We are humans at its core!
That almost sounds like a weird combination of words depicting something which is already barefaced. Yes, we are humans and we know this hands down! Really? Or do we know Facebook more, or whatsapp or any social media interface for that matter? Understanding the latter sounds far more interesting, right? Yes may be for a few poor souls, but I have this one small part of my heart which is anti-technology. Not that I hate it, its just that I don’t like it. I hope you guys understand the difference.
I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. This is the tenth letter, which is addressed to the person you miss the most.
I am lagging way behind in writing these letter challenges. However, I will not miss out on any letter even if I go for one letter a week.
Dear Ms. Laughter,
This was your trademark–LAUGHTER–whenever you used to laugh, you dreaded the entire floor with your horrifying yet scintillating laughter. Every time you cracked a joke with that guffaw, the latter part was the subject of most of the amusement. You were a different person altogether than what you are now. You were the life of everything you were a part of.
You made everyone happy and believing. Life can be so unpredictable at times, everything changed with a blink of an eye. The years we spent together were the best years of my life. You always said and you say it even now “I don’t want a difficult life, if it can be a piece of cake I want to be the first one to grab the cake. I want an easy simple luxurious life. Period”. I am the first person today who wants the same for you–I want you to be happy, healthy, rich and strong.
I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. This is the ninth letter, which is addressed to your favorite internet friend.
I am an ambivert as I’ve already mentioned in couple of my letters. This particular word engraved in me doesn’t allow me to talk much–be it online, off line, to strangers, or newly made friends. However, once I indulge in talks, I am difficult to stop. I am a bore sometimes and I am ‘life of the party’ in the other –all depends on the mood and the surrounding crowd. Am I going off the track? Yeah, may be. So, this letter is addressed to you Mr. or Ms. Non-existent a.k.a ‘a favorite internet friend’. This clearly depicts that I don’t have any favorite internet friend or lemme think…ummmm…actuallly I don’t really have any unknown or known favorite friend on internet.
I know social media is a timeless legend, which has proved to be a match maker in innumerable cases. But for me its nothing more than a life savior–sorry if I am hurting sentiments, but it is. I interact with many new people online–most of them exists in my WordPress reader section, but I don’t think I am FRIENDS with somebody. Yes, the ones I know in person are worth every second of life and I love them all. May be my concept of FRIENDSHIP is a bit overboard..or may be I am a little off center today……writing things that are making less sense. I had been into this blind Gmail chat with some unknown lad long back in college. The experience was disastrous…so I just allowed my instincts to rule over my wishes since then. Moreover, this routine-wrapped life relegates everything that tries to break it of. Dear non-existent please be the way you are–away from me. I know that sounds rude but as they say ‘ignorance is worst than rudeness’. You never know you might save your self from a massive heart-break, by not getting in touch with me. 😉
Ohkay enough of throwing this wrath upon you. This is seeming too good to be true..I mean how easy life would be if we could do this on our every ‘blue’ days. Throw your wrath upon any non-existent person and get along–without worrying about the revert.
P.S: If I ever had any unknown internet friend and if that friend reading this piece…just shift+delete all those memories. 🙂
I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. This is the eighth letter, which is addressed to a deceased person you wish you could talk to.
Dear Ms. Angel,
‘Don’t wait for something until it’s gone. Don’t wait to say what you want to, until you lose the person forever. For then there will be nothing you can do to bring them back, no matter how hard you try’
Happy Teachers’ Day
Okay, let’s just begin with a ‘Hi’. So how are things up there? I have been told that people who do good deeds find a place in heavens. I am afraid where they would have placed you..because you crossed all the limits of being nice to the world. If you were reading this, you would’ve raised your brow with that attitude “Thank you, I know I am lovely”! I loved that about you ma’am. I loved that about you– the art of loving yourself beautifully. How did you do that?
I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. This is the seventh letter, which is addressed to your ex
Because this is a 30 day challenge, I am bound to write something in this letter. Otherwise, I am really not interested.
“Aur bhi gum hain zamane me, mohobbat k siva”
I Don’t Give a Damn…Really
P.S: Some stories are better untold
I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. This is the fifth letter, which is addressed to any stranger you met.
Dear Stranger With Memories
“There’s this thing about travelling; you could talk to someone for hours without exchanging any whereabouts, tell them your deepest secrets and then never meet them again!”
I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. This is the fifth letter, which is addressed to your dreams.
My Dear Dreams,
I have many of you hovering around my head and mind all the time. I don’t know if I am moving close to you every day, but what I do know is that I remember you guys like every morning and every night. May be that’s not enough, may be we need to get closer with each day passing by, may we should just say “Hi” once in a while. I know my uninteresting job keeps me occupied most of the time but then necessity is the parent of dreams.
I have this simple list of achievable dreams that doesn’t demand much of hullabaloo. They are simple, just like dreams of any other girl next-door.