Thursday, November 11, 2010

A Letter

To the heroes of my life,

I apologize profusely to cause such a callous monotony in my blog, but I somehow cannot restrain myself at this point from pouring down all those unspoken streams of gratitude for some very special people in my life to whom I owe a great amount – who made me laugh, slapped the truth right across my face, taught me to suck it up and learn to walk on my own, reminded me of the inner self that was somewhere lost amidst the bacchanalianism of love and eventually muster up enough courage to live life the way it should be lived. So, a little message to my sister, a certain pseudo roommate of mine, the cutest guy I’ve ever been teased with and another person who wasn’t just a senior in age, but also in the diverse forms of art, creativity and life– I’m free – finally … I have stood up to life and have taken my first tentative steps to transforming from that dumbass sighing crybaby to a stoic warrior. The journey to this establishment wasn’t what one would call a bed of roses, but it was somehow less thorny, easier with your support, like the cool shades of a giant oak tree to a lost traveller, and an oasis to disillusioned void eyes. The inspiration from each of your words, your company somehow was the Midas’ touch that my parched life craved for. You let me get hurt at the right times, and held my hand when I needed the most.

Thanks a lot , my best pal, whose abysmal sense of humour and unconventional doses of harsh truth was the last straw that saved me from drowning. Nothing more needs to be said between us, really..!! I wish everyone gets a talisman like you.

All my best wishes to one of the greatest human beings that God manufactured. May he get all the wonderful things that life offers, all the success and bliss. No one could have inspired ‘mojaaaa’ as he did, even in a dead soul. Thank you for listening to all the whining and making fun of it, for all the warmth, all the healing that you did. Thank you for the untimely notes and late information and the silliest idle addas, the breathtaking songs and your unspoken care. I’m deeply moved. Thank you, for seeing me off one last time. Know that, life without you loses the very essence of living and laughing along the whole path. The cup with milk written on it stands still, but it misses that impish grin across the table with a ready joke on my meager diet. Your sunshine flooded my recuperating soul, and acted as a strong pillar throughout. I can never forget that.

All my gratitude to one vexed senior of mine, to all those calls explaining about the struggle for existence and the mirth of life, to his patience in listening to a puny girl complain and bitch about someone, to act as a guide in the littlest of matters, to have made all the fine arts events in college such a pleasure to have been associated with, for all the true and false flattery over whatever I have written till date, for his undying support in all the steps I took, for his undaunted belief in my love, and his untainted confidence in my strength. You made me realize my worth in my eyes. The lost symbol, that elixir, is, as I discovered a little too late, friendship-the power of this beautiful bond. Few come to know the absolution of friendship. I was one of those lucky few, thanks to you. I have met a handful of people who could influence my thinking, impress me, but your depth of knowledge and perseverance still awes me. Afterall, how many could have had the patience to work on a lab copy twice – once for yourself, and then for someone else?! Jokes apart, I’m grateful that my journey featured you in the few crucial chapters. Your footsteps cannot be erased over time. And don’t worry, someday you’ll surely learn to swim, and then you can equal me..!! I hope this dedication works as a belated birthday gift to you.

And finally, all my love to a doting sister, who has endured all my tantrums. She’s been everything that a girl needs to be a girl – a mentor, a guide, best friend, a sister. I cannot imagine the past few months without her, I cannot imagine the future without the long and endless nocturnal discussions spent on deciphering the purpose of life and the fairness of it all.. she’s my fortress and punching bag, she’s my hidden floor tile and my mirror. No words can express what I feel for you. Thank you for being there. Always.

This said, I’ll wrap up. The letter was for the aforementioned people. I need you to know, I have learnt a new lesson, I have grown up a bit more, my branches have spread further, roots have strengthened. A new journey has begun with no blemishes of the past. The golden memories you bestowed on me is safe in my treasure box. They have been a constant source of strength and inspiration in every trifle matter I ventured into. I cannot put enough emotions in these words that I scribbled to justify my gratitude. Thank you for my rebirth.