An indelible ride.

 

Sombre clouds obscured the sky, my mildly color blind eyes could see the blues confluent into the cinerous gargantuan entity. It started raining faintly. We were going to Krishnendhu 's home and the loony kichu herself,me and our buddy Anna were jaunting on my aunt's scooty. I was driving and they were trying their best to hold on. Monsoon made 6.15 pm look darker.

Greenish lush of paddy fields lined by greenery of country trees at the mete, the water that flow from the fields crossing the dark roads, little insects humming on the air in between the roads which would get struck in my eyes sometimes when I am careless, the zephyr that caresses my face once in while reminding me that the rain is arriving.

This place was my home and I was acquainted to these roads for 2 decades, but now everything feels beautifully novel and refreshing. The falling souvenirs from sky had washed off everything to make it look invigorating.

In love with the rainy days.💚

Leaving people.(and the people who left me in the journey)

"Let me make the songs for the people,
Songs for the old and young;
Songs to stir like a battle-cry
Wherever they are sung. "
  -Francis Ellen Watkins

In our arts and life, we had always successfully turned time,space and materials into antagonists. Actually it is the people who 'builds' and 'breaks' everything. The worst of them are the so called leaving people which includes intentional and unintentional departure.

At the very special unfortunate moments we meet some amazing people. Then they will stamp the pieces of their hearts into ours and will make the most poignant stuff called memories. Abruptly, one day they are not supposed to be in our lives anymore. Then it's the farewell time, our hearts will be broken and so many short lived promises like even
-the-people-at-space-maintain-contacts-why-wouldnt-us. For awhile the relationship will be kept, but it's the most hurting and helpless version of the best times we had together. And it's dead. What remains are the memories.

Nothing in the world can bring back everything to that perfect space. And honestly I've no idea how to stop this, as it's a global phenomenon that people meets to part. Sometimes I feel like I should stop getting attached to people.

Little things that can be done are, hold those people tighter. Make endless memories. And when they leave give them a smile warmed by your tears.
Say "Thank you for everything,pal."
                                          

    

Life and folks. (Mine)

Last year, 2015. About this month I was receiving a farewell. Our warden, sister was finally saying few words for us. I met some of best people in my life there, an that farewell atmosphere was making it hard for us at heart. Sister stood up and  begun like this,
"It's a natural phenomena that we meet to part, and it's the hardest of to go through."

Today, laying peacefully on my bed, staring at the white ceiling and reading the amazing 'The Book Thief', I was contemplating about all the wonderful people I'd met and how much I miss them.

During the high school days, I had many good friends and I was not the girl who always hung around a best friend. I was the one who was seen in a group having fun and joking around. But then, I met Sruthi during the 7th grade. We were pretty close friends from the beginning of 8th grade and she was my first and last best friend. If 'best' is defined by the way we shared our dreams and passions, she laughs at my every single stupid jokes, she was all bright and sunshine at heart, we never fought even once and she understood me more than anyone in the world.
And when the high school was over, we parted. We used to text once in a week and call once in a while. Later, we were all stuck in our own problems and lost contacts and there happened times like we have to vanish from all social networks and to virtually hide ourselves from others seeing that we are heart sick. Now, I was able to know that she is pursuing her dreams of becoming a  director and I am truly happy for her. It's almost 3 years since I've talked to her, but Sruthi is still my best buddy for all the good times we shared.

I had another best person from my family. Vidya. Vidya Chechi (sister) for me, my cousin. She was more than a cousin, she was like a good friend to me. Chechi was all crazy, happy, talented and an intelligent person. She always inspired me by the way she looked at life in an amazing angle she believed that nobody could understand more beautifully, let alone herself. She was an artist, a dancer and a good human. More than everything she was my craziest and funny-as-hell sister. We used to laugh till our stomachs hurt. She is only person in my life who gets me books everytime we meet.
But time and distance breaks us once in a while, she lives at Australia. When we grew up, we both got busy with our life.when we get to meet, we'll be all the same, but I miss her terribly sometimes and it takes about almost 2 years of interval for us to meet. She will be forever amazing the way she is.

Last year, I met another amazing person. Riya. We just had one year together and I've never found someone so similar to me in thoughts and interests. But Riya was more kind, fragile and humane than me. It was sisterhood that bonded us more than friendship, for that she was 2 years younger than me. We had so many craziest and weird dreams like zombie apocalypse and time travelling. We both were fascinated by art, literature and movies and also had the funny bone. I've never laughed like I did on those days, hehe almost choking laughing with watery eyes.
We were so sure that we'll keep in touch always even after leaving there, saying people at space keep in touch with their folks, why wouldn't us!.
There were also few wonderful people like Sameeksha, Nikita, Arlyne, Jisa and Aamiya, I met there. Those were the best times of my life. 
Just as same and sad the life is, Riya was also gone. We were in different countries and busy with college and stuff. Still we text once in a while, but it was nowhere close to those hilarious days we spent before. I can never forget her.

Now at college, I've a best person, a good friend, a sister. Meleeza. Meli Chechi for me. Unlike all the previous persons, Meli Chechi and me are very much different in dreams and interests.
But more than everything what I loved in this world is passion and spirit of life. Loving the way we are and living the way we love.
Meli Chechi was all a crazy, energetic, lovely, badass and funny person. She was a little similar to Vidya Chechi for me, as she loves to dance and is amazing at art. But the thing is Meli Chechi wouldn't mind punching someone in face if he/she annoyed her. Her spirit is contagious sometimes and I always envied and loved the the way she is,so impulsive and impossible. She always understood, supported and inspired me at hard times and made me die laughing at times. Indeed one of the best person of my life.
Next year she'll be finished with college and I don't know how much I'm going to miss her.

I'm really blessed and happy that I'd all these wonderful people in my life.At the same time I also feel grim that I'd to miss them at certain points of life.
I remember this quote,
" we don't meet people by accident,
They come to our lives for a reason. "

Yes, I did meet all of them for a reason. I loved them all and miss them, and I'm glad for all the great times and memories to cherish forever, during all the hard times.
 
People.
We meet. We part. We remember.