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Strangers Who Left A Sparkle In My Life

I rushed out of the house. I was already late and my mom was on the brink of rage. Mom has been nagging me to go to my cousin’s house from past one month and today was the day. I had to keep up my promise of spending a day with my ‘reticent cousin’- as I call him and get a package that my aunt is supposed to give. He stays in the outskirts of the town and I was about to miss the last auto-rickshaw of the day to get there. Travelling with the fellow beings of the planet can’t get much more interesting.
I have met him just thrice since my childhood days and this makes the situation much narrow. I avoid being around people who hardly spill out any words. The chances of I liking his company seems like the amount of bitterness in sugar crystals.

Counting this as a day wasted, I managed my way through the narrow and shadowy street and I found the last vehicle just about to leave. I saw the black smoke it left so I shouted at the driver and waved my hand to stop it. The screech sound confirmed that it stopped and I consoled myself. I got on the auto and adjusted myself amidst the unknown humans and found myself panting. An old man, quite aged, extended a bottle of water. The bottle’s base was distorted and was covered with dirt. I did not accept his offer and told that to him in a kind manner. I was pleased by his nature though.

There was something different in this journey. Looking at other people I felt as if each had a story to say, each had a lesson to teach and each possessed a life experience that I should grasp.

I would reach there in an hour so I had enough time to enjoy the journey. We were eight passengers in all. The thick plastic sheet above our heads safeguarded us against the morning summer heat. The three passengers facing me were all below their forties. One was a fair toned girl in her mid twenties probably. Her rose cheeks and dreamy eyes can never fail to attract anyone, especially a person like me. Her kurta was pale and had patchworks all over but her eyes longed to reach distances. She smiled at me and her tender lips quivered displaying the innocence. I smiled back as if it is contagious. The old man who sat near me had a walking stick. ‘His each wrinkle has a story behind’ – I smiled at the thought of this and a man who was sitting diagonal to me noticed this. I turned away my head in embarrassment – what would he think of a girl who is smiling without a visible reason. After sometime when I found him peeking out of the window, I looked at him. His enticing features gave me butterflies in my stomach. The dark-skin toned man, thick eyebrows, deep manly eyes – I couldn’t understand what was happening with me that day. My thoughts broke as his phone bell sang a desi song. He informed his sister that he will reach in five minutes and that was enough to shatter my heart into tiny pieces. I could do nothing else but admire his handsomeness until he got down. After paying the auto wala he left. Two small boys who were fast asleep in the state of euphoria woke up when they dashed on the old man’s hand as the auto stopped with a jerk. One had a cotton candy in his hands which was about to fall any moment. I was fascinated by their love when one boy made the other lay on his lap and no sooner both fell asleep again. I smiled.

Two ladies, clad in sarees of the local fashion boarded the auto and got adjusted in the empty place. The auto now got crammed. They seemed too funny. Probably they were vendors because they had the big bamboo baskets which had few mangoes left. They bent down and fit the baskets under the seats. Speaking in loud voices, funny dialects, they managed to bring in a lively environment. Their conversations were so humorous that the girl with rose cheeks smiled looking at me, I smiled back. Strangers have a unique language- the language of serenity. ‘I could understand this girl more than my cousin’, I thought. A pool of questions flooded my mind suddenly.

‘Did I always ignore my cousin that makes me hate him?’

‘Have I ever tried to respect his calmness?’

‘Does he not talk because he simply is not used to it?’

‘He must like me in fact. Why not?!’

‘Have I misunderstood that all reticent people are rude?’

I can’t think anymore. I felt as if I was doing a big mistake these many years by mistaking him to be rude. ‘When I can like almost all the strangers with whom I spent just an hour, why can’t I enjoy the company of my cousin?’

The auto bumped and stopped and the driver announced the arrival of destination. I bought the remaining mangoes from the cheeky ladies to give it to my cousin. Their smiles refilled my drained heart with more faith and happiness. I helped the pallid faced old man to get down safely and he blessed me.

I paid the ladies and turned and was surprised to find my cousin.

“Hey”, he said.


Strangers teach things- in a unique language that only our hearts can understand – universal language of hearts that has no translations.

In Search Of A Smile

The car’s horn blared. With a jerk she awoke from her blissful dream; a dream full of past memories which stays evergreen. She never needs to be asleep to get those thoughts but just a free moment— anytime. The dusk had already fallen and the headlights were fighting its way through the smog. Things were barely visible outside which added up her free moments. She looked into the darkness and recollected things again. Every single thing appeared before her as if it’s a motion picture. Memories glistened as the thought of going there again struck.

