Furthermore.

You know you have known someone long enough,when the sight of their apartment watchman's children giggling feels like a growing up of a kind.
When the paan stains on the elevator door and vandalized walls grow on you like your old nightshirt.
And the family maid,a constant smiles at you,remarking at your state of health by the smile on your face.
You know you've known someone long enough,when you seek solace their presence just as the smell of  yellowing pages of a novel.
Grows on you like a placid kind of reassurance,relief..contentment?
The worn down street like a map in your mind.
Where you linger afterdusk,out to fill it with your echoing laughter.
You know you have a keeper.
 

Happy Endings?

I've always been a sucker for happy endings.Always.
And everything looks so much prettier on an early summer morning.
Water droplets on the windscreen,golden globules kissed by sunshine.
The Earth,so covered by crunchy brown leaves,and soft yellow ones,browning..that  not a single patch of land can be see,as if the ground were built of leaves.
*Scene Shift*
Sitting at the end of the long table,in the lunch hall..I look for signs that reassure me it's last day of summer school.The girl who sits opposite to me,has deliberately forgotten to wear her shoulder tabs,and two other girls on my side eat skittles on the sly.It's a special dish today,"Mango rice" and just the fact that we got second servings made me happy.It's such an uneventful,usual day but it's the time of the year that makes me infinitely happy.Everytime summer rolls around,I feel like screaming my lungs out and go around giving free hugs.And I'm not big on hugs.I usually just stand there,frozen,awkward while the other person wraps me in their embrace.Summer makes me feel like I'm gonna grow wings and fly away,like in the redbull adverts.It's my high.
Summer just fills me with the kind of happiness nothing else ever can.This peculiar gladness to be alive,to be around..just to feel the summer sunshine on my nape of my neck.
I can even put up with the sticky,moist,intense heat and dehdydrating spells of sweat that makes my clothes cling to my skin.Just for the sake of summer.

To Dying Frailities.

Everytime I look around,it astounds me to see kids,as I refer to them,
the young adults growing up with me,so grown-up all of a sudden,
It's changed in the most wonderful ways,our attitudes,our behaviour
we're subtly outgrowing  our gangly,awkward stance and hormone driven acts.
We're growing up,blooming like white summer flowers,that line the street,
so refeshing,a mindblowing kind of newness,crisp as sunbeams.
I think I see,the beginnings of responsibilty,of chivalry,
of a tender kind of concern for each other,
Treating each other like family,keeping aside differences
Being mature enough to forgive.
I feel this soft,fuzzy warmth in the cavity of my chest,
as if it were filled with sunshine.
Is this the same pride of watching your garden grow?
Of watching your child turn into everything you dreamed it would be?