Even before we step into school, the first teachers in our lives are our parents and the next are our siblings. They teach us to love, care and share unconditionally. For them, we are always special and the best. They believe in us much more than we do.
Some gestures, however small they might seem – are so special. To me, one such gesture is when someone tells me “God Bless You”. It makes my heart skip a beat and really pulls a string in my heart.
To me, home isn’t a place; being home is a feeling. I don’t know if I can articulate it perfectly, but home to me is love and warmth. It is the feeling of going back to people who love and care about you and who you can’t wait to see. And it isn’t just the feeling when you’re away from home living in a different city/country and visiting your family. It is in the routine and the mundane everyday.
Right from being rejected by cab drivers 20 times a row to drive me to my destination to being rejected in the most coveted job interviews and having my affection smashed into a million pieces by the ones I love and adore – you name it, and I have been through it all. Rejection sucks. Point blank. Real bad. It makes us feel unworthy by the object of our extreme desire and when that happens, trust me – it feels terrible and depressing. When we hear cliches like “You’re such a good friend to me, but I’m seeing some one else” or “They wanted someone more experienced for the job” or “Well, that’s a fantastic idea, but…”; all the hopes you held from the future of your dreams, instantly crash down like the stock market crashing after the dot com bubble.
I know they might call me silly, but I know you exist. I have always believed in magic and hence I do STILL believe in you. I wrote this letter to you, 2 years back; but somehow just hid it in the rustiest corner of my closet. Today, I take the courage to write this letter to you openly, without any fear of being judged.
When you feel daunted by life,
When your feet begin to tremble,
When your faith begins to doubt . . .