postcards from Trivandrum
Dear D,
I don't know why I am writing to you here. I don't know if you will ever read this.
But uncertainty is an essential flavour that makes life edible, right?
I saw you in my dream today. You were laughing. You looked so young and carefree.
And your skin was glowing.
It inspired me; to become a better person, to become a stronger woman. I don't know how or why
But it did;
D, know that the person who hurt you, did not know what he was losing. I am sure you have not let
that affect you. I wish I could meet you someday in the same state as I did in my dream.
So long.
Dear Vee,
We rode to the beach, me and Shital.
There it was, a mysterious object, its surface shining in the setting sun, barely visible above the sand, offering the temptation to be examined. Curiosity got the better of my friend and she touched
it slightly with her feet.
A huge crab that was partially buried in the sand scuttled out of its secure hiding place, obviously annoyed out of its siesta; Shital screamed her lungs out.
The people nearby looked at us amused. She was cursing until she recovered from the initial shock.
I could not stop laughing. It was like the time we went on laughing in Satish sir's nature class.
I'm glad I managed to make friends :)
To new friendships...
The two out of three times we met, you told me how much you love to travel.
I travel a lot nowadays, mostly alone. I am not sure if I would like it any other way.
What part of travelling do you like? Is it the packing and planning, is it when you close the door and leave, is it the journey, hours that require you to think and reflect, or not to, is it the anticipation of reaching a new place not knowing what awaits you or is it the longing to go back home?
When the daytime Ananthapuri I board, passes through the villages, watching from the tainted and stained glass of my compartment, the yellow filtered view of a hundred wind fans rolling by, I pause my thoughts when I pass your native place to think about you.
I don't know why I am writing to you here. I don't know if you will ever read this.
But uncertainty is an essential flavour that makes life edible, right?
I saw you in my dream today. You were laughing. You looked so young and carefree.
And your skin was glowing.
It inspired me; to become a better person, to become a stronger woman. I don't know how or why
But it did;
D, know that the person who hurt you, did not know what he was losing. I am sure you have not let
that affect you. I wish I could meet you someday in the same state as I did in my dream.
So long.
***
Dear Vee,
We rode to the beach, me and Shital.
There it was, a mysterious object, its surface shining in the setting sun, barely visible above the sand, offering the temptation to be examined. Curiosity got the better of my friend and she touched
it slightly with her feet.
A huge crab that was partially buried in the sand scuttled out of its secure hiding place, obviously annoyed out of its siesta; Shital screamed her lungs out.
The people nearby looked at us amused. She was cursing until she recovered from the initial shock.
I could not stop laughing. It was like the time we went on laughing in Satish sir's nature class.
I'm glad I managed to make friends :)
To new friendships...
***
DearThe two out of three times we met, you told me how much you love to travel.
I travel a lot nowadays, mostly alone. I am not sure if I would like it any other way.
What part of travelling do you like? Is it the packing and planning, is it when you close the door and leave, is it the journey, hours that require you to think and reflect, or not to, is it the anticipation of reaching a new place not knowing what awaits you or is it the longing to go back home?
When the daytime Ananthapuri I board, passes through the villages, watching from the tainted and stained glass of my compartment, the yellow filtered view of a hundred wind fans rolling by, I pause my thoughts when I pass your native place to think about you.
***
I am just..stunned. You have matured so much as a writer blesky. And I love that. Lovely. Keep reading and there will be more beauty in your words, thoughts and mind. And Shital, who is she? I am jealous now! :D Trial-packing again? ;-) On the other hand, you laughed our Satish sir class laugh. What can be more beautiful? Keep laughing.
ReplyDeleteThank yous, yours is the only approval i seek for my writing skills, after all you were the one who saw me evolve as a writer from std. III and yes, all the reading is apparently doing a lot of good. More than anything, its keeping me engaged fruitfully. I want you to write more tooo... love.
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