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A dedication to the THREE MOST SPECIAL PEOPLE of my life : Lee, Jazz and Hi 🙂

My THREE Besties
My THREE Besties

I call it the SWEET November… a NERVOUS November… a LOVELY November… Lots and lots of memorable things happened in this one month… Birthdays, weddings, travelling, sitting, eating- every bit of the month is special..

To start off with, my two BESTIES got hooked.. rather than being happy for them, it is an ugly sadness that has engulfed my mind.. A feeling of loneliness has hovered my thoughts.. They have moved away from town and now I wonder when I will lose out on my other friends as well… Anyways.. YOU three are the ONLY reason for the person I am today… atleast in the last 6yrs.. and I WILL MISS YOU ALL A LOT…. May god bless you all with lots and lots of happiness and love.. All the love I have for you has inspired the new poetess in me.. Kindly bare with me :* So, here it goes….

Angels appeared from the deep blue heavens

They gifted to me- roses tied with coloured ribbons.

Little did I know, it was indeed a Pandora’s box,

Which wasn’t a boon, but instead a mystic hex.!!

So, now what do I do ? I thought.

There is nothing left, for everything is lost.

And in the course of this throes of life,

Here they were- ‘The Angels of my life’.

They were sent for me from the saviour above

Little did I know- who they were? They came here how?

Wrapped with some golden leaves

Tied with string of pearls and morning dews..

‘THREE WONDERFUL FRIENDS’ I called them- which meant et all.

They stood by me in every moment of hardship and song,

They were here to lift me when I had a fall..

They kicked me when I was wrong..

They crayoned the beautiful colours in my portrait,

They brewed an ocean of nectar from a phial of poison.

Soon it was time for us to depart,

There is no way out, we just have to move on.

I now know what it is when friends dwell apart,

It took me so long to realise the jist of it-

‘This life is nothing but an evanascent shower,

which leaves the ground as dry as ever.’

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I hate to grow up..!!

Recently, I had been to my hometown on a weekend.. The few hours I spent with my little cousin made me all nostalgic about the good old childhood days I spent there.. He took me to the front yard of the house and placed his pets in a line.. “On your mark.. get set… Peeeee” went his whistle.. It was a race organised by him for 3 tortoises & a cane turtle that he found in the paddy field.. Just as the race began, the turtle turned backwards and began to run(or walk rather).. I saw my little brother panic.. It was very funny and I found it very cute at the same time..

The Tortoise & the turtle race
The Tortoise & the turtle race

There are some small things about life that you miss a lot when you grow up.. The little innocence of being a child, those priceless toys- sand castles, straw tents, slushy puddles, paper boats, pull carts of dried coconut tree branches.. We ran naked around the house and the estates- We NEVER knew what SHY meant..

Children enjoying their shower in a small stream amid the greens of our estate
Children enjoying their shower in a small stream amid the greens of our estate

And then, when we grew up a little more, we did it for competitions- To see whose paper kites flew higher and stayed longer in the sky.. Whose wooden top spun longer, Which catapult shot the farthest, Who had the most number of marbles.. Who caught most number of dragonflies in the empty horlicks bottle.. Who lit the room brightest with their collection of glow-worms.. And further, I remember- stealing an empty glass jar and a cotton towel every weekend with my older cousin- All just for the sheer sake of fishing in the stream nearby.. And, we’d be the proud fishermen of the collection in my grani’s lotus pond..

Internet photo- Fishing in a stream
Internet photo- Fishing in a stream

And then.. Our capital increased… Our toys also got more sophisticated.. We started boasting of our collection of tazos, TV-video games, hot-wheels cars..

My little cousin's collection of cars
My little cousin’s collection of cars

We would wait for guests, uncles, aunties to come home.. Cuz they would buy Cadbury gems for us.. Parle poppins, Blue n yellow wrappered Aasay toffees.. We did not expect any expensive chocolate bars..

Ofcourse I witnessed the era of Beyblades & Pokemons too.. But, I considered myself a little more grown up by that time..

Soon I started to earn enough to suffice the crunch for that ONE most expensive toy that would COMPLETE my collection of toys.. But, it is too late now for I have over grown the age of collecting toy cars.. Now people respect me only if I have the REAL ones.. and that too the MOST expensive ones.. Chocolates should be imported and a little bit of rum/vodka in it would spike it up.. Tents mean only those paid camping in expensive holiday resorts.. Now, I frequently fly in aeroplanes.. Spin at the casino.. Even to get into a slush pool.. I’d pay a fat deal at an exotic spa…

SHIT MAN..!!! How I wish… that innocence was not gone.. How I wish.. I had NEVER grown up…