The longest road

Sometimes I just love to walk. The distance I feel like walking is not decided based on the kilo meters or miles but for me its totally dependent on the company I have. Ofcourse sometimes I do love to walk inthe company of solitude provided if am very happy or very sad.

The best company I ever had for walking was and is my hubby. I just love to hold his hands and walk aimlessly talking only sweet nothings. That is exactly how it was during our courtship days. Think nothing , Donothing, just enjoy each others presence. Every time we start holding hands and walk, I used to wonder how I had reached the destination so soon. And never ever I had the satisfaction. Always my heart would long for some more time with him. After marriage its still the same but onlydifference is now the sweet nothings has changed to serious manythings.Guess having responsibilities would sometimes change the precious moments to quite a bit serious moments. Now at times our walking would even end up in small misunderstandings.

Then comes my sis. She is my best companion and with her I could walk any miles. From childhood our topic of conversation never been sweet nothings. Its always a serious discussion but only thing is it is filled with loads and loads of laughter.Because whichever things that matters to her would seem funny to me and vice versa.so if anyone of us goes to the other with a problem, whether we get solution or not we sure would forget it for a while and have a clear mind after the walk.

Walking with friends is a blessing especially with best friends. You can blabber anything and be sure that you are not going to be judged. Thereis no expectations and no ego problems. I have a best friend and I could walk with him for miles and sure with smiles. And rain or shine, day or night its always nice to walk beside him talking about nothing in particular or some serious issues, whatever it is one thing that I could be sure is at the end of it I would always leave with a smile.Lucky for having such a good friend.

Then comes walking in solitude. I would enjoy it more if there is asmall drizzling or a big rain. Most of the time after a very happy moment I just love to walk. Mainly because to bring back every second of the moment once again in my memory and to enjoy the moment again and record it in my memory completely. Well the same goes for a sad moment too. Only thing is I just want to play it again and flush it completely once for all.

And most important of all is its better to absolutely walk alone than in a bad company. I once had to go with one of my acquaintance. Somehow we coudlnt share the same thoughts and absolute mismatch of wavelength. We would have walked together for the shortest distance but I felt asthough that was the longest road I ever travelled. Einsteins theory of relativity proved true!!!

Jab We Met...My friend

After loonnng time got a few spare time to watch a movie..Jab We Met..
Well with a year old kid around getting to watch a movie would be a miraculous event..
And as always I was able to watch this for the first few minutes...

But I just loved the few minutes I have watched this. Because the movie brought back the moments I had spend with one of my best friends.

Well but after marriage I dont know how much feasible it is to continue friendships. Especially if it happens to be between a guy and girl. But am one of the lucky few who has this blessing.
My hubby is a gem of a person who understands.

I still remember the note given bymy best friend for my hubby. It said
Before marriage I had one friend. And the friend got married and now I have two friends.

This is just a message for my best friend for being there very supportive all the time and for all the good times we had and going to have.

So here goes the famous lyrics dedication to my friend...

Lean on me my friend when you're not strong andI'll be your friend I'll help you carry on

For it won't be long till I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on

Please swallow your pride if I have things You need to borrow

For no one can fill those of your needs that you won't let show

Just call on me brother when you need a hand

We all need somebody to lean on

I just might have a problem that you'd understand

We all need somebody to lean on

Let me Lean on you when I'm not strong

And Be my friend and help me carry on

Tears

Tears=====
I was cleaning the kitchen and it was almost 11 in the night. After a really hot day suddenly when a cool breeze said an hello to me I was really surprised.I just went near the window and well it was no longer cool breeze but it turned out to be an arrogant wind. The sound of the wind and the clouds kind of scared me.It always was like that from my childhood. I knew that the wind wont hurt me but still there was a fear a fear kind of a different feeling. I just wanted to run to my husbandwake him up and just felt like going out and dancing in the wind and rain. I came to the bedroom and saw my tired husband already in deep sleep and next to him my 10 monthsbaby too was sleeping. I had just spend 2 hours to put her to sleep. Should I wake my tired husband and should I wake my baby and waste my two hours effort of putting her to sleep.
Along with the wind drifted my thoughts too back to my childhood days. When I was a kid I faced the same wind with same tingling fear. The moment I hear the sound of the wind I used to rush to my dad. He used to hug me and make me sit in his lap. Beside me my mom would be either telling me stories or humming her favorite songand inspite of the fear I used to feel as though I were the most protected kid in the world.
As years rolled by in my school days when I saw the wind, the same fear but now my younger sis was there. I used to rush to her and hug her and next to memy parents having a healthy competition of who is good at making paper boats. And ofcourse the judge being me, I would always declare the winner not based on their boats but basedon who was more considerate to me then.
Then came my teen days, the same wind and rain, but there was a small ego which never allowed me to tell my friends that am scared of wind, and so always we a group ofthree friends, used to get drenched in rain , eating ice cream and being cursed by some elders...See these kids on the road...Eating icecreams in such a cold weather...!!!
Then came my college days, this time though I had the fear for the sound of the wind and heavy rain, my reaction to it was, to put a chair near the window and have myfavorite novel in my hand and beg and pamper my mom for a freshly brewed coffee..And finally when I settle in the chair listening to the songs of rain and wind and sipping my coffeeand about to read the book, my sis would come and take the book away and we used to have a small fight and lots of giggles and the episode will end with me and my sistalking useless (that it seemed to be the most useful) gossips.
Then came my courtship days, the same wind and rain, would take me to my mobile and I used to call my would be(now my hubby) and talk sweet nothings mostly caughtby my naughtiest sis.
Then came the days as newly wed, this wind and rain and it was nice to tell my hubby that I am actually scared of wind and to settle in his warm hug and romantic cuddles.
Well now as a mom of ten months and after five years of married life, the same wind and rain, giving me thoughts if I should wake my husband along with that some worries like Oh my God the clothes I had put outside will become wet.
Suddenly there was a big thunder that brought me back to the present moment. I just noticed tears rolling down in my cheeks.
Trust me..I really dont know if they are tears of happiness or sadness.

