The downpour is now fading at a snail’s pace and requesting me goodbye. It has blessed me with new pals who are no more friends, but are yet more than that. The hangouts are so very regular. Friendship seems sweeter than it was before. Time is passing at a lightning speed. Days after days, parties after parties and now street roaming are my new addiction. I am so much addicted to fun; or may be Fille, Rashi and Beans; or may be Fille! I don’t know if I am changing or its feeling, but life seems beautiful! Who knew that the mouth-shooter irritating lad will stand such importance in my life? But let me not overlook, I am” miss touch me not”!
“My thoughts be pure and my heart at peace” #iquote
May be this panic in my mind will never let me believe about any fumbled relation in years. No, I am not frightened in relation to falling, I am just disturbed about that one man who will take effort to catch me if I… All I need is point in time!
(Each passing day seems like a very enthusiastic ‘filmlike’ fairytale. Everything just so perfect to make a martini. )Brightening sparkly sky has held up its finest gigantic star shining through my window pane kissing my dreams goodbye. Parrots sitting on my window wishing me good morning and how can it not happen that my portable phone fails to wish me too? Yes, undoubtedly it’s gotta be my new friends. “Its Bean’s calling sugar” walked my mother in my room with smiling lips on her beautiful face. Now what? It’s a party invite. Merrymaking time at Fille’s mansion. The image you see of me out in Friends is really different from who I am in real life.So this gala time is going to be as best as lemonade added with ice cream on top of it. It’s time to depart my so-called buddies at this moment. Well, Fille is going away to South Africa tomorrow. Who knew that this foe turned out to be close ally will bring tears into my eyes. It’s time we all are hugging him a safe and sound voyage and yes certainly a miss me kiss. Rashi, Harry, Beans and we all are missing him already.
Its end of the day, the moon is full however I am still timid and fumbled and all anxious but blissful. My cushion is damp, as to the restless night feelings I am thinking in my mind. I don’t digest things with my mind though however the fear of losing you has positioned its brave foot in my life already. Innocent of this adieu night to you I kissed you cheerful departure on your neck and waved you 2 dried roses I always kept in stuck between my manuscripts, I wish I had handed them before. Now when you are gone far and rest my love in your heart, I wish your return in a very time.
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Non-FictionHello everybody, it’s a last day of July and I am having my mid day meal, before this warmness goes and hides somewhere near pinnacles of lost dreams, I would pen it down to you. Before I could probably tell you this story I would like to ask you fe...
