Sunshine, flowers, butterflies and birds;
Darkness, candles, soft and special words;
From see to sense to touch to feel;
A sense of belonging, every lover’s dream.
Happiness in conversation, comfort in silence,
Solace in togetherness, a divine confluence;
Maybe a kiss or a hug or simply a fleeting look;
Each time, the emotion, privately understood.
How can someone rely on someone else for their own happiness? Waiting and longing for his arrival. His smile made her happy and his words made all the difference. Finally, the door bell rang. The wait was over at last! She opened the door to see his smile and hear the words she was dying to hear, “Miss, your double cheese burst pizza” enjoyyy!
P.S- Inspired by a conversation with another M:) who loves pizza!
She was six. But her best buddy was closer to thirty. They chatted, played and bonded like they belonged together. Akin to a mother and daughter. Except they were not. She fondly called her MM. People would ask what about when MM gets married? Phat came the reply, “I’ll marry her son and go live with her!”
P.S- This is inspired by a conversation I had with my niece!
Saturday Night. Old friends.Conversations.Bitching. TV. Music.Food. Cocktails and Mocktails. Wine and Beer. Hot and Cold.Love.Longing. Security.Happiness.Good time.Memories.
Saturday Night.Party time. Friends. Friends of friends.Old friends. New Friends. Networking.Food.Spirit. High.Low. Pleasure.Panic.Love.Hate.Pride.Insecurity.Mind games.Conversations.Misunderstandings.
“Older siblings have it worst”, reflected Monday gloomily, staring at his Twitter account. He had only 6 followers : his siblings. Even boring Tuesday had more followers than him!
The youngest, Sunday, obviously had the most, with Saturday not far behind. “Humans are weird”, thought Monday, “they always prefer endings to beginnings.”
He thought he could live without her. She thought she would survive. The small memories haunted. The big losses. The empty room. The half hearted admonishments whenever he was late. The taste of their last meal together. The words last spoken. The measure of losing someone you love.
P.S- This is to someone who lost a special someone. For all its worth, I promise that he will be well take care of…always. May her soul rest in peace. You will be remembered always….
The wait is long, too long especially when it gets closer. You keep waiting for it to happen all the time & once it actually does, it gets over even before you realize. In a way, a weekend is so much like those relationships. Happiness that is shortlived and cravings that are eternal.