The new me which u left behind...

All it would take for my grief to displace is to hug you and cry my infant heart out. Those days of spring ,those times of joy will forever remain though death plays the leveler, what you were to me might not have been told but I’m sure you know. Things would surely be different if you were around, but I rest in your memory that you live in a better place .I’m sure you know and like you always said ,we joyfully part ways only to reach where we belong. But can I still say I miss you? I'm sure you know, what I learnt from our childhood stories were more than just words, what I learnt at the uncomfortable yet warm shade of yours will remain with me though the world may call me names. Can I get just one moment with you and just tell you once how much you meant and knowing you the way I admire. I’m sure you will say you are already here and here to stay with me. Trust me, you can never be replaced not even your memory or that beautiful watch u gave me on our last FRIENDSHIP’s day that I wear every day. If ever I have a daughter of my own and she asks me a story to put her to sleep I would tell her of young lass who gave her entire to see a smile in my life. I would tell of that lady who grew up to work more than all his buddies would do at a early age, I would tell her of a tall dusky woman burnt by living and experiences. When I tell her of the day she held me and taught me this language, I write in - I would stop and bid her to sleep for... I don’t know what and why I write but I’m sure you are my first critic for anything :-)

Happy Birthday Anita :-)

This is totally dedicated to u ! With all smiles that you put up to compose me the way I am today.


Gone though you have, I heard your voice today.
I tried to make out what the words might mean,
Like something seen half-clearly on a screen:
Each savored reference, each laughing bark,
Sage comment, bad pun, indiscreet remark.
Gone since you have, grief too in time will go,
Or share space with old joy; it must be so.
Rest then in peace, but spare us some elation.
Death cannot put down every conversation.
Over and out, as you once used to say?
Not on your life. You're on this line to stay`Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away'.