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.
In friendship and all relationships in life, I believe it is the little things that matter – paying attention to little details and treating people with the tenderness we would like to receive, is something which warms my heart.
My voice seldom trembles. But it did, last night. The lump in my throat was so hard to swallow that my voice trailed off for a few long seconds. “I need to go for the meeting, I will speak to you later” was all I could manage to whisper between the sobs I tried to hold back. Going back home, took an infinity. The cab driver took the longest route back home, and for the first time; I just didn’t mind. I listened to all of the saddest songs in my playlist on repeat mode. My heart was numb and my mind was filled with grief. Shock and disbelief were mere understatements. I found no appropriate adjectives to describe how I felt. Moments went in a blur.
Behind every dream I saw,
There was an unwavering belief..
Behind every wise decisions I took,
There was a learning & a lesson..
21st Sept is celebrated as “World Gratitude Day”. Unfortunately, I got to know about the same, just today. But, regret not ! It is always better to be late, than never. Let us celebrate this wonderful week as “Gratitude Week”, thanking the people who fill colours in the rainbow of our lives and bring light and love to our being.
You were the wind,
That gently caressed by cheeks,
Then you became one,
One with my storm..
Together we were a hurricane,
A hurricane of love,
Who constantly challenged,
The age old norms..
We’d play, we’d laugh,
We’d fight, we’d cry,
Togetherness ran perennial,
We grew inseparable..
I held your hand and lifted you up,
When climbing the ladder you fell,
You’ve been my backbone,
An anchor to my restless soul..