You, My Life

Every day I wake up to your call,
Patiently trying to wake me up

Everyday I close my eyes
Seeing your good night messages

Everyday I start my day
Taking your wishes for a good day

Everyday you listen to my stories
Without a trace of irritation

Everyday you call me up
To be sure that I am fine

You have never asked for anything
You have never lost your temper

You have always accepted me as it is
You have always ignored my shortcomings

You have never stopped loving me
I wonder now, what if you were not there

What if I never got those messages?
What if you never called me up?

What if you never heard me out?
What if you never prayed for me?

Oh mine! I know its coz of you, I live,

That’s what makes you, My Life.

Bouquet of Happiness..!

Those flowers are fresh and green

With time, it will also fade away
But you will be remembered
As long as I take my breathe .
You may never know coz
Sometimes words are not enough.

What a beautiful way to end my day, I was with A and T, roaming around the city till sleep calls. It was supposed to end as just another day, but my best buddies made it special. I don’t need surprises to make my day, but then it made my day. I think it may not be an easy task to bid adieu to Mumbai, when the time finally comes. I have realized many times that the way to happiness is to spent time with your dear ones, not in getting more money and fame. When it comes to success & happiness I can’t count the number of degrees I have or the number of positions I got. It’s more about how many people I have met and how I made a difference.

Changing Seasons..!

World is so small! I am not making a statement here, I am just wondering, how we meet some people, we thought we wont meet for ages and then get surprised ending up asking “Hey its you”. Then to catch up with lot of things happening and updating about each others life. That’s a great feeling.

On the other day, my childhood mate V called me after a long time. I had almost forgotten that, he even exists in my friends list. It’s been years since we lost contact, great to get my friend back.

My best friend M is back in India, she always made sure, that distance and time won’t affect our relation. I thought I lost my good friend when she got married, I thought things wont be same after her marriage, but that was just a fear which never happened. She send me a gift, all the way from her place, and I can’t tell how much touched I was, not for the gift, but the reason behind sending it.

She is going to be a mother soon, though I didn’t really liked the idea of promoted as aunty so soon, but there is an excitement to see your childhood friend, to see in more matured and caring way, I know she will be a great mother.

Life is not going great, but can’t say its going bad. When I think I won’t be able to handle many things, life shows me that I can, though it may cost a lot. The irony is that I can see that I am becoming less emotional as each day passes. I know I can make my days great with cup of coffee in my hand and a book by my side, but that’s not life is about.. Even I started missing my devilish side.

I know life play the most unusual way, these days lot of good things are happening around that’s bringing a smile in my face.
Stupid me, I thought God is too busy listening to others.

As I Retrospect...

As another day ends with,
Memories of the bygone days of innocence,
Feeling the monsoon rain dripping down my face,
Missing those get-togethers of laughter and fun,
Looking at the gift send by my dear friend,
Listening to my favourite song,
Embracing the solitude of my new life.
I realize, finally the time has come-
to start my journey back to home.

Holding Me Close to Life..!

All I wanted to do that time was call him. When I heard his voice, I couldn’t tell anything, I was crying like a baby and I didn’t knew the reason. Like always my father was there listening, he didn’t ask me what happened? Nor he asked why are you crying? Nor he scolded me for acting so childish.

This is us and we were always like this. Whenever there was something I couldn’t handle, Papa was there holding me. I have seen people telling that you can never be friend with your father. But it was easy for me, no matter whatever it is, I used to tell him. I sometimes expected him to scold, to get angry, to be more rigid, to be stricter, but he was always calm. There were times I thought he won’t understand me, but he always understood, he used to understand things just by hearing my voice, my tone, it was more than enough. He broke family rules coz he thought its hurting his kids too much. He stands by us for what I and my brother believes and corrected us when we were wrong.

I still remember my first day of school; he sat beside me in the class, until he was sure that I will be fine alone. He had sleepless nights when I had exams, he also sit late till I finished my studies. He was the one who was more tensed than my mom when I went for my first dance competition and I saw tears in his eyes when I got the prize. He asked for my choice when I was joining college. He supported me and gone against family rules when I went for my higher studies. During placement time, when the first company came to campus, I was just giving a try, but when I called my father at night to tell the happy news, he immediately told “congrats, I knew you will crack” even before I opened my mouth. I didn’t know that I will, but he had full belief.

When I came to Mumbai, I didn’t want to stay, but my father knew that I will be fine, I will accept the new world like always. Whenever he was away, he made sure to call me everyday.
Now when I am not able to understand myself, a time I don’t expect anyone to understand me, he was there reassuring me. He was again giving me choices, and he was fine with what ever decision I take. I am still a kid for him; and I will always remain like that no matter how old I become.

My father never liked me crying, coz he wanted his girl to be strong to handle any emotions. I know I should be stronger, but I was glad that my papa was there, when I was totally clueless about taking emotional things. He was holding me one more step close to my life. I am always known to be a Papa’s gal and I am very proud about that.


I have taken the pic from here