Letter 25: To the person I know that is going through the worst of times!

Hello there,

Shall I sit next to you for a while?

Together we could stare in the oblivion. I promise not to ask a thing, if all you need is my silence. I am not here to whisper my ideas into your head, I am just here to be with you. Whoever you are, as you face life’s battle.

I know all of us have our own journeys. Sometimes there are surprises, at other times uncertainities. We don’t need advice most of the times, we just need love, support, and acceptance, of who we are, and the things we do in our lives.

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Letter 22: To the someone I want to give a second chance to!

Dear people of the world,

Ask someone who lost a limb in a hit and run accident, ask the ghostly remains of a suicider, ask a childless parent, or a fatherless child, ask a widower or a divorcee, ask a kid who lost a scholarship, and thereby his chances to study, ask the ones who are terminally ill, ask the ones who missed their opportunity to say a yes or no, when it counted, most of all, lets ask ourselves: ‘Would we have done/said something differently, if we get a second chance?’

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Letter 21: To the someone I judged by their first impression!

Dear Tada, yada n bada,

Have you guys read ‘Blink’ by Malcolm Gladwell? He speaks about ‘thin-slicing’, ‘analysis paralysis’, and how as humans we have the ability to sift through, and focus on critical information. The information that helps us come to immediate conclusions about things, without spending much time.

That ability is important to us – the ability to identify personas, energies, compatibility – the ability to know/feel if we are in danger – (especially for women, what with cases on rapes seeing a steep rise). Anyway, I think first impressions are good, provided we are open enough to change it when we have judged wrongly.

Do you know – one of my best friends and I didn’t really have much good opinion on each other in our first week of getting acquainted. We parted, only to bond again, Continue reading

Letter 19: To the someone that pesters my mind good or bad!

Dear Thoughts,

Do you know your existence is such a sham?

You are not meant to be, but you are. What is meant to be is thoughtlessness, but you were born erroneously, and you still continue to exist over generations. Result: We bond over multiple layers now.

No, strike that! Maybe I shouldn’t call your birth erroneous, for you are doing exactly what you are meant to. That means, I should instead congratulate you, for pulling out such a spectacular feat.  Continue reading

Letter 14: To the someone I’ve drifted away from!

Dear driftee/s,

How are you? I hope you are well.

It’s funny. The topic I mean. To write to people/things that we drift away from.

If you ask me, I think drifting is a way of life. Drifting. Changing. Evolving. To something good, or better. If I am what I was yesterday, living as a term becomes redundant. I am constantly learning, constantly changing – in my persona, in my roles, in my understanding of life and love, in everything.

I need to, so do all of us. That’s the beauty of life.

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Letter 6: To a stranger!

Dear stranger reading this blog,

How are you? Are you well? 🙂

These are busy times, you know, where most of us don’t even have time to sweat things out, or speak to our closest kins. Today, for now though, indulge me. Indulge yourself. Take a break. Relax yourself.

Tell me what you are thinking. Tell me about your hopes and dreams. Tell me about yourself. What is it that keeps you alive and kicking? What is it that makes you give away your million dollar smile?

I am right here, to lend my ear.

Have you had time off late, to do the things that please you the most? If not, do them now, or do them soon. We all deserve it you know: those everyday laughters, a ‘my time’, vacation, some music to dance or rhyme, a killer movie and some boisterous friends.

They keep us sane and solid.

If all things are dancing to your stride, then keep at it. ❤ If not, don’t fret, nobody ever has things figured from day one. Even if very few do, you don’t let that eat you up. We are what we are – as beautiful and kind as any other. Our journey is unique, and what we offer to the world can never be matched by what any one else has to offer.

Like I said in my earlier post:

Our courage, our queer laughter, our ability to stay awake as we listen to a late night friend’s rant, our random acts of kindness – all of these alone don’t make us ‘US’ – our idiosyncrasies, our fears, our failures, the quest for unknown – all of this – and much more make us ‘US’. Go. Celebrate. Live. Call a loved one. Drop by with some flowers. Spread your love, the hungry world needs it! And you know you need it too 🙂


With lots of love,

A fellow stranger.

Letter 1: To my best friend!

Dearest of them all ❤

Do you know I had just entered a 30 day challenge of letters? Creme de la creme of the whole deal is, I get to write to you first. How much awesomer can this get?!! 🙂

I decided though that I won’t flash your name when I write this, or any names in my subsequent posts. Do you think it is because we get more secretive over age, or because certain things are that much worth treasuring? I don’t know. It’s a bit of both I guess. Whatever be the reason, I am sure you will have a good time knocking yourself out, after you  read this.

Will I hear you say, “Could this be me?” Or will you go all charlatan, and just mumble, “I know it’s me, bugger!”


Anyway, I have started loving the whole ‘being mysterious’ thing. I don’t know how long that will last, for now I am fancying this invisibility cloak. I mean, even Harry Potter needed one to fulfill his destiny. You never know, this might just be the thing for me.

Do I hear you whisper, “All right. I get it. Move on. I can’t wait to know what else you have got to say”?

Well, you know me. You know us. Even utter trash goes on for hours.

There is something about these pointless talks, staring in the oblivion without doing anything, being silent together. These are the things that we can do with the ones we are closest too. We can talk dirty, strip naked, or make an absolute fool of oneself. We can get bankrupt. Do some unpardonable sin. None of these, I know, not even one of these will take us apart. There is no disdain. Just love.

Beautiful, is it not?!! ❤

Like I said in one of my earlier posts, none of us, I mean, not one of us, really know life. We just take our strides as it comes. Shit, almost always happens, but the comforting thought that we have each other to take us through it, not only restores my sanity, but fills me with such liberating calmness.


Darn! I have gotten way too philosophical, haven’t I?

That’s why we have our own humour filled stories to change the mood.

Oh! How I love ’em. They are a rhapsody of its own. The ones we gawked at, or fancied gawking. The times when we created utter chaos, yet found reasons to laugh about it. Everyday frivolities. Speaking about our own selves in earlier times. If nothing, I can think about your laughter, and even that will be enough. That is you to me. A package. You have seen the gibberish me. The enlightened me. My good, bad and ugly days. My best. My worst.

If on a cold winter night, I knock your door, with nothing to say, you will invite me with an embrace that knows it all. ❤keep-calm-we-re-best-friends

You are my morning joy.

You are my midnight’s rest.

You are my cold chocolate shake, on a dry summer day.

Sunshine. Laughter.

Clear blue sky. Bring you to me.

So does everyday rubble, chaos and poetry.

You are:

My one song for every symphony.

My never ending tale. My respite. My work.

Everyday conundrum might play about.

Drawing its veil in vain attempts.

Seemingly parting us.

But as with every veil, ours too will part.

When it does, I will sing to the moon –

Our silent promise.

And it will sing it back to you!

With much love for you until the end of time,

SB (Muah!)