Of Mysore Pak, And Easier Days

She's come home finally. She was just gone a week, and yet I missed her coz it was the holiday season and I associate the holidays with her.
I'm talking of my best friend. The one I've had since 8th grade, the one who makes me laugh till my tummy aches, the one who I love as if she were a part of me.
If it hadn't been for the class teacher in 8th grade, who didn't want me sitting with Isha, I would have probably never spoken to Urmi. Then I sat next to her, and I'd sing verses from Eminem's songs till she wanted to stuff socks in my mouth to shut me up! And in a month, she'd gone from being just some girl, to my best friend. We cemented it the next year, when she stuck by me, when I needed it the most. We've been through the emotional up and downs of the bad boyfriends, and the worse break-ups. It's never changed. We've grown up, we've become different people, with a new, completely different set of friends. We're studying in fields, the other does not understand. It doesn't matter. We see each other once a week, sometimes lesser. Coz we're both such busy people now. We're always in college, doing this, and writing that, and studying this, presenting that. But when it comes down to it, she's still my Ibni, and I'm still her Lalu. (don't ask)
Every year, during Navratri, I go to the Durga Puja with her. Not because it holds a special interest for me, but simply coz its with her. During Diwali, my Mommy makes sweets with her in mind. Every year when the Mysore Paks are made, she says, have I made enough for Urmi also?
Its lonesome this year. She had her examinations during the Durga Puja. And she was in Kolkata during Diwali. The holidays aren't the same without her. Mumbai's not the same without her.
I saved Mysore Paks for her. Coz then it'll be Diwali for me.
She doesn't have to know every detail of my days, she doesn't need to call me everyday. That's not our love. Our love's just there. Its a connection. If it was anyone else, I would have forgotten all about the person ab tak. But not her.
She's finally home. Mumbai already seems happier.
I'm not cribbing, but I miss the days, when you were around me all day, and we'd bunk class and go sit at Barista. They were easier.
But still, you're home. And I'm happy.

Much love.
(:

9th Grade.
I've never seen us happier. Right here, are the most genuine smiles ever.

10th Grade.
I'm grinning this way, coz I know, that wherever we go, I'll always love you this much, as will you

We grew a little older, and a lot prettier together.

You'll never agree, but you look adorable here.
Ibni. <3

The Boy Who Killed Santa

"On the first day of Christmas, I murdered Santa Claus."-Eric Matthews

That's what you're like. You're like acid. Corrosive. Painful. Hurting yourself, and those around you. You don't want to, and yet you're doing it. And it kills me, that I cannot help.
Some days, I want to give you bear hugs, coz you're sweet like that. Some days you say such profound things, I'm in awe of you. And there are days when you're as dreamy as I am, and just as cynical, and your words move me to tears.
And then there are days like today. When you're horrid. Not to me, not because of me, but just because. And you push me away. And everyone else.
Then one day, it all comes out. And it hits me in a wave.
I want to help. Just let me sit by you. And if I can't make it okay, I'll still sit by you. Not because I understand, or can share your pain. But simply because, you like it better, when I'm there.
I love you, despite of and because of who you are.


Much love.
(:

My Pet Peeves

Hello again, humans.
My second post, and I'm thinking of cribbing. Just a little bit.
So here goes.
1. You know what I hate? How, in a juice carton, even after there's no juice left, you can still hear the juice in the damn carton!! Is it mocking me?
2. There are too many people in the world. No matter where I am, with the exception of my bedroom, and my bathroom, I always have to rub shoulders with people.
3. I hate wet bathrooms.
4. I hate people who crush my cigarette butt for me.I will tie you up, and throw you in shark-infested waters. It's my cigarette. Get your own. Non-smokers, you don't have to crush a cigarette butt anyway.
5. I do not want you saying you want to marry me. Don't do it.
6. Don't tell me P.S. I Love You is stupid. I like it more than I like you. Whoever you are.
7. Don't crib about my cuckoo clock. Oli Isha gets to do that.
8. Don't tell me you don't like dogs. Even as a joke. And don't jump when a dog comes near you. I will lose all respect for you.
9. If by chance, you do the above, I may make allowances oli if I genuinely like you. However, don't ever say ANYTHING mean about my dog. I will kill you. And if you think I'm  too small to do that, I will hire a hit man to do it.
10. I'm not short. You're too tall. I can do anything you can. I may need a stool sometimes, or a step ladder. But I can.
11. I hate people who show off about their money. I really don't care. I don't want to know how many cars you have, or the amount you spend on clothes. I WILL tune you out when you do this. *shrugs*
12. I know I am a messy eater. Don't say it to me. Whatever budding relationship we have, will die a nasty death. If we've been friends a long time, you wouldn't say anything anyway.
13. Men who crib about lady drivers. Die, no? Or don't drive. I know I crib about lady drivers, but its okay if I do it. I'm a girl. You cannot.
14. People who start conversations with hey, supp? should be shot dead. Or sent for people skills classes. I will not reply to that.
15. I hate your broadcasts. Don't tell me to "get used to it, if I want a BlackBerry." Learn to uncheck me. Its that simple.
Sorry I cribbed so much. I've been waiting to do this.

Much love.
(:

Coz There's Always A First.

I'm here.
Finally.
After years of wondering what a blog is. After a year of following my best friend's blog, I have one too.
I hit on the idea, very suddenly, after Isha asked me to guest post for her blog.
I figured, its fun, why not have one of my own?
*shrugs* (Yes, I shrug virtually.)

Anyway, hello humans!