FRIENDSHIP

It’s a true saying that friendship is forever. I personally evaluate the relation of friendship. More than anything in this world and so I kept them so close to the heart that it will pain if it forgets to beat.
The value of friendship is something I cannot give price in my life and was unaware about the strength of friendship till it happens in my life.....As a naughty talkative earned lot of good relations in life whose importance cannot be understood by any other individual.
Yes I am going back to the same old story of an unseen friend who still lives in heart and in tears. He came to my life without asking any permission as an enemy and leaves me with a footprint that never fades by time.
He left with lots of unspoken stories with millions of uncracked jokes which he always wished to crack with others. Just to see a glimpse of smile.
Someone who make me laugh till the night and went even without saying a bye to the unknown world leaving just tears in our eyes.
Seasons keep on changing surrounding changed and time is running so fast but a story of unknown hero is remembered every night looking at the sky.
Traveling through the contacts of my phone I saw his name and my eyes get wet. Yes, I still keep his number in my phone just to make my stupid mind believe that he is always there at the other end busy with his naughtiness ready to fight with me.
Beliefs can get stronger and imagination overrules the life and smile emerges on the face remembering the fight between us.
It’s going to be one year after you left this cruel world, yes it’s true that the world is cruel but with friends even hell is a heaven...

Missing you a lot RINU.....

JOURNEY

Journey is a day to day action. Every journey will have a reason to be fulfilled ...I am travelling alone in search of myself.....

A first day journey to an unknown destiny was really full of tension and my stupid face reflects my tension inside but I was unaware about that and believed myself that I am well confident till a fellow passenger lend her kind hand to help lone girl in the new village....That day was an unforgettable day in my life and a smile emerge in my face when I saw her in an another journey.
This is life...
God will appoint someone at time of help whenever he feels the need of a helper...
Not the story of one day. I have lots of experience to share.
At the face of those people I am seeing the face of god... Pure and calm. Sometimes naughty and friendly....

I love the feeling of walking alone the unperfected road of panampillynagar .jumping in rhythm escaping from holes in the road and approaching another, in a cold weather with a cold breeze in and around. That breeze came to talk something romantic as I paid no attention it went near another.
Rain was about to fall and I didn’t want any hand of umbrella lending towards me to protect from it. I rather love to walk in the rain than walking alone in an umbrella.

As some writer said I also have the believe that the author should hold the pain of carrying a subject before producing as a mother holds the pain before giving birth to her child. And if she didn’t carry that pain the creation will not have that value and as for the same reason I didn’t gave an attempt to write before I have enough pain to deliver one.
Two months of vacation make me lazy that at 10 o clock I was already in bed. I had a lot to do for the next day but helpless, my brain and body is so weak. Heavy rain and cold is disturbing me too. There was a day when I used to sit near the half open window pain listening to the unknown symphony of rain and thunder. But these days I am not getting enough interest at these dramas of nature. At times my heart cries how i could change such away and realise the loss of innocence running behind the world in order to get some goals in life.
So as I said before I went to bed at 10 o clock and didn’t take long time to go to the deep sleep. Rain outside acts as a catalyst and I wrapped under my blanket holding my pillow tight. Goddess of dream were weaving a dream for me suddenly my cell rang high and the threads of dream broken in between and opened my eye with a regret. It was an unknown number so I pushed red button with an anger to disturb my dream. As I was about to go back to dream phone ranged again. I looked at the phone confusingly then answered with laziness at its peak. The voice from other end was familiar and my anger turned into a surprise.
Our conversation went long ,Heavy rain outside were not interested to enquire what is happening inside and now friend at other end left me by saying a good night but it was not a good night at all my dreams is now changed to thoughts all about

LOVE, LIFE AND DEADTH...
What a rare combination. Three different aspects but related to each other in a mystic way common people failed to understand.
Love is a wonderful feeling. Everyone will have a lot to describe about love. Even though the feeling of love experienced by person to person differs.
Love can lead to life and death when living for loved ones everyone will be proud to do so and everyone will be even happy to die with loved ones. And so what about dying for loved ones. But when the situation changes and dying for someone who even don’t know about the person’s love for him/her in which category I can tag that?

A LETTER TO DELHI.....

Dear friend,
I know I don’t need an introduction part to write to you. From the day you waved me before packing to Delhi near that old tree in our campus, my mind is still there near the fading picture of the guitar with a music that broken in-between
Far away sitting in the capital city beautifully decorated to invite the foreigners for common wealth game you will be also missing me in the same intensity as I do...
Even though this five months are going so fast the days away from you is making me count. Went to the closing ceremony of confluence where juniors were enjoying their arts and compete with the seniors to make their position the final years were in a sorrow stage to leave their friends and the lovely campus after few months, but my thoughts went in a different direction when our classmates were sharing their experience of training I really missed you and sat silently in one corner.
Those empty steps in the gallery and lonely street of campus are calling us. When our batch mates are eagerly packing their bag in a rush to fill it with memories my mind was full of question about how I am going to live that one year without that stupid’s always ready to tease me.
When started to write my mind was overflowing with matters to discuss with you and sitting in front waves of memories fades in the darkness of outside. Now who has the time to spend for writing a letter which will reach so late? Mixed in a bundle mingled with other letters having mixed feelings some of happiness and some of sorrows eagerly waiting to reach their destiny with no interest to know what is inside others my letter for you travel the long way from Kerala to Delhi just to see the smile in your face seeing my letter.
A letter to my best friend just to inform you that I am missing you.......

Your loving friend
Asha Sreenivas