It was 8:30 am and she was still half asleep. She felt someone move over her bed and with her half-opened eyes she shouted. Two of her friends were looking right into her face and one of them said, “Good morning lady, we won’t let you sleep. Wake up!” She got super irritated and playfully started fighting with them. They chit-chatted for a while and everything fit even more perfectly in their lives as the coffee arrived.

Those were the days, she thought. Now, it’s all different. When the sun uncovers itself from the horizon every day she wakes up to a dawn full of worries and pain. She thinks of the world of true friends who always needed her in everything, not only to get things done. That is why those memories had so much of the sweetness hidden in them. She desperately needed to reach her destination. There was still a long way to go to her world of happiness. It felt as if she left her smile back there and has to go back to get it or rather search for the lost ‘smile’. How sympathetic it sounds! She melted into her thoughts again.

The sleepovers were amazing. The burden of studies always multiplied when they were together. But the fact that it was multiplied with zero can’t be denied. She never had to pretend to be someone else. She had her originality and was never mocked at for that. The neighbours had their own way to please her. They were gems. She missed the calm long walks. Literally every bit she missed.

The car took a turn and she found herself in a place of familiarity. Last night she doesn’t remember when she fell asleep with all those thoughts running through her mind. She felt as if she woke up to her dreams. The air smelled perfect, it smelled of memories. She found her favourite statue covered up in weeds. That gave her the realisation of time. She was celebrating even though she knew things were not the same there. The floods had separated everyone. People moved away from that place and never returned back. Her family moved far away too. Her family hadn’t actually lost anything at all in the floods or her friends’ families did. But they all moved in search of a place that promised better earnings. This place therefore never brings in any bad memories to them. After many years, she tried to feel the things and store them in her heart so that she can unlock them and feel it anytime she wants in the future. She found her lost smile.

She got out of the car and found new people everywhere. It was no more ‘her’ place. But it was, in her heart. She imagined her friends and neighbours run towards her to hug and soothe her. But it stopped as people just brushed aside her telling her to move out of their ways. She still loved the place. They had to continue their journey as their final destination had not yet arrived. This place falls on the way, so they halted to get back the feel of crisp memories. She sat back in the car and leaned as her eyes brimmed with tears. She whispered as her voice barely came out, “Mom” and she paused. She could speak no further.

Her mom replied as if she read her daughter’s mind, “You’ll get back those days child, in some other way. Nothing is constant in anyone’s life. Life is indeed a beautiful struggle.”

She grasped that and leaned onto her mom’s shoulders, closed her eyes and fell asleep. She felt a pang of relief rush in.

A Mom-Made dish

Put my head in.

The stinky pot smelled.

The dish I hated.

I found.

It is a mom-made dish

My friend’s mom though.

For my graduation day?

Specially for my graduation day, she claims.

Beautifully mistook, she did.

That, to be my favourite.

Because I enjoyed smelling it,

she thought.

My childhood story it is.

That haunts me.

All my special days- she spoils.

Someone tell her, the stinky dish though.

I used teenage as the reason,

I explained it—

No more I like it.

Putting the blame on hormones.

Now that is how I saved.

My upcoming special days.

I love her, not her smelly dish.


No, I just saved my days.

A note to my friend.

#Dedicated Post

Good old days!
These days, I often catch myself pondering about the nostalgic thoughts. It doesn’t mean that I’m living in the past. The past memories are so crisp that it motivates and inspires me to move further.
The memories about my friends I mean.
I had previously dedicated a post for them, ‘The Lost Gems Of My Crown’
But this is something direct, to one girl.
It’s her birthday tomorrow and all I can do now is to dedicate a post— Hey, you’re afar there!

I’ve to consider myself lucky, very lucky because I’ve heard people say that it’s hard to find good friends. May be because I had never experienced such a situation, I didn’t know its depth.
But now as loneliness has crept in and no one is there for me to ask— ‘Hey, why are you gloomy? Cheer up girl!’ I realize that she was a real gem!

We’ve had heaps of good times. The last bench fun in the class rooms, the sleep-overs, the long walks, the selfless talks….. it goes on. When I was with her—

I was never laughed at on my mistakes,
I was inspired to paint and draw more,
I was lent a helping hand,
I was never let down,
She made me feel beautiful always,
She made me braver,
She made me feel comfortable with the life,
She made my presence feel worthy and valuable!

What more a person needs in his/her life?! It’s much more than the paper notes and the coins can offer.
I’m proud to have such a pure relation – no one can buy it, no one can beg for it.
I was in a very bad phase of my life a few years back! That is when I had to manage things alone for a year. She knew all the hardships I faced. She was my right hand at that time and wiped away my solitude as much as she could. We laughed and were gleeful as much as we could! We fought and won against the hard time together.

