Writing in a diary

Blank pages stare at me in the same fashion as an unfinished manuscript, half empty emotions waiting to be poured and undeclared love. Writing in a personal diary is a very therapeutic exercise to empty the cup like they say. The old age diary is taking an entire lifetime to be filled and I am just halfway through.  

First entry was penned in January 2010, the same time I bought the diary.  It’s been eight years from now and looking like a half-empty glass.  I’ve just finished Preeti Shenoy’s book, ‘Love a little Stronger’ where she speaks on the many wonders of the diary in capturing the soul and writing in the moment to not lose the flow gathering in the mind. I am a procrastinator and yet such a loyal friend asking to be loved talked to or spilling the secrets, emotional tribulations and thoughts that can’t be shared with the world. The diary is this friend.

Every friend is special. Keeping a diary in the digital age is a must, I strongly feel and there are many like-minded souls keeping one for companionship. But, what holds us from penning regularly, if not every day, but at least every week? Time to pull the socks and if you are a lazy bum like me pledge to keep a regular weekly time, preferably during the afternoon or the night to pour ink on paper.

Start by making a list of things you want to achieve in the next three months, friends you can rely on, opening the heart to plain strangers, making new friends, tackling emotional hurdles and shit or thankfulness happening in a day or great ways to kick the buck in penning words in the diary. The brain has so much of things to grapple with but once you skip, it can be quite tough a thing to reprocess which may not have the same spin in capturing those moments. Start writing Now and fill the heart with gratitude.

Why do I write?

Why do I write?

validation,

truth slammed on the face,

selfish words,

curing emotions,

hiding my identity,

searching for the lost soul,

painting myself,

I'm no flower,


scars on the face,

a voice,

running away,

from whom?

breaking free,

expression is my prayer,

composing a tune,

words,

biggest turn on,

sexing up composition,

another illusion,

the incomplete mind without writer,

head with no heart.

Breaking away from Emotions

Human emotion is defined as carrying multiple factors such as physiological arousal, expressive behavior and conscious experience. The various reactions to sensations be it, fingers accidentally burnt by the stove, feeling of love, intimacy or sex, pain, heartbreak, tears and first instinct of getting angry if we were deprived of dinner whittles down to our emotions as human beings.

What if we could break free from our emotions affecting the brain and pushing us to behave in a more logical way than the other? Being emotionless would imply not responding to any known thing and to guard the self against pain or happiness. Highly unlikely since emotions offer us stability and the ability to love in better ways as humans for we certainly don’t want to become robots or vultures in human form, destroying lives. I am intrigued on bringing a possible disconnect between the emotions and the brain. Perhaps, we wouldn’t feel any pain or hurt.

The various emotional depths are explored by the James Lange Theory of emotions explaining that an external stimulus leads to a physiological reaction, triggering emotions. The fear that rages inside us of falling ill some day or being hit by a car and not finding love after being rejected zillion times makes us insecure. How many times have we heard a friend telling, ‘I don’t feel anything for him or her’? A tale of being emptying the emotional cup after going through upheavals and being filled to the brink that there is no feeling left inside us for that ‘special person.’

I often wonder about the possibility of tired souls undergoing healing after being drained emotionally and being asked to empty everything like this glass of water to experience something fresh inside to chuck out the accumulated garbage inside. Is there something called good emotion or bad emotions, good break up or bad break up and good love or bad love?

The social conditioning or behavioral compass triggers us to react in one way when a pesky relative would call out of the blue and propelling us to act in a cold manner. What if the person offers us something that we love having, in that case, Alphonso mangoes? I bet, it will alter our reaction and makes us wonder what pulls our emotional trigger inside the brain. Such altering behaviour can be quite effective on reactions and how destroying misplaced ego can help us save many relationships, stay calm and can work pretty well to diffuse unnecessary conflicts that acts detrimental to both our mental and emotional health.

It culminates into the last point, the Cannon-Bard theory of emotion enumerated on the experience of physiological reactions and emotionally linked without zilch feeling.  For instance, one may feel pain owing to bad food consumed the last night rather than anger. This addresses the main argument on disconnecting the self from emotions where the theory weighs on emotional responses occurring in a fast manner for us that it becomes tricky to deduce whether they are products of physical exertion or the fear in front of lurking danger appearing in the place of a tingle sensation to run away as the immediate reaction.

