Dear Puja

This post has been written for Day 14 of the 30 Days 30 letters challenge. Topic for today: A Letter to Someone you’ve drifted away from


 

Dear Puja,

Moving down the memory lane, I still remember our fun, eventful and happy go lucky school days. And then came those sundays or weekends when we used to stay over at either of ours’ place, play lego, complete homework together, go out to the nearby park and enjoy. How simple life was! Happiness meant simple things like hanging out together, even with parents over a dinner or a movie.

Well, I cannot say I have absolutely drifted away from you but perhaps our different strides, lives and priorities take up much of our time, to find the same for one another.

Nevermind; for that has never robbed us of that silent faith we had in each other. If I look back, it has been around 15 years for you to have migrated to a new continent. It is a long time indeed. The fact about us both, that I often laugh at, how innocent and silly friends we were in school and today how beautifully mature our friendship is!

Considering your infrequent visits, we actually never got that opportunity to be close-knit with each other as we grew from kids to adolescents to adults. Yet, each time you came back to the country for a beautiful sojourn, time flew so fast and we have always had so much to catch up, so much to share and walk away with a fulfilment of having met a friend of a lifetime!

Well, you indeed are a friend for a lifetime. And yes, I do look forward to spend more quality time with you. We’ve drifted apart? Yes, only continentally!

Love and Lots of Pleasant Remembrances,

Yours,

Nitu 🙂

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Dear C

This post has been written for Day 9 of the 30 Days 30 letters challenge. Topic for today: A Letter to Someone you wish you could meet!

I first saw him as a contestant of a singing reality show on television. The first impression I carried, was best described by one of the judges. He (the judge) said, “Your voice has a beautiful element of truth that reflects the purity of your heart.” He has been my favourite ever since. While reading about him on the internet, I stumbled upon his blog, and inspiration followed instantly. Soon after, we began interacting. We have never met, yet he holds an important place in my life: Someone I wish I could meet, some day!


Dear C,

I’ve thought of writing a letter to you so many times but I simply could not, thinking it would be so stupid of me! It has been nearly seven years to have followed you over your blog and our infrequent and brief yet, very meaningful and special conversations.

Very few people have that magical power to bring a smile, and emanate inspirations from what they do, write, undertake. The day I read your blog, smiles and inspirations permeated from those words at the very first glance. It was magic. Seeing you on television was an experience, while reading and getting to know you as a writer is another, both having one thing in common: they are magical.

I read somewhere, “Happiness without a reason is actual happiness, for there are no conditions attached.” Knowing you, reading your work brings me a different joy, that has no reason. At times it makes me think, at times it enlightens, at times there are memories flooding, at times triggering emotions buried deep within. Each such time, there’s this beautiful reverie that I get lost into.

Here, I can’t help but mention my favourite of your posts (dating back to 2010), “Something Old, Something New”, where you wrote:

“…He intends to be that child in his writings again. He intends to use the language he wants, to write whatever he wants even if it’s politically incorrect & may rattle some sensibilities. Perhaps no one is judging him, but sometimes a man has to be his own judge….”

Reading this, I instantly recalled how I felt reading my old writings. At times you realize you were so naive; although you often feel like going back to that carefree self. How things change with time! Talking of the same over a chat, we agreed upon the thought: “Never feel you have come or walked too far. You can always walk the road back.”

Sitting quietly in solitude on a late night, or an idle afternoon, when I think of it all, it seems like a film of words and pictures running through my head. That is perhaps when I feel, how wonderful it would be to see you in person over a happy encounter. There would be so much we would talk about, exchange, learn, get inspired and be happy. Yes, you are someone I wish I could meet. I’ll do just what your writing makes me do: keeping the good hope alive 🙂 On that note, I’d like to recollect a few lines I wrote for you long ago.

With his magic, he charms,
He sings and he sways,
He indeed inspires in a hundred ways.
Words often lose their meaning
And language – it’s essence,
When I speak of that Inspiration!

They say you’ve never met
Much about him – you certainly know not!
Yet, what is this bond, this unknown knot?
As I watched him on the celluloid
Or when I read his blog,
I could relate to his words,
that filled my void:
The void of an inspiration!

Indeed, with his magic he charmed,
Leaving Behind,
A world beautifully transformed!

Many thanks for the inspirations, C! Keep the Charm!

Love

Niyati

P.S. – Remember you told me, “…Our merry banter that I hope will happen some day!” The feeling is still mutual. I do hope I meet you some day, at least for that interview, after which I’d write, “A Dialogue with C!” 🙂

An Ode to the Paradise in Solitude

 

Till Yesterday –

She was just another face in the multitude;

She lived, she laughed to enjoy life’s ride;

She loved to express; her words meant something;

She was detached with smiles, and yet moving on;

She walked the road all alone;

Hers was a journey soaked in solitude;

A beautiful one, yet all in seclusion.

Today,

She’s the same face, yet different;

Her eyes are the same, hopes have multiplied.

Her questions are the same, perspectives have changed.

Joys are still there within, reasons have multiplied.

She ambles in solitude; yet a shadow always follows!

Her dreams are still the same; yet she embraces them with confidence!

She still loves to express; her words are inspired by miracles

Those miracles – she just began to believe in!

Today,

Her life’s got a new meaning;

Glee and Delight are freshly and noveau;

Richness has turned its little box into a treasure.

A Cupid just touched her;

And she’s got wings to soar the seventh sky –

Where she found her paradise in solitude.