Hey my Hardy, (Just because she’s fat and we’re funny)
This is not something you should shed your tears on! Please, don’t get sentimental. I’ll meet you soon, as soon as possible.. Keep waiting! And no doubt, you’re my gem and we’d never lose each other. Many more happy returns of the day.
Your Laurel. (Just because I’m thin and we’re funny)
P.S- This is not at all an exaggeration. In fact, I wasn’t able to express my feelings completely. I’m stumbling out of joy!

A little about the train journey.

When it comes down to the topic ‘train’, every Indian has to have at least one stirring experience. Especially, of the local trains.

Even the express train travel has its own charm. As soon as we get into the train with our family from the busy, noisy and filthy platforms, we try to get adjusted in the seats, sliding the luggage under it and confirming that our co-travellers are not irritating! The smallest one of the family then demands and fights for the ‘window seat’, the eldest one checking if everything’s fine and then we all get excited as the train begins to crawl on the rails! People try to enjoy the breathtaking scenery that moves opposite, a few try to photograph it and a few are never interested in the sceneries. Little do they know about the worth of India’s enthralling bounties! The vegetable farms, barren lands, forests, villages, types of soil, children playing, rivers, ponds, small huts, women pumping water…. Ahhh! The scenic view goes on and one can’t stop staring out… Resting the elbow on the sill and the palm on the cheek, people sit there relaxed as the air hits the face. The unkempt and noisy compartments where the wrappers, orange peels are scattered, water spilled on the floor, a wailing baby in the same compartment, and the sudden roar when another train passes by, all these are the common encounters if you travel in an express train. When you’re travelling from one state to another, not only in the scenery you see the change, but also the change in food stuffs sold by the vendors who get in when the train halts at a station. It’s still fun. And if you travel in AC coaches, sad to tell, but be sure you’re missing all the merriment.

And coming to the few who are never interested in the panoramas outside; they too enjoy.It’s too much soothing to have headphones on with your favourite singer singing to you, having a handful of eateries and enjoying the journey! And a few with the books in their hand.. Man! They’re creating their own world. Do Not Disturb. Period. I’ve to admit that, whatever we do in the train turns out to be a fete. Like, all I did once was to – Eat, Sleep, Eat, again Sleep, and Eat again, Sleep and there you’re! Your destination. It feels like you got a reward, to rest, for so much hard work you’ve done in your life till now. In the trains, we even never fail to spend some time on playing. Be it with our friends, or with our family, we enjoy playing cards or any such game.
That’s how the story goes.

Once when I was travelling, the train stopped at a place because there was a crossing and we had to wait till the other train went by. Ours stopped in front of a sugarcane field and we knew that the train is not going to depart soon. We got down with few of our co-passengers, brought few sugarcane sticks, had a good time having them. My taste buds still crave for it. We never know what’s waiting for us in a train travel. It’s so much exciting in spite of all its shortcomings. No wonder train journeys are liked by almost everyone!

To be continued, soon…

Lost gems of my crown.

Those days were precious. When we friends used to hang out for anything and everything. We just needed a reason to have fun. “Mom, Math exams are approaching. Can we study together.? and for social sciences..?” Mom you know that we are weak in Physics right? Why don’t you let us study together, ma ? And, that’s it.. Exams became a reason. To be very sure, this was never really to fool anyone. Yes, we plan having a desire to study, we meet having a desire to study, but we never know what happens once we meet. We have crazy moments together.. Umm.. From a pretty long time, I’ve been telling “We’ve” .. We are 5 of us. Best friends forever! Out of us, one is a book-worm, so leaving her, we all 4 end up doing time pass. We are fun-lovers, but the beauty is that we get good grades. May be not top grades; above average. But we enjoy studying together. The moments of happiness when we accomplish something together. Miss it all..

I don’t find any use in taking tension to score good grades. I’ve personally experienced, enjoying while studying releases the stress of vast portion. We never regret now that we’ve not enjoyed enough. I’ve seen people doing it.

And about our hang-outs- the streets of Rajarampuri to RK nagar, Cafe Coffee Day to Dominoes, sleep-overs to theatres, we haven’t left any! And the pranks we did and the jokes we cracked filled our lives with happiness.

 I can say, it’s not any common chain of friendship among us, like others have.. We understand each other more than anyone else does, the VERY rare fights, that too silent ones and the uncommon things between us which we’ve always enjoyed, makes me miss all these a lot now!

5 Sophomores together, ALWAYS, need to tell about the mood? It was AWESOME. I hate the way fate separated us. Its really hard to find the lost gems of my crown. I haven’t lost them from my heart for sure, nor they’ve! But just their impressions are left out on my crown. Long distance communications is still keeping us tied, still, who can ever replace those price-less gems!

#Dedicated to my four friends – Sheetal, Sakshi, Nupur, Urmi. Love you all.