Almost a year before a thought of writing something came to mind. A not at all connected friend named as Yadhu Krishna had influenced me about penning down my thoughts. So after a year, here I am.
Like thousands of people, I’ve started writing with not just some thoughts but something that is deep inside me, a piece of me, my dreams, my love and my hatred, my gains and my loses, my smiles and tears, me myself. I m thinking of calling this process as “making myself as I am (supposed to be)”
Every day, as I kiss my loved one goodnight, he asks me what I’d do before going to bed and the first thought that would always haunt me was “I will write something”. J
But whenever I tried to do that I couldn’t. Every time I felt “naah, something is missing”. And deleted many files many times. I was not like this before, I am changed.*
I was thinking what could possibly be the reason behind this change?? My busy academic life? Knowing my capabilities (that they are much more than I always thought)? A long lasting family issue that was finally sorted, which gave me so much relief? Actually the answer is the one person, almost two years ago I met this person, a guy who was on a jolly rideJ, and then we became friends, best friends, and now we are synonyms of each other. Kuch bhi naam do. Thoda sa alag sa, very well organised, knows what to do and what not to do? He knows how to live life. Sometimes I think what my life could have been without him? Could my birthday be so beautiful, so colorful without his drawings? My mornings would have indeed been so lonely without his texts. I share my life with him, he owns my life. It’s his. I love him.
I am changed; I now see a glass half full as just that, rather than half empty. Thanks to him.
*no conditions apply.