Often, a matter of cause-and-effect, emotions are interlinked to the flesh or how disconnected we become with our inner state of being which is increasingly complex to assess. There may not be a clear-cut assessment in separating ourselves from emotions which is a near impossible thing but can happen over fleeting seconds. No, we cannot dissociate emotions but in a moment, a pain may trickle over rather than emotions. There was a time when it was hard to imagine living without this girl but now, her mere sight doesn’t arouse anything in you because sensation and emotions are quite flexible in adapting itself to your new environment.

A cherished song and tears

Staring at the lifeless wall,

smeared with saffron,

stories buried in the ruin of time,

memory is lullaby to the ear,

voices haunting me,

laughter,

quarrel,

sadness,

tears,

just me,

standing at the crossroad,

running away from the cherished song,

days of yore,

disappeared in the distance,

carried away by the dust,

wish I could sleep forever!

conficting emotions haunting me,

ghost and ghouls dancing and playing with my subconscience,

battling fears,

releasing choked feelings,

would take a lifetime,

I shall weather the storms,

flapped by hurricane,

drown my tears in the rain and becoming one with it,

It's all water soaking the soul.

Love

V

Half empty glass and longing for the destination

Unrequited dreams,

half empty glass,

longing for the destination,

love,

unsung battles,

carving new memories,

happiness slathered on the veins,
hope for one lost soul,

waging war within,

flutter of branches,

breaking the silence,

a miasma of cluttered thoughts,
feeling caught in the storm,

choking one's emotions,

craving for the release,

breakaway,

an inner voice shouted,

like the jilted lover.
ain't no magnificent child,
not destiny's favorite,
joined the army of alienated,
denied of love and pleasure,
 swimming among sharks,
no bruise can hurt my soul,
quenching the thirst in the vast sea,
unfulfilled prose.

With love
Vishal

Clipped wings

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Clipped wings,

Caged pigeons,

desire to soar in the sky,

a quest for happiness,

borderless language,

of love and friendship,

to reach heightened destination,

admiring the city’s skyscrapers,

nestled and bundled under the roof,

gaping at the seas and sky,

crazy city life,

a populace constantly on the move,

flying may just be a dream for the fluttered wings,

white,

yellow and

black pigeons,

only one emotion,

an empathic heart,

a quest for freedom enjoyed by humans,

bizarre men and women,

imprisoned in their thoughts,

come and free us,

they implored,

we belong to the skies and stars,

free your mind

Love

Vishal

 

Shifting balance of emotions and relationships

Dating and romance are no piece of cake. Relationships can get complex and is very fleeting in nature, as equation changes every single day or moment when we tend to fall in and out of love.  There are bonds that stay forever or for a very long time that it alters our mental and physical state in such a fashion triggering emotions or scars that stay permanently.

The last relationship that I was involved in took a huge a toll on my emotional well-being and years were spent to get out of it or flush every possible emotion from the system. I fought with myself and will argue, Can one remove every single trace after investing everything in this relationship? It seems like an emotional miasma of despair that spurts like liquid inside your physical body and running through the brain. It's been almost nine years and glad that I am out of it after a long battle with myself. I am not whining or shifting the blame. No! I cannot do that. Playing the blame game doesn't help for none of us are at fault for failing to nurture the plant.

Move on is an easy adjective to describe things that pan out. Fine! We learn to get up, nurse the wounds and take fresh steps again on our journey as we learn our lessons. Every relation, good or bad can teach us so much to empower and give strength.  I saw my relationship with Her as a blessing of sort. Why we cannot remove every single emotional trace?  

First, no matter what we do, say or behave, tiny bit of thoughts will crop up, owing to our imagination, memory of places we’ve been together, a song, film or conversations that keeps popping one after the other inside the head.

 It's not a question about love but the soul itself where the stamp of feeling wanted, emotional drains or disappointment are stuck like a rubber. Love does fly out of the window with time but perhaps we need to look inward to see why the footprint of the past relationships pervades through.
Answers are sought but difficult to find on what ticked or didn't. The best thing is to avoid the questions of 'whatever remained' or else we would never be able find closure or call it quits.  

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We are all special and extraordinary folks capable of loving and getting so much back in return which is again not the best thing to do. At least, do not let the grief or emotional upheaval control the brain that can impede the human growth. The presence of a new person in life can push the delete button of the past love into oblivion. Debatable! Yes, for there are folks who have gone on a dating spree but still cannot come to terms for the traces of past love is like harmful sugar inside the body. I would argue that it depends on us if we are ready to move on and embrace life with a fresh perspective, ready to uncover the layer of dust in the new relationship.

