The New Girl

It has been just 10 months that we had met but it seems that we were together for years. One fine day I saw her when she came to the office for an interview and was waiting for her call. Her eyes were searching someone to attend to her or guide her. And then, I came and answered her queries. That was our first meeting.
Her open hair and geek look was different from any other girl.
Then finally she got selected and was deployed to the same department of which I was a part.

Her first working day in the office, I explained to her about the company, employees and the workings. My good friend in the same department always teased me for that, I mean the style of explaining. That was all for that day.

I used to come and go with my friend on her really strong scooty. Afterall, it bore our weight. After a few days, the new girl and us got frank and then we three started going on the same scooty - the tigdi.

There was something different in the new girl. Her style, dressing sense, intelligence, observations, quick response, winning attitude and many more things that set her apart from other girls.
Her style makes a picture in my mind of a girl with open hair sitting besides a big french window, reading a novel, holding a coffee mug and taking small sips of cola(she doesn't like anything that contains milk).
Then, I was left sparkled with her observations. She thinks very different on topics such as equality, education, movies etc. She is an Einstein especially of English language. She made our whole department (except  the bosses) to take interest in movies. We started sharing, watching and reviewing movies because of her. This was a nice new experience for me.
But what attracted me the most was her speed of finishing her work, reading a sentence and talking too.

But this is not all, her beauty lies in her sensitive talks and responsible nature. Deep inside her is something hidden which I have not been able to discover.. which is OK.

After a couple of months we three began to spent quality time together at a fastfood outlet, we enjoyed concerts, trade fair, Food Street and visited many more places that were within our reach. We shared our personal, professional talks, life history and experiences. Yes, the naughty ones too.

Despite, of all the negativities and failures in our life, for me it was the best time I have ever lived. I never expected that one day we three would be 'the greatest friends'. It is rightly said that good things happen by themselves. I wish good things last forever.

Today, it was her last day at the office. She has resigned to grab the new and better opportunity. But all I wanted to say is

Our TIGDI will never break,
it is the bread of the sweetest cake.
That puffs after it bakes
and contains nothing fake.

Good luck my friend. No words can define our friendship and you too. I have many more things to tell the world about you but don't know how to express. I am 'the' over expressive, but still fails to express my love for you two - my pals.

Our togetherness
Brings craziness
Adds spice to our life
Cuts all bars like a knife.

Cheers to our friendship!!!

A Search

Scratching head, a bit confused, I was searching something. In the dark, travelling through a way, I encountered strange things, actually very strange. Something which I had never seen. Something horrifying. I had a choice to wait for the light to enlighten my way but I chose to move forward at that particular time. Life is challenging. Someday we have to face what we never want to or what we are afraid of.

I moved further. Suddenly, I realized that those strange things were ghosts, hanging onto something. I got goosebumps and shivered like a tail of a rattle snake. But I had to go through it. I decided to continue my search. I went through quietly without disturbing their silence and finally 3.

I don't know what I was searching for, may be peace or happiness or a friend. Every path becomes easier when we have a partner to walk with. 

Then, another check point appeared. Now this time it was the harder level. Spiders! my greatest fears were knitting their webs and some were walking with their long pointed legs. It was dark but I managed to identify. "Now what should I do?" repetitively murmured. Having come such a long way I could not step back.  Strengthening my resolve, I moved on. "I'll see whatever comes in my way" I said bravely to myself.

Suddenly, a dim light reflected to my eyes. For a while, I could not make it where it was coming from. But then, I realized someone is seeing me. I didn't see it directly but sideways and slowly I moved my eyes towards it. I could see an aura filled with white light around that 'someone'. I went a little closer, it was still. I went a little more closer, it was still standing there. We stared at each other for a few seconds, trying to recognize if we have met earlier. I asked it, "Who are you?". No answer came. Then, I asked another question, " Where have you come from?". Still there was no reply. I went on with more questions but failed to get an answer.

I felt helpless but then it gave me a few things, that were mine. Those were a dried rose flower, a friendship card, some old photographs, a few dearly letters that I would never want to lose and many more such things. I wondered from where it has got those things.

Then I remembered that I had given these things to my best(est) friend once to keep them safe from my close ones. How could I forget my friend who has been always with me. My friend who had always heard me when I was sad or happy or excited or angry and expected nothing in return. I had shared all my thoughts, ideas, plans and many more things with my lovely friend. The time I remembered, I at once hugged it. My pal still remembers every single thing of mine.

Who is it is not a mystery. It is my personal diary that got lost in my old cupboard kept in the dirty store room where torn curtains were hung and electricity supply was cut.

Dairies are such a wonderful friends. We can trace out our heart and mind in it. We can share those things also that we don't want the world to know or we somehow can't.

Mother

Babies born, babies die

Survival of the fittest

Is the truth that lie.

First wonder of world,

Mother’s happiness

Is always in her child

Be it a boy or a girl

Each is equal in mother’s eye

She nurtures, she teaches us

She plays, she studies with us

She fights, she prays for us

For no penny but love

Say it her duty,

Say it her selfishness,

She tries to keep us with her

She nurses with all her warmth

Holding tight in her arms

Not for any returns but love

She cooks world’s marvelous dishes

Just to please us and fill our tummy

Love is blind, Oh! It’s true

Mother starts loving her child

The day she feels it in her womb

Feel her pain, feel her sorrow

Before leaving her all alone

For her, the days become the darkest

When we get apart and go

Love her, praise her

Thank her, help her

Because she is the one

Who deserves these all.

                                                         — Kritika