Sunny!

The rains have finally stopped and sun rays have started peeking from amidst the clouds. The mood has shifted... Who knows the phase might just pass...

“Dear brother…”

Dreams… hopes…expectations…Somewhere unknowingly our lives have become arrested amidst these few words. And then when they are shattered all that is left behind is, amidst the ashes, frustration, depression and self pity. Can words really describe life? How did both of us mess our lives between these words, dear brother?

A few words said by you today is putting my mind to unrest. It is still echoing in my ears… “What I should have done, you are doing it. I am really proud to be your brother!” Simple words, but see it is making me cry! Proud?? To be my brother?? Its like an honorary statement for me. You might not be aware of, but its you who I am proud of, in spite of all your mistakes.
How do I tell you that one of the major influences in my life has been you, and that’s why I m what I am. How do I say that its you from whom I have always learnt the way to talk, to formulate thoughts into ideas? How do I say that it has been your inspiration which has made me put down my inhibitions away and become a jolly friendly being.
How can I say that it had been your absence from the family which had made me realize the strength of family ties and bonds. That it had been while I was yearning for your presence obsessively that I had learnt to be independent, that it was your expectations which had me work hard.
How do I forget that it had been you who had first taught me to wear jeans, to dance… that it had been conversing during those long walks into the dark nights that had taught me to think and analyse? How do I forget that it had been you who had always encouraged me to take on challenges in life?
How do I tell you I am proud of the way you have moved on in your life? How do I tell you though I may not appreciate your ways of dealing with problems yet I am proud of the fact that you have never lost the spirit. That you have always moved ahead with your failures, with the same zeal. That it was you who had taught me to share happiness with others and keep the sorrows to oneself.
That it was you who had always helped me with my problems, given me the best of the advices, patiently and tactfully you have made me realize my faults, shown me how to live for oneself, how to drink life to the lees and live to the fullest!
How easily you put difficult sentiments into simple words, how easily you could say that you are proud of me. Taking your cue, I boast today that you had been my hero all through, that in spite of all your faults and mistakes- I am proud of you, dear brother… I am proud to be your sister and of the fact that YOU are my brother.
I am proud that you are what you are!!

Keeping Pace

Chilling Outside… wet roads, all muddy and splashing everywhere… Drizzling all round...all washed away… Smells like monsoon, and with it brings a gloom. People walk past, some brushing away the drizzles and some walk by as if the pours hardly touched them. Screeching sounds of car tyres hitting the muddy surfaces… some still partying late nights, some cosily secure in their warm beds with their partners.
Candle light dinners, long drive, stolen kisses, late night calls…
Dreams woven into empty spaces… dreams shattered silently…
Faded smiles… Some unshed tears blinking on the surface, some pressed onto the cushions…
Hearts linked…Hearts broken…. Striving towards the unknown…Driving into the dark…
A newborn baby, a flower crushed… Something unspoken, some unheard…
A dark highway…a lonely street…
Life goes on…So do I.