Relationships do change over time for everyone. We are humans and cannot help thoughts stroking our mind and tit bit of conversations piercing the ears. The best thing is not to push away the feeling or words that made us laugh or smile in another time that has gone away. The past will never come back and don’t indulge in self-harm. There is a thin line between love and obsession, don't make it become one or else it was never pure emotions in the first place.

Love
Vishal

Celebrating sweetend hearts, divinity and deleting hate

Sweetened meat,
swirling sensation lashing the tongue,
love,
friendship,
unity,
taste of soft words,
gentle whispers,
divinity,
music stirring the soul
pure love,
delicacies that bind hearts together,
no room for prejudices
hatred shipped to a different planet
the heart only knows how to love
glowing soul
tiny pieces of sparkle
kiss of divinity,
spreading into the veins
sumptuous dinner,
celebrating our differences and emotions,
love has various shades,
hearts are strung together,
one emotion,
our way of love differ,
yet it's symbolism carves its own place,
our heart is the abode of love,
carried in abundance,
 a weapon to thwart effort of haters,
killing innocents,
making them sacrificial lamb,
 a young life killed by mobs,

this Eid,
share love but wear a black band,
say no to violence and cowardice attack,
We are Indians,
we believe in unity and tolerance,
hate shall be met with love.

Happy Eid Mubarak
Vishal

Moist and the tide's flow

Flurry of moist emotions
Blame it on damp weather
Humid stratosphere
Feeling of sleeping and lying low
Lazy mood and moments
Cold sensation
I wanna do bungee jump
swim in icy water
Crazy thoughts
Momentary bliss
Words are the only solace
composing random lyrics
It's the beginning and limitless end
Passion lost and found
Free moments
Conquering the song of the moment
Capturing the spirit
Free flow of the tide
Fluttering of leaves
Slow movements
Breaking monotony
Reversing tide
Sitting still and counting droplet of water
Ease out

Love
V

Bouquet of poems

Allegory of pleasure

Frothy lips with the taste of wine.
Craving for guilty pleasures.
Sensations dripping down;
Alcohol, lust and twist.
Drunk to heavenly bliss.
Dropping everything.
Untying the bra and laces.
Zipping down the pants.
Heads swirling in the air.
It's allegory pleasure.
Imagined in the head.
Wine and writing.
Kickass bed fellows.

********************************************

Friends and the sound of guitar
 
Friends.
fights.
fun.
Silly banter.
Eternal vows.
Thick like dust.
Time is an excuse.
String of friendship is,
like the sound of the guitar.
Anthem of life.
Climbing the stairs of life together.
Days of yore.

Dash of memory.
Bond that twist and spin time.
It's the real deal.

****************************************

Silky and unbridled sensuality

Volcanic sensation.
Smoke curled past mountainous slopes and cavernous curves.
Silky and unbridled sensuality.
Yearning for the perfume of pleasure.
Puckered flowers.
Rose tinted flavor.
Cornucopia of emotions and expressions.
Hymn of life.
Gay abandon.
Lyrical flow.
Rhythm and echo.
Gamut of silliness and youthfulness.
Cooing of love birds.

Love
V
 

Blue azure sky and countless city emotions

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Blue azure sky;

Surrounded by cleft of emotions,

embracing the city,

as the chime of wind flew in my arms.

Life is a springboard of immense and grandeur.

I stand on the edge of the cliff.

The still sea water beneath me.

The madness of climbing the rocks,

to stand tall and in awe of the majestic city.

It stands for dreams to come true.

The joy of being alone.

Yet, finding comfort in the chaotic crowd.

A great boost to one's soul.

Longing for companionship.

Arms wide open.

Capturing the fresh air,

dust flying

and every single emotion.

Laughter.

Heartbreak.

Intimacy. 

Tears.

Love.

Vishal

Wet lips and blissful sex

Wet Lips.

Breathless sensation.

Icy cold hand caressing the skin.

Gently reaching soft breast.

Fire of intimacy.

It ain't purple.

It's plain sex.

Say it loud.

We are sexual beings.

Suppressed feelings and emotions.

Who are we kidding?

Sex is an emotion.

We crave for the adrenaline rush,

pumping into our bodies and senses.

A shot that vibrate,

from top to toe.

Flash of moments wired from the brain,

to our heart and the obvious,

Signs don't lie but humans do.

Burning sensation.

It's the act.

