Together

Some people make you feel special for a while but it takes true effort to make you feel special for a lifetime.

My most memorable day was just yesterday. Oh! Not because it was just my birthday but because it felt like it was a special day. I have always believed in birthdays being just another day but the love of life changed the way i felt. It’s been a joyous three years so three days where i have really felt i was special. The rest of the days in the year is where you just know you are special.

It all started with her wishing me on the phone exactly at 12.00. Followed by few friends and my sister who woke up just to wish me.  Dad and mom wished me in the morning. Numerous people texted both personally and on facebook.

The most memorable time was yet to come. Yesterday she baked a cake for me. I don’t know the time it takes to bake a cake and arrange the toppings but it means a lot to me when someone makes something for me by themselves. Of course she knows that.  But when you put that extra effort to do something by yourself, you are infact assuring them that you are ready to invest time, dedication , feelings and love towards us. And that’s what counts in a relationship. It doesn’t matter how the things they make turn out to be. By the way the cake was delicious. But i feel what matters is the effort they put in making it.

It was so fabulous. She and my friends made me cut it. Their “happy birthday” song was so loud the entire restaurant sang it for a while. Yes, unknown random people. It touches your heart, doesn’t it.

After that we ordered some excellent Chinese food. The manchow soup was fabulous and the appetizers just brilliant. Out came the noodles, fried rice and the canton rice deliciously made. We had a great time.

After being full we decided to go have some ice cream. Of Course “Corner House” was a first choice. We enjoyed some delicious ice creams. All the while we gossiped, we joked, we laughed. And that’s the power of being together. To set aside our differences, to forgo whatever we may feel about each other and just have a nice time.

Me and my girlfriend then went to spend some time together. I just wanted to spend a few minutes with her. We smiled , we just had a good time. I reminded her i would always love her and thanked her for her efforts and for making it my day. She gifted me a wonderful wall Clock too. It hangs in my room reminding me of her.

It is said the power of being together heals even the gravest of wounds.

Oh! i almost forgot , i helped a random stranger, an old person by dropping him for which he thanked me profusely. And i just nodded in agreement. Isn’t it a gift of life to help people in need?

I thank Housing.com for an opporunity to share my most memorable moment. Do check out their app and their website. They are doing a terrific job!!

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Wax

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath

 

“Tell me honey why does the wax melt to give us light?”

“Ohh Well , i don’t know exactly but..”

“We never know anything exactly sweetheart , the world’s a changing stage ,  a changing change in motion”

“Well that’s some mature thinking but the wax..i think it teaches us the significance of pain.”

“You are on the right track dear , go on..”

“So it teaches us to let go of our pain and spread happiness to others?”

“In a way it does , but what is it similar to?”

“I am not sure.”

“The wax melts , like my heart..”

“I love you baby”

“I love you too.”

 

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This is my 100th post since i have started blogging and is dedicated to someone special.

Thank you , for encouraging me to start blogging.

Thank you , for being there always.

Thank you , for just everything.

 

The Homage

54-04-april-6th-2014

 

 

He rested there, a lone soul in waiting.

There wasn’t a single person in town who didn’t like him.

And so when he died the entire town flocked to attend the prayers. They remembered him as a man with a character of steel, who never refused to help, listened to problems, gave advices and more importantly as a man who lived and died by his own ideals.

 The Legend goes that after everyone left even the trees honoured him.

 

 

 

First Fifty

He looked at her while she slept.
His Princess lying close to him in so much pain.
He wiped a tear and looked at her closely. The smile was still there , the love still transparent.
Only , only if he could always be there for her.
And then he woke up.

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Written For :

Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

Do Women deserve more?

From centuries the question really remains the same – Do women deserve more?  

Be it in the walks of family, relationship , career , friends , do they deserve more or atleast get what they deserve?

The times have changed , women hold important positions now but has it changed for the common women? Do they get the respect they deserve? No , women are still treated as objects , be it on the streets they walk or on the Ads that portray them as such. 

I feel they certainly deserve more , more love , care and respect. Not because they are women but because they are just like us , humans. Probably working harder constantly  to be a better someone. Better mother, better daughter or a better partner.

If you really think they deserve more all you have to do is give more. More love, care and respect. That’s all they want , fundamentally.

To every woman who has inspired me ,

To the spirit in her that cannot be corrupted or killed but only be loved and admired ,

Happy Women’s day!.

Thank you , for everything. 

 

 

Strength

Out of the dark corners of my otherwise strong heart ,

pain creeps in with the smallest of acts.

 

While patience eludes me most of the times ,

i but cannot imagine my calm.

 

I have never been able to abdicate anger ,

he follows me all around.

 

Understanding is still a virtue being mastered ,

though it disappears when needed most.

 

Love is a silent drug ,

and she is my strength.

 

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Rest

In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”  Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it.  Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly.

“It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” 

The memories flooded as I read these.

The pain that followed left me breathless.

A pang of guilt.

Exactly a year back my best friend left me.

May peace find his lonely soul.

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Written for Trifextra : Week Ninety-Two