Vulnerable

We have all been vulnerable, 

Vulnerable post midnight. 

When the world sleeps

And thoughts creep

And eyes weep

When the hearts breaks

And the thoughts shake

And life aches;

We have all been vulnerable. 

-Abhishikta

427! Goodbye

I've been a sucker for well defined goodbyes.  For I've taken hope way too seriously for the vague ones.
I've been too bad with goodbyes anyway,  both ways.

Today was a Goodbye to Ushashree Pg turned Lakshmi Srinivasa Pg.  Not that I've been staying there for quite some time,  but today,  as N leaves,  it somehow is the defined last day, post which I cannot just land up at Marathalli,  go to the balcony and keep staring at the moon.
The dining space biiiiiig glass overlooking the city like I've always wanted from my house,  the left window overlooking the board that said Hyderabad that I've been staring at since June 2015, the balcony that has been the post Friday high destination for long songs,  the mid way maroon sofa for mushy sheltered night calls,  427 with Sunny Deol posters finally being taken off the wall, a room with million memories, takes its leave finally.

My first home away from home which I hated and loved,  just as much.

And to think of it,  somewhere,  a little above 500km,  another home loses its babies while little things of mine, little parts of me, goes down the dustbin as unnecessary, as well, which I thought would pull me back someday. Told you about undefined goodbyes and hope already ah?

That's a tale for another day.
My old mate,  Goodbye!

Oh dear heart!

How would I be there for you?
The rain's already pouring.

Ik Onkar Satt Naam

My forever plan B,  just in case I failed my semester was to buy a one way ticket to Amritsar and never return.

Suddenly,  the plan B, for failing life is falling on the same line.

Full circle?
Plan B to remember
Plan B to remember
Plan B to remember

While we go gaga over Father's Day,  and few of us go over the mile with father and father-in-law collage (something that I've never been able to understand,  but then well,  feelings are feelings as I've been told), let me wish the woman who drives better than she cooks but then,  ends up cooking a 4 course meal every day (at the very least),  and still shows up at work,  sharp at 9:30,  of course with a lot of complains,  but well,  she does.

Growing up with ideologies of challenging stereotypes, weaving dreams had all the support in the world;  boyfriends,  outings,  staying out,  staying away,  travelling alone,  travellong wide,  travelling with rather questionable people, were always a yes. She regrets today,  for the wilding she's raised I'm sure :D
Of course she faced the societal consequences since 199* but I was always at the best of my heart!
The society is getting to the best these days though, with marriage jazz,  shall pass I'm sure.

So,  to the mother who has NEVER let me down, who has taken impossible amount of stress at my 47 in Geography of class 8 but stayed rock solid with support and pamper when my first job offer went for a toss,
A VERY Happy Father's Day.

To all the Fathers,  to my Father and to THE Father,  enjoy your day Gentlemen! <3 p="">

This too shall pass...

Some days,  deserve all the spotlight

To S (who has repeated and laughed and not taken cue) for the story
To A (who could not make it on 10th)  for pushing me and prolonged evaluations
To S (who showed immense patience from Kolkata on date nights) for the tune
To K Di (who was there even from her Pondicherry trip) for the chords
To A Aunty (who would read this and not feel a thing)  for the lesson long ago

Thank you!

Major public speaking,  check

Doing Fine

Sometime,
Anytime,
In real
On in dreams,
When you're back to pay your due;
Know it!
Know it with all my pride
I'm doing more than fine;
With or without you.

-Abhishikta