The real deal,

entering each other with passion.

Becoming one with nature.

Pure bliss.

Unadulterated sex.

At Night Fall

Night fall.

Crescent moon.

Blank screen.

Dry ink.

Story untold.

Lush romance.

Unquenched thirst.

Hungry for words.

Troubled waters.

Loner.

Unrequited love.

Mind brewing with countless emotions.

Fragmented emotions.

Picking threads.

Unfulfilled narration.

Trouble waters.

A mind filled with stormy waves.

Closing the eyes,

I find the story in my dreams.

Capturing emotions.

With love

V

Mixed baggage of emotions, feeling your presence my friend

It's a very personal post.For a quite a few days, I am being transported in a trance-like situation and I am delving further into the outer world, free of the human bonding and attachment. Sometimes, I wonder that life is really too short and we should detach ourselves from the real world and emotions. Rather, we should embrace the cosmic world, non-physical and enter the 'energy' body. Let's face it: We are living a fake existence in this world full of hypocrisy and sliding into the non-real of the human bondage and attachment.
I have just realized our fake existence. I mean, I know we are all living a fake life as ordinary mortals. I made an experience 2 days back when I felt the presence of someone in my life. Whoever are reading this post has the right to think that I have gone mad or some shit like that or that I am fooling people around. On Wednesday, I was in a low ebb as I happened to check my orkut page and scrapes that dates back way to 2006. I happened to read the scrap I sent to Sudhu and he sent back to me.
Then, one find day when there was no Facebook and I was gung-ho on Orkut, I remember quite well that time. I just shifted to Mumbai from Pune. One fine Sunday, I was getting bored in my room at Churchgate and went to the cybercafe to check my orkut scraps. I ran through a scrap by another dear friend of mine Koko, telling me..Hi Vishal, by now you must have heard the bad news...Sudhu is no more. He was carried away by the waters at Khadakvasla dam. I was dumbfounded and shell shocked. I mean why on earth, I dint check my scrap earlier and why I was informed much later after he died.
Several questions raced into my mind: How come life is so unfair and someone we are closed to, chose to disappear? Why it happened? Sudhu was the one who gave me the Bachchan nickname and people still knows me as Bachchan in Pune. I njoy being called Bachchan as it reminds me of Sudhu's presence in our lives.
Yeah, I am missing him for days now and perhaps it's his way to tell me that he is around. There are days where one wonder, Dude, why was the need for you to go, why couldn't you wait for some more time. I've been in this mode for a week now and this time around, when I wake up, I don't want to do anything neither I am in a mood to speak to anybody. Life is a bitch. I often wonder about the futility of life. As ordinary mortals, we rush to work and make money. But, does it matter? Coz we can never know when our lives will be over. Personally, it is a very complex situation: At the end of the day, does our existence really carry any value whatsoever? We live in a hypocrite society and lead a very fake existence. We get swayed by big bucks, material stuffs and emotions like love and soo many things associated to it. In fact, what w are living is a mere illusion.
Days before, I was shedding tears thinking of Sudhu. But, before sleeping, I felt a presence, his presence. I have no words to qualify that, He must be laughing looking at me and wanna say, kya re Bachchan, mere ko yaad kar raha hai,,bas kya..I am very happy and looking after you.Yes, Sudhu, I know you are here and I know that whenever I go through a tough time, you will send your blessings. I just need to close my eyes and say a small prayer. You are here forever and ever: Sending your love. Dude, send some more love and vibrations.
We shared good vibes and that's why we became friends. The cosmic energy that we share is intact and I know that you have entered your energy body. You taught me so many things about life and existence. The need to be myself and stand out in the crowd. Sometimes, your absence gets too me and this week, I was trying to reason with myself. Deep down, I know that you are still very much present among us, sending love and sharing happiness. Whenever, I faces any problem, I think of you. You must be negotiating happiness with the Almighty and it will be sent just in time You must be saying: Dude, dekha maine vaada nibhaya.
I am missing you. I know that it's your way of telling, mere ko yaad kar, Hamesha, I have not gone anywhere man and I'm still very much present with you. Sudhu bhai, mine being quiet for the whole day and thinking of the good times we spent together, having daaru, chai aur cigarettes gives me an inner peace. I do get emotional at times, thinking that it's been six years now.I know six fucking years that you chose to enter the 'energy' world. You chose to continue your life in a world completely different from the world I am living. You shall continue to  travel and enjoy being with the angels, having a whisky, dude.
I know that we will meet again. When I enter the 'energy' world, you will be the first one to welcome me. Kya re Bachchan! aagaya tu..daaru piyega. Dude! We shall booze and have lotsa fun like we once used to have in the other world. Till then njoy and continue your journey. One more thing, send some love from time-to-time in my life. I know you are sitting here and smiling. Gosh! I am feeling your presence again. Now, I am feeling better. I know that the love is being sent. Say hi to Dad and bhaiya. Chalo then, bhau..miltey hai. Haan! Promise..well, you know what no need to spell it here..and ya you remember that chick on that evening....hahhah lol...