Nice one....

Love Letter!! From a loving husband

My Dearest Darling,
I had the choice of giving you flowers or greeting cards or bouquet...but don't know why I chose to write a love letter to you instead.
I am not a poet and so I cannot write sonnets embellishing your beauty. I am not an eloquent writer and so cannot compare you to moon, sea or stars. But there is something special I have which a poet or a writer cannot express for you....my true love for you from my heart.
Do you remember the first time we met? It was at a party and one of our friends introduced us. By some sheer magic my first words uttered to you were "Where are your wings? I thought angels carried them all along wherever they went." I still don't know how did I say that, but it worked. All I remembered about you that day was that you laughed beautifully to all my stupid jokes and anecdotes. Truthfully most of them were copied from Woody Allen's stand up act video I saw somewhere. I told this to you only years later fearing that you would reject me as unoriginal.
I didnt fall in love with your eyes which exhibited the kindness of Virgin Mary or anger of satan in a slit second. I didnt fall in love with your lips which were tulip colored and had the freshness of the dew drop on lotus flower. I didnt fall in love with your long hair which seemed to challenge the very existence of gravity whenever wind blew through it. I didnt fall in love with your voice which had the divineness of even bringing the dead back to life. I didnt fall in love with your hands which were so soft and little that one wondered if the god had sculpted them for weeks altogether.
I loved you when you patiently taught alphabets to the physically challenged kid in the neighborhood. I loved you when you were angry with your father when he skipped his lunch. I loved you when you took all the blame for the withering of flowers which was instead your sister's responsibility. I loved you when you cooked food for the neighborhood aunt day after day. All I fell hopelessly in love was with....YOU. Mar 1 La Vida It took me six months and eight days to realize that I had been suffering from your love and the only potion that could save me was your acceptance to marry me. 3 days and 121 drafts later I managed to write a love letter to you explaining why you could marry me and still be happy. I had not even been nervous for my grade exams than I was when I waited for your response to the letter. It seemed as if that day the hands of clock refused to move apart and as if I was in a time warp. I must have opened my mail box once in every five minutes and kept looking at my phone as if my life depended on it...and yes it did. Thank god, you saved me. The moment you said yes, I yelled loud enough to be heard from the other side of the Atlantic.
I thought that perfect marriage existed only in romantic novels...until we had one. Each day was wonderful waking up looking at you. Some people tell that marriage is boring because the sheer prospect of waking up to see the same face near day after day is horrifying. Unlucky chaps...they were not married to someone as wonderful you. I loved those wrinkles under your eyes even though you hated it. Do you remember how you cried when you lost my birthday present in the shop and couldn't surprise me? Why would I need a gift when I had you for me?
But it all crash landed one day when we discovered that you were suffering from Brain Tumor. I thought that I loved you more than anyone, but seemed that even the gods loved you a lot. Being a mortal I hardly stood a chance fighting them. The hardest thing is living in the fear of death of someone you love more than your life. By sheer misfortune I could not share your pain and instead watch you suffer from it. Five months later the gods summoned you and snatched you away from my possession.
They say that life has to move on. Maybe it does. People ask me if I remember you often. You have to forget something to remember it back. So I guess it doesn't apply to me. Mar 1 La Vida As I write this, I am at the same place in the beach where you asked me "How much do you love me?".
I will never understand why women need to be reassured of the vows of love. But as a well read man I answered something that I read somewhere "I love you more than you love yourself."
Your loving husband..
He rolled the letter and inserted it inside the bottle and threw it far into the waters. Sometimes people say that he is a mad man...but does it matter to him?

When When When

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When was it I was in Cloud Nine
when my Best Half became Mine!
When was it I felt very special
when you gave me that wonderful cuddle!
When was it I felt am also cute
when your love made me to uproot!
When was it I felt am complete
when I felt in me your heartbeat!
When in my life came sunshine
when you became my valentine!