A letter from chotu to motu..:P

Hey Parth, 
Ok.
I know this is a bit formal.

Anyways.
You have always been complaining that I never made you your sketch..or never made you any momento...but you never bothered to ask why…!!
I have always believed that these gifts, I usually get for people are not chronical..but my emotions..my love..our friendship..it is ever lasting..and I can't let the beautiful colours of our friendship to fade with time, so I decided to give my emotions some words.

Yeah. I know you  always say that I will be with you no matter what..but still I am afraid what if I lost you in this dark crowd.

Thank you.

I know saying these two words is bringing disdain to our condor relationship, but believe me after what is actually hedonistic pleasure.
It is for the first time I am falling short of words to express my self, otherwise I am good at displaying my emotions.
But I am helpless the moment I think of our emotional connection…make my  skin crawl. I still fail to understand that how can we know about each others moods without even talking to each other..like I know right now reading this..you are thinking about the moments when I ask you parth tu tikh hai na?

You have handled my all moods, be it my lunatic behavior when I crack stupid jokes, be it my angry young girl mode when I was ready to part away with our friendship without trusting you, or be it my taunts when I asked you if you had fevicol in your breakfast( I am still sorry for this taunt, I never meant it.)

Hold on, right now you must be feeling that I wrote this because it was friendship day or some other stupid day on the calendar..but just get this on your mind, that this friendship of motu and chotu calls for a celebration every day.
Motu,I am sorry for all the problems I got to you, I spoilt your relations with so many of your friends and still you trust me.
Love you..
Happy friendship day..!!

P.S.- Your dhakkan will make you your sketch when our friendship completes a decade..!!!And yeah, thanks to watsapp..!!!

Hi yashu,
From last night I was wondering, what I can I do to make your 19 birthday special.
Earlier the thought of making you some gift born out of my ingenuity.. Popped in my mind, but I guess nothing could have bought me the smile and the blush you have it in your eyes while reading this post.
I know this is inane, but I always wanted to thank you.
Hold on..thanking you without thanking your didi..kanuni taur se zoorm hai.!!
So thank you beautiful buthlada ladies for handling my 24*7 insanity..!!!
You know whenever I sense butterflies in my stomach..the first thought that comes to my mind..is your favorite dialogue..
                       "kise de bude da kuch dena thodi hai."
I am telling you girl get this patented.!!!
And yes finally I know what this dialogue means ,thanks to you both for making me possible watch my first ever punjabi movie.."Jatt and Julliet" in theatre..and moreover I could enjoy every pun of the movie.
(Infact I can watch it again..:p)
Although I still can't pronounce the word "chholla" but yes, I no more find punjabi tickling my ears.
I love you both.
I never said but my first sem scholarship, I owe it to u.!!!
I just realized that this is getting too much emotional on this red-letter day (atleast for me.).
Meeting you both might be an accident, but I call it a serendipitous incident of my life.
Yashu..you are naive, your serenity..your innocence..your condor..don't let them ever sink into the this world of darkness.
Happiee 19 darling..!!


P.S.-Sorry for spelling of Budlada!! And I love it when you all              me“Javakdi”..:)
           Hallelujah..!!

The real me.

I choose to walk on wet grass, tickling my toes...
Rather than strawling under a branded roof ,what you chose..
I want to breathe in the air that carries me far away from my woes..
Not the conditioned one ,that takes me close to the sorrows..
I wish to lie under the sky,whole day long..
The breeze kissing my face, and making my soul sing a song..
You want your world to be defined by glamour..
The serenity of mountains and water is all what gives pleasure..
I can spend my whole life dreaming..
Moon still follows me,is an illusion my mind is still believing..
You might call this insanity..
But its far beautiful than your fake reality..
I want to live like a bird ,who is free.
A nomad, who is aimlessly walking under shades of tree..
I want to fly away, in the deep sky painted inky blue..
Because i l prefer real,me over fake you..

Life, people and fear.

"Gazing into the inky sky, I wish I could fly away from a world covered with the clouds of ego"

  Someday staring at the oozing paints of room, my heart yells to run away from people who have just a single letter 'I' in their dictionary. 

Wandering on the streets rejoicing my solitude, my mind taught my heart that its better to be alone than being in the company of people who betrayed your trust"

Sometimes I wish I had wings,I had wings to fly away from the world of fear,fear of relations,fear of loss, fear of love,fear of hatred,fear of death, fear of life, fear of crowd, fear of loneliness,fear of win, fear of competition. I wonder if fear and life are synonyms fof human brain.
I wish to fly away from the world of tormented souls, souls mourning on the loss of innocence. I dream of a long flight into the infinite sky before I sink into the world of darkness. I wish to escape from the cage of desires,hopes and lust.
I wish..

Mamma...U define my world

" There is no better feeling in the world than being wrapped in the warmth of your arms. For me you define me the word "BEAUTY. I do believe in god. For me God has got a face. YOU are my living god mamma. I Love YOU.."

Dear Mamma,
 I don't know where to start from, your patience, when you left 41 missed calls on my phone just to make sure that I wake up on time when I am 250 km far from you, your words that give me a rope of hope to save me from sinking into the world of darkness “babu sab tkh ho jaaega..don’t worry..!! “your love which continues to endure in every season, oblivious of the worries you are carrying in your head or your altruism, when you came all the way from Delhi to meet me in my hostel when I had fever. If anyone asks me to define your love for me in one line…mom believe me..

"You gave me a life through your life"

When I peep back into the past..Oh God!!how much I have been troubling you ,be it the pain you under went to get me to this world or be it today when you lend me your ear at any hour of the day, just to hear my stories whenever I feel dejected?

Oh man!!!! I still remember when I used to make my teachers go crazy crying out for you in my kindergarten.

 I miss those nights when you used to hold my hands and wrap me in your arms until I used to fall asleep. You never complained when my restless movements in sleep made you face sleepless nights.
Remember, when I came running and hid myself beneath your veil crying aloud just because someone said that I got a darker skin tone than you and Ishan, and you; you just smiled at me and started collecting my tears in your lap saying,” I can’t let my angel's tears go waste.God will punish me. You know something that anyone who says you like that is just jealous of you because in spite of this wheatish complexion you are prettier than them."Mom, you made me learn to look at this world through positive window. The most selfless soul I know on this earth, your divine love with which you have nurtured me is boundless and infinite.
The only 7 days of my life which I wish to erase from my life are the one when you were in hospital and I was not allowed to meet you.Oh Man...shittt!!! again the same goose bumps, again that same feeling of angst. My life without you is unimaginable,meaningless. I am soul less without you.  
 I have lot more to say but  penning down 365*20 days in a single post is impossible. All I know is,

“I belong to you, you belong to me”

My first injection, my first stage performance, my first board exam or be it my first step in the hostel, thank you for being always there to hold hand of your babu, when she was jittering…I seriously don’t know how you do it..!!!!

Had you not praised my scribbling, I won’t have ever been able to paint this for you..I painted this with just you in my mind.

      I know that I will never be able to bring this post to your notice because I don't have the courage and sometimes...

                     "Silence is the most beautiful expression"

All I wish is that in every birth God blesses me to hear lullabies in your voice. Mom your lap is the safest place on earth, no worries,its only you and me...This letter is incomplete without your favourite lines..

“I belong to you,You belong to me.”

Yours lovingly,

Dishu..