In a Dream

Festival of Words

Festival of Words

I had a dream that I had finished up the Festival of Words and that I had visited and commented on all posts for the festival , during the short nap that I was blessed with a few minutes ago. My back aches and every part of me is swollen. I shifted homes yesterday! The plan was to shift after the 15th. Plans always have a way of changing!

I managed to prepare my first meal in this home today. The dream brought me back to my senses and here I am winding up my Day 7 post. Unpacking can wait!

Written for theĀ Second Festival of Words at Write Tribe – Day 7 – Dream/Dreams

P.S : I will visit and comment on all posts for this festival for sure. Just not sure when! šŸ˜¦

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NaBloPoMo December 2013

Feeling Lonely

Festival of Words

Festival of Words

Seema was busy unpacking her clothes and setting up her cupboard. She had decided to move in into shared accommodation with her colleague. Getting used to living among the crowd that gathers in her room in the hostel, had taken time. She was not a people person before her parents decided to send her to the boarding school.

She was back to being in a room by herself. Her new apartment mate was busy on her mobile. Seema missed her friends like crazy. She picked up her mobile and shared her feelings online. She was among her people once again.

Written for theĀ Second Festival of Words at Write Tribe – Day 6 – People.

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NaBloPoMo December 2013


Living in Pain

Festival of Words

Festival of Words

Shikha was staring at the couple on the dance floor. They were her best friends from childhood. She had always admired their relationship. While in college, their friendship was just that, nothing more. The three of them were inseparable. They grew up together and the bond they shared remained intact through adulthood. On her lap now was their beautiful daughter.

Shikha had chosen to become a doctor and the other two graduated together from an engineering college in the same city. She kept her feelings hidden for so long. But she was craving to be in his arms now too.

Written for theĀ Second Festival of Words at Write Tribe – Day 1 – Memory/Memories.

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NaBloPoMo December 2013

Among Friends


This is for the 55 on Friday at Write Tribe based on a picture prompt by Vidya Sury.

Among friends

Among friends

Peace. The only thing that was lacking in the beautiful house that her parents built and nurtured. She even has her own room, decked up in barbie pink, with a wall dedicated to books. Yet she steals every moment she can to reach out to this silence and this friendship. Love only books could give.

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7 steps to a hell


As part of the Festival Of Words at Write Tribe.


A post a day for 7 days this week. Today is the Sixth Day.

7 steps to a hell

Have you wondered how a relationship/ friendship happens? I was just thinking about it today and I thought I will list my process here.

1. Initial hiccup

It takes a long time for me to be able to like someone. It takes much longer than it should.

2. It is all about trust

Once the person is identified as likeable, he/she has to be classified as trustworthy too. Guys can break our heart if we are not careful . Girls on the other hand, can cause us trauma.

3. First move

Whether it is a friendship or a relationship , it is very important who makes the first move. I am nice and friendly with everyone , but I rarely open my heart to people until they have approached me first. Bad idea. I know.

4. I never admit my mistakes

I am a “Do right” person. Like most people are. But sometimes my right may not be your right. Learning of the co existence of varied people species rights and wrongs happened quite late in life. Or you can say, it is still a work in progress.

5. And I expect

Once I accept a friend , I expect complete loyalty. No, not that that person cannot share any other relationship with any other person. I just would like our relationship to be treated with respect. No back biting. No ignoring. And no forgetting important dates like birthdays. Is that too much to ask?

6. I am a clingon

Once I have identified the prey, he/she may want to leave me for any number of reasons. Hey, no one’s perfect. But I will most likely be the last person to understand that I have been let go.

7. The afterward

Once let gone, I expect secrecy. Once a friend turns to be a foe or just an acquaintance again, private details have a way of surfacing. If I was correct in my step 1 and 2 of the analysis process, then this would not be an issue. But if I was wrong, then there is the trauma or the hurt.

Sheesh! I guess this is why I have very few friends in life. Too much work!

Friendship is a very important relationship. Treat it with respect and learn to maintain it. Life will then be smooth sailing. Otherwise friendship will be just another disaster waiting to happen!

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To My Best Friend


To My Best Friend


Letters Unsent

My Dear BFF,

It seems this letter will never reach you. But then I am sure it will find its way to you someday.

Being friends is the first step towards any relationship. I am sure we could have converted that first attraction into something more meaningful than what it finally became. We had the required ingredients for the perfect relationship. We knew what the other was thinking, feeling and hiding. Nothing was a secret between us. We proved to be the best that could happen to each other. We admired, respected and loved each other with all dedication and no compulsion. We were close enough to be termed as soul mates. Then why? Then why did we have to part ways?

What changed? The people, as in you and me? The circumstances, as in the distances between us? Ā For people who care for each other, there is no room for ego. There is no room for neglect or hurt. There is only pure and total understanding. Where did we go wrong? What did I miss? I know I will never know and I have come to terms with it.

You are and always will be my best friend. No matter where you are, with whom you are, under what circumstances you are, you will always find me just a heart beat away. That’s what friendship means to me. Not the proximity in body, but in soul. I am here for you whenever you need me. If I only knew why I had to lose that place in your life. Why you chose to neglect and hurt me? Why the hurt refuses to go and why the pain refuses to subside.

I am not willing to change who I am and what I am to please you. The idea of friendship is to be accepted as is. Change I will for the people who need a modified version of me. For you, I want to be what I really am. If that changes, then there is no holding ground for this friendship. I guess it is best to let our friendship die a slow death then.

Hopefully, our paths will never cross again. Even if we do meet, it will be like strangers. Which is a reality because I don’t know you anymore. I don’t want a changed version of you either. I am sure I will never get my best friend back again. And I am ready to accept this now.

Out of sight, out of mind, but not out of soul. Yet!

Let’s not meet even in dreams I say,
If you do come, it better be to stay!

The hole in my heart stays ripped and dripping in memory of you…. My friend… My best friend… Forever???

Until time heals, still yours,

Written for Write Tribe’s Letters Unsent .