Her — An ink on my paper!
Dear Readers,
My story series of Irle is evolving and I will take it forward. But as I have already mentioned in the last story, I’m writing it as an experiment where my stories evolve with me. That being said, I’ll take a small pause in that series. As I promised earlier, I will start giving out some articles, short tales, or some dose of poetry, with a mix of unusual talks. Hope you will support me the same way as always! So, here is my first…
Recently I finished my university life. It’s an end to the beautiful four years and a start of unbeknownst 40 years of what people like to refer to as a career.
I have learned a lot of things and found a lot many people in Engineering. Some were like waves passing by whereas some were like a river flowing along with you. In those short moments in the vast sea of time, I got to just sail through and etch my memory slate with beautiful things.
Guess what, I did sail safely and comfortably. I must say, I would have careered across and would have crashed in forever loneliness. But thanks to those few people who always made me smile, made me think about life and challenged my ever-changing perspectives. Each person who has helped me in redesigning myself deserves a big shout-out. I would keep writing this forever about each one of them and that would make this piece of content into a big freaking novel.
So let’s not dive into those waters and lose ourselves. Let’s talk about this one girl about whom this post is about. I started writing so that I could write about her and in the process, I realized she had been there for all those years of my University life. It was like we were always meant to cross each other’s path that was tied by an invisible red thread... This is not a tale of ‘love’. It’s about the bond beyond that, It’s a tale of friendship. A ‘platonic’ friendship’ as she would call us. It is bound by pure that red thread of Kautuka… … So it’s cliched to say that I’m at a loss for words to describe our bond. The first thing for sure is, words fail me. But the second thing? She was always there to correct my first thing! She even corrected the initial prompt of this post!
From not writing a single poem in English to me opening this page... From her being a Grammar Nazi to accepting my bizarre pronunciation, ‘bird’day’ (that’s how I pronounce birthday). We both have come a long way!!!
It’s been months since we haven’t seen each other and I miss her.
I miss the breakfasts
I miss the smile that lasts
I miss those tantrums
I miss the conundrum
I miss the nights
I miss the fights
I miss your cue
I miss that dark hue
I just miss you!
I know you are reading this and do you remember when…
Me: Nang jeevanad myale ‘jigupse’ aagu bittaiti le..
Her: ‘Jigupse’, I haven’t heard anyone using this word like you do. Say it again *Giggling.. *
(After a while)
Me: Have you ever felt so good about music that you started tearing up? Not because it has sad lyrics or a difficult instrument, but the music, the rhythm, the effort the artist has put into making it a masterpiece.
(In between some random conversations)
Me: What makes you so cold that you don’t like this view, the nature and the beauty?
She: It’s not that I don’t like nature. I would call this garden a fabricated park. I mean, just tell me, if these plants would be allowed to grow naturally, would they be so neatly trimmed, finely shaped, and good to eye condition? Humans make everything for their pleasure. Real nature is so much more beautiful than we have the eye for.
Me: Whoa! You are right. I guess the concept of ‘ Man ‘and’ Nature’ itself is wrong. I mean we are not ‘in’ nature, we are ‘the nature’. We are also part of it.
(During a evening walk)
She: Tell me a story..
Me: Have you ever heard of the time when the Moon was actually a woman living on earth!?
That’s how most of our conversations were. That’s all I wanna say. I’m already crying here. (Khushi ke aansu hai pagli..! *Bollywood dramatic BGM playing *)
To the people who aren’t comprehending, Kuch kuch hota hai, tum nahi samjhoge..!
The word ‘thank you’ would not contain enough gratitude that I have for her and the dramas that have always proven to be successful.
Wait, wait, wait! Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost!
Here is the shoutout to the girl who taught me ‘Ek ladka aur ladki Dost ho sakte hai’.
Mehjabi hai, machli si o behakti..
Murid hai jiske bohot se hasthi..
Saula Sringar bhar jate hai jab o hasti..
Samundar ratna ki tarah hai o chamakti..
Neelam, Nashili, Nazenin si vyakti,
Prapt kar liya hai Maine use, Jo hai Prapti!
~Yashaina😉