Thinking of the wonderful moments spent together over..
Sutta, Imperial Blue whisky, cigarette aur chai..
Feeling very emotional nowadays.
Thinking of you, dude.
Tis your way of saying you are visiting and saying Hi in your majestic style.
Like the Greek god, you conquered.
Those reading this might think that I am nuts.
Of course, I am not..
But, they won't understand..let it be..
Getting in the trance and back in the life.
Life is beautiful.
You led a beautiful life here, Sudhu bhai and there as well..Njoy it.
Send some love and magic.
Visit again..
Who said that you are not here?
I know that you are with us and will be forever.
You have reached the immortal existence.
You are superior to ordinary mortals like.
You are and always be with me.
There is  a smile on my face now.

Love as always, Sudhu bhai

Boys and emotions

Okie..dokie..we've earned enough wrath from the fairer sex..coz we are emotionless..we are not caring. In fact, more sustained effort must be made to show them our love. We can't even say I love You, to our moms..Yes! I admit I can't do it. I mean, I just can't. But, does that make us heartless, ruthless?!
Boys are boys. At the risk of sounding a typical MCP, which I am obviously not one, we normally don't say I love you to mom nor do we indulge in hell lotsa conversation with her. Neither, do we write long letters to mom nor do we spend a long time on conversation with her. Girls mostly do that coz they have a lot to tell their mothers. We may call only if we have some burden to unleash or in dire need of money. But, that doesn't mean we don't love our mothers.

We make our mom happy by scoring first class in distinction and get through the merit list at our examinations. I remember the time when I got through the merit list for my master's degree at Mumbai list and that too through my bachelor degree results at Fergusson College. I called mom and she shouted with joy on the phone. We may not be physically present with my mom but, if I am working in some other city or world and doing well, it's my way of telling her how much I love her. I make my parents through small gestures and never show off loads of affection. That's my way or if you like, the boyz ways of making mama and Pop proud.
We operate more or less in the same way with our girlfriends or spouses. We may not say I love you several times but by giving you a surprise gift, red roses or chocolates, it's our way of saying how much we care for you. Same happens for a female friend with whom we share good vibes. Personally, I don't need to tell you that as a friend, I care a  lot for you and that you are a sweet friend. It is through my small and random acts of kindness that you should get the feel. Occasionally, I may surprise you with a goodie or chocolate. That's my way of showing that I care for you and anytime, I am here for you. I have always believed in friendship and don't look for give and take in any relationship. Call at 4 a.m, I will be here for you. That's my way. I don't expect you to give me anything in return. I don't need that nor do I believe. It's sad that many people look for benefits in human relations or friendships. Such relationships never survive and never existed. Dosti kiya toh nibhana padega. When something doesn't happen, we do feel bad. But, it's just that.
It's a myth that boys don't cry and that when their love and dear ones suffer, they don't feel the pinch. bhenchod! Pura bakwas hai. It's just that we don't show our affections and that we cry in silence. We don't like others to see tears in our eyes and it's very true that when we go through a rough patch, we pretend to be happy. It's just that we are designed in such a way.
Speaking of myself, I'm a phenemenon and damn weirdo. Guess, I do things differently and I've earned things like, stop running for friends like that or they will take you for granted. Well, let them take for granted, I don't fucking care. In a nutshell, I am completely unpredictable and emotional by nature..whoa did I just said that? You see, I may not show my emotions but do things in such a way to make you feel special. Guess, they don't make man like me anymore..lol..belief in the adage, give and give...I just don't publicly show my emotions coz I have never believed in that. I prefer to do things in my own way and if there is need to go out of my way to make someone feel special or happy, I shall do so. Well, that's me.

