Just a day

It was a day. She woke up lazily, trying to get back to her bed. But something seemed to pull her back. And she woke up.


Just like a duck, when out of water shakes its body to shake off water, she stood up by her bedside and shook off her laziness. She peeped into her closet, found the perfect pairs of shorts and socks, and also her favourite sports Tshirt. Lazily sitting on the potty, she thought of what all she had seen moments ago in her dream. Still dreamy, she wondered what would have happened had the dream continued. Getting out and brushing her teeth; she washed her face and changed clothes.



Going downstairs, she made herself a cup of hot tea. Tea... wow ! Tea had always been the thing for her. She always needed a cup full of it, no matter whether it was the warm summer, the sobre winter or the chilly rains. A cup of tea, was truly her cup of tea, for she was really good at making tea. Not just did she feel that, but her family acknowledged it as well. The cup of the magic potion of tea in her hands, she went and stood in front of her usual place, the eastern window. The shine was visible on the horizon. She was lucky enough to be living in an apartment that faced the North and the East. The East, as she could always fill her eyes with the godly sunrise. And the North, for it always showered her with the best f the winds.



It was however, a day different than the routine. She knew something had been coming. It had been the death anniversary of her Great Grandmother, and the whole night had passed in the memories of the old lady. Her dreams that day, had been obscure, and whenever happened so, she knew that the day was going to be bad. She noticed the sun peeping up the mountains. Getting astonished by the sight of it, she laid the cup of tea on the teapoy. She closed her eyes, and neatly folded her hands with the feminine sincerity; and prayed to the sungod that he may grant peace to the soul of her great grandmother. After the little voluntary closure of eyes, she opened them, to find the sun significantly leaving the horizon.



She had her cup of tea, enjoying every gulp, and then washed her cup by herself. She then put on her trainers, and went down in the parking of her apartment. Mounting on her moped, she drove to the stadium which had been an integral part of her life. It was where she took her athletics sessions first as a kid. She had once been a respactable name in athletics, only to one-fine-day get bored of it. She had then switched onto basketball. She dutifully did her 3 rounds about the stadium, and then continued on with her aerobics. She was aware of the eyes of the cricketing boys glancing at her, sometimes gazing at her body in shorts and Tshirt while sometimes getting amazed at how indifferent and non-responsive she had been. She continued to think on about her dream, yet while continuing her exercise.



When she felt she should call it a day, she returned back to the parking lot of the stadium, and mounted her moped. It was still quite early morning. She thought it would be great, if she would explore newer roads. She went by the service road, only to glance at a familiar looking mid-aged couple. They, she realised, were the parents of her ex-boyfriend. They were the very people because of whom she had to undergo the breakup. A bright smile lit up her face, as she greeted them cheerfully. Her reaction considerably eased the atmosphere, and she too received a wave and cheerful smiles from both of them.



Getting back home, she almost didn't believe that it all had happened so smoothly, and politely. She turned on her laptop; and switched on the internet. She checked her usual mailbox, which was as-usual full of forwards. Deleting the ones which had been already seen, she saw the ones that seemed new. Doing that, she then proceeded to check her personal mailbox. She was rather surprised to see an email from her first ex-boyfriend; the first of the two that she ever had. It was a reply to her birthday wish. He confessed all the mistakes he did, all the lies he'd said, and asked an apology for all the hurt he'd ever caused to her. The reason for all his lies was that, somewhere in his heart, he knew he was inferior to her-in terms socially, intellectually, practically and all other ''-ally''s. She had never made him feel that he was so, but this very warm heart of hers had made him fall for her-deeper and deeper. And then perhaps was his insecurity that made him lie about the things which had caused the break-up.


She thought on. She knew everytime that he lied, that it was a lie, but had acted on as if it was true. She never really wanted to be a spoilsport. She never wanted herself to point out to him that he had been wrong, or that he had lied. And yes, she desperately wanted to save the relationship. A silent tear rolled down her eye. She was quick.. indeed quick to wipe it away, but the next one followed. She couldn't control it now. She let away each and every pent up tear away from her eyes.. She let it all flow.. Let it all away.


