything that's happening around you, fear of losing someone knowing that no one or nothing is permanent, thinking a lot about future knowing that it is the unsolvable riddle, searching the reason to be happy, always in dread of making a mistake. Mera dosth suno...., your journey was planned before you were sculpted. Always remember you are like a seed that didn’t need water to grow and gro ws by itself. You had so much within you. Always be the same as you used to be, someone who always finds happiness within themselves, walks around with joy, finding your path, and making memories. You are gett...

Unacknowledged...

Sad voice, sweaty palms, withered vision, and watery eyes. My life is a crazy mixture of many deep emotions, like many others. Sometimes Here and there, I feel soo desolate even though I'm surrounded by many people, including my dear ones. But I don't find anyone who can articulate my feelings and make me feel protected. This makes me indict others in every phase I go through. But I never realized that you are always with me whatever the situation(happy, sad, crazy, etc..) it is, understands me and makes me appreciate every situation. I'm always surprised by seeing you mold yourself with my emotions. You sometimes make me feel strong, occasionally sad, and utterly crazy. I made a home inside you, undressing my darkest secrets. I can hear you from every role of nature, from birds, flowing water, and rushing air. It is overwhelming how beautiful yet emotional you are, how quiet yet noisy you are. I can hear you from a long-distance while I sit on the window sill h...

Bronze beginnings....

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