Two strangers on rampage

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We fought each other today.
We haven't even met once.
A new meaning to the buzz 'social network'
We have been arguing on the merits of each other's state.
I reason with her, My state is better than yours' as she reposted,'No mine better.'
The meaningless bickering of a couple who woke up to horror ofter making love to each other.
There is so much love in the fights.
Then, we teased each other.
We don't need to try too hard on each other as our lips plucker in our wildest and craziest imagination.
Distance seperates us, age is a misnomer.
Battle knows no age.
Everything seems fair in war seems to be our motto today.
It's been an unusual interaction.
We ain't a couple.
Plain strangers who crossed each other through Zuckerberg's baby.
Hey Mark do you have the slightest idea what you just did to us?!
Dude, you played with our emotions and created a rift between two distinct personalities.
The world of two extremes.
One shall call it a chance meeting.
Strangers don't just say hi and go on an innocent coffee blind date to hold hands and make love.
We do fight.
This one is a different kind of relationship.
We connect to fight.
It's a crazy and mad world.
Anything can happen. 

Seasons change, Relations change

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 Computers crash, people die, relationships go haywire...the best u can do is breathe n reboot. How true and how  computers and our lives have a strange but close relationships. Well, seen this profile update on my friend's G chat, Seasons change, Relations change and People change. It really hurts a lot when people who matters a lot to us suddenly start behaving so strangely and weirdly as if we never existed. It creates a lot of hurt in us as we ponder, what have we done to deserve all this and it takes us a while to come to terms with it. As a result,,we end up becoming ruthless and wanna hit back on people. We may become so insecure on entering into a new relationship as we know that if things may not turn up in our way, we may may end up hurting ourselves a lot. Some of us often end up being a recluse or enter platonic relationship, being buddy relationship with benefits like plain sex at will since it is fulfilling our needs.Well, well..things happen that way but we would not certainly risk a beautiful relationship with close friends just to fulfill some sexual needs. It will instantly kill the relationship.
Was speaking to a friend yesterday. She was telling me how S on whom she had a crush has started behaving strangely. S used to come to her flat and they would naturally hang around for coffee and all. They were kind of enjoying being together but for some reason or another, they were not dating. Then , there was the pretty T who was a good mate of my friend. They were staying in the same flat.Last week,T happened to see S but as she wanna say hi to him, the latter turned his back on her.How insensitive and ungentlemanly!!!I mean,it's so weird, not to say cheap! A case in point as to how people change with times.
There are people with whom we spent wonderful times together and we cherish every moment of being together. But, when the other person behaves in a weird manner, albeit,refusing to acknowledge our existence, be it through sms,mail, chat or face to face it really disappoints us. We wanna know the reason for the change of feelings.What harm have I done to him or her?Has they got new friends who replaced us in their hearts..Is it way to say dude we moved on!Yeah dude, fine we all need to move on..but, there are certain relationships for which respect must be given, certainly we weren't time pass friends, nor were we fuck buddies. We did spent wonderful times and promised that we will always think of each other and fondly remember the wonderful moments spent together.
By nature, I am a very emotional moments when it comes to friends and my loved ones. There are some friends with whom I'm in touch and am always the first to say hi on phones or via chat. There are others with whom we are not really in touch.But, the distance always melt my heart as I fondly remember moments spent together as if it was just yesterday. My good wishes remain forever with them and pray to god that they do very well in life. i wonder what my life would've been without them. I've grown as a person as like radio mirchi RJ used to say yeh college ki uaadein hamesha saat rahenge I say yeh doston hamesha zindagi mein saath denge..
However, there were some disappointments my friends as you chose to turn a deaf ear to my existence..you don't wanna reply to my Hi..It hurts and pains me a lot but then that's life. I will always think good of you and wish that there is a change of hurt and when we meet, we shall run, hug each other and fondly recollect our college days memories where we laughed so much with each other.
Never mind, I am also eternally grateful to God that there friends who still matters a lot. When the call, I get such a high from life as I thank the sky for blessing me with such great friends and human beings.We may not be in touch every day but I know they care a lot for me and when we speaks, I can feel the warmth and love. At least, seasons may change but the relationships with some people has withstood the test of time and will always.I recognize them.
Time may come and go.
But, you were the ones who were always with me and remained so forever.
You were my friend and was the one I could turned to in times of distress.
You were my support and was always there, reassuring me.
Time elapsed.
Yet, you changed as I ponder, what have I done to you my friend.
You just went way like the end of the season, never to come back.
Yet, I shall always keep you in my heart.
You are special to me.
Remember, we have fond memories of life spent together.
Perhaps, destiny has some other plans.