Mere yaar ki shaadi he

One of my best friends got married. A guy who was/is my sounding board, one who taught me that being different was OK, who found in me an intriguing mixture of confusion and confidence, of innocence and complexity, whom i loved and who loved me…he who found my eyes beautiful, who thought i was a witch with oriental charms bewitching unsuspecting guys, who insisted i must have been a princess in my previous birth, who taught me basketball…, a guy who made me feel beautiful and loved down to my toes.

We found each other rather too late in life – when life was about to take us down different paths. But in the short time we were together, we shared more than some people share in a lifetime. We parted as friends, with no bitterness that usually marks the end of a passionate relationship.

i wish him happiness. And i wish him strength to be himself, always.

Home

We moved on saturday.Having a real tough time trying to set up the new place.Have spent the last three days unpacking. And on top of it, i have a bad cold. i took yesterday off because i was feeling so bloody sick.

i was sorting out the things and i found my old diaries. So i spent half the day reading them and drowning in nostalgia. All the old memories came flooding back. i miss the old carefree days - of evenings spent playing basketball, of adda sessions fueled by lebu cha, of crushes and blushes...For a few hours, i relived my past. ummm....