But she wondered why exactly she was crying. For the guy who had caused her so much of pain? Or for herself who had been the victim of all his emotional torture? It's other than these things she thought !


Later, she went out for her lectures, studied very nicely, like a perfectly sincere girl, and then reported the events of the day to her friends. They invariably suggested that she mustn't break her head over his confessions. She agreed with a part of it, if not the whole. She wondered how her reaction must be at such an occurence. She surely had loved him, no matter the fact that he didn't. The subdued part of her heart was asking her to forgive him, like what she had always been doing till then. But her friend advised her, that it wasn't going to help. Things don't work this way, dear ! You can't just let him play with your emotions like then, and then even clear him off by forgiving him. Obviously, if it's forgiveness you want to render; then forgive, but don't forget. You can't let somebody just come, play and walk over you ! Her friend's words echoed on.


On her way back home, she saw her ex-boyfriend himself, the one whose parents she had bumped into the very morning. She saw him, but it seemed he didn't notice her. Wasn't his fault, she thought, as it was her back he saw. And that too, she'd covered herself in her stole. She certainly had the option of initiating a conversation, but she chose instead. She didn't really know what inside her made her feel repelled to him, considering the fact that they had been friends even after the break-up. Slowly, she walked on.


She reached her grandmother's apartment, thinking of all the things the day witnessed. Funny, she thought. Starting from there after about an hour and a half, she reached her apartment with a huge bag, only to find no electric current. Cursing load-shedding, she waded through 6 floors, and got home. The moment she climbed the last step of the huge flight, the passage flooded with electric light. Frustrating... frustrating... it just can't get more frustrating than this, she thought.


But it did. After an hour or so, she got a phonecall. She picked that up, and heard some seriously screeching female voice. Clearly enough, a guy was talking in a female voice. The same day, she had got some messages from an unknown number. Asking who the number was, it turned out to be the same person who had tried to impersonate as a female. What could be a more pitiable thing than that a guy trying to infeminate to try to reach filth he called a crush? she thought. The person had been the most irritating, annoying personality she'd ever come across. And she hated him.


Wondering whether the bads of the day had ended, she dreamily walked down her staircase... Only to fall down and get hurt. She somehow gathered herself, and proceeded to the bed. She took a book whose last 50-some pages were remaining to be read. She read them, and went down for dinner. She watched some TV, which was rather unusual for a TV-hater like her. But you never know what all can happen today !


It wasn't really the end of the day, she also had a bad stomach while going to sleep, that ached all along the night.


Just a day !

Two People in your life

I had once said to a friend of mine, "When your greatest strength becomes your greatest weakness, you cannot fogrive yourself."

To the readers of this blog article, I specifically want to ask a certain specific question. A question that I have rarely asked anybody. In your mind, O reader, I want you to choose 2 people in your life. People who really matter to you, whose existence in your life makes a huge difference just by theirs being in it. I want these 2 people to be someone close to you... whom you love, and who love you back, and you don't need to ask or tell them about the love between you both. I do NOT want you to include your recent crushes or girl/boy friends, just for the sake of it, if you sooner or later are going to break-up with them. I want both of these two people to be parts of your whole life.. and that too, without a doubt.

After you are done with the choosing of these people, I want you to segragate these both into, Your Greatest Strength and Your Greatest Weakness.

Your greatest strength signifies the person who can bring a cheerful curve on your smile any single moment. It is the person who can fade your laziness and instill a kind of energy and hope into you. It is the person who is your friend, philosopher and guide in the truest sense. It is the person, by whose mere thought, your mood and thoughts change. It is the person whose mere company can settle a lot of things straight. And in some quota, you want to be a little like that person, yet there isn't a twang of jealousy.

On other part, is your greatest weakness. It is the person, who can numb your veins, block your thoughts and hinder your actions, all in a positive sense. You immensely love the person, and there is a certain desire in your heart to shield that person from every imaginable calamity. You want that person to be safe, and you want that person to be all yours. You are possessive about him/her, and you have totally bounded yourself in loving that person boundlessly.

Think about it. It helps, to know the people who really matter to you and vice-versa. I know my answers.

And now, read the first line of this text again. Think about it.