Let’s cross that bridge!

I am scared of crossing. Yes, it really scares me to cross the road (if you just laughed at me, go die!). If I could I would avoid it, completely. Even anticipation of crossing makes me think of these huge, giant vehicles that can crush me in moments. I involuntarily hold hands of the person next to me while crossing, that helps. Its all good as long as I am with friends and family. I’ll tell you when it gets embarrassing. Once I was with this group I just about knew and while crossing, I held this guy’s hand and left it when I’ve crossed, all of this without realising what I have done! Only while returning when I held this other girl’s hand that she asked me that is it why you held his hand? I explained. It was okay (embarrassing but okay). So yeah that’s how much it scares me. But these days, I cross alone. Almost daily (dabbang glasses, oh yeah). I take two deep breaths, send a prayer upwards and cross (there’s no functional signal and it’s a dangerous crossing). I always try to cross when other people are crossing, that way at least I won’t die alone (weird, i know but it is an assurance, so whatever). Why am I telling this here? Two reasons. Firstly, I want to know what you guys are scared of? What’s that little thing other’s do effortlessly but you can’t? Please share. Get me out of misery by telling me i ain’t alone. Next reason is kind of funny but worth a thought. I was talking about my fear with this person and he says ‘People have girlfriend, heart-breaks, recession, jobs to deal with and you are scared of a bloody crossing’. I told him that none of the aforementioned lead to death, crossing does and it would be such a waste if someone died crossing (Jeez, gives me the creeps even mentioning this). He wasn’t convinced but that shut him up. Hmph. The point here being, aren’t we bothered about wrong things? As long as you make out alive out of a crisis, it is not such a bad thing. You have a lifetime to deal with it. Think over it 😉
Oh and FYI, it’s called Dromophobia!

Talk to me!

Do real conversations happen? There was a time when there were electricity issues with no invertors or generators. I remember how we neighbours use to gather at one place and talk, share stories of past, funny instances. I miss that. There was a time when we all friends met, no reason, just met and talked. We never needed an occasion, we never made excuses. Its been a long time I actually got down to discuss with someone about how they are doing, I am too busy to ask, they are too busy to tell. We read updates on our friends, speculate why that is updated and forget all about it, I miss when we tortured the friend for all the details or that we were specially told and did not get to know through an update. Now what we get is ‘I was about to tell you, got stuck up’. Things were discussed and decided rather than being decided and told. Doubts were shared, not googled. There was a time when we talked about ourselves without feeling conscious and overbearing about it. We shared our likes and dislikes, stupid thoughts, guilty pleasures. We talked. I miss that. Do real conversations happen?

I’d take that bullet for you!

Yeah, I will. There are few souls apart from my family for whom I’d take a bullet, my extended family. Now I have written you all messages and more, smiled with you, cried with you and I need not do more! I have never hidden the fact of how much you matter and this is yet another way to tell you, you rock!

‘My partner in crime, my soul sister,
our best selfie is your DP on twitter,
be it pizza “corners” or that sadistic evil,
in sickness and health, my darling devil’

‘Now lets talk about you, “sweet” heart,
I could not think of a more fitting start,
cook, craft, draft, dance you can do it all,
laughter and care, your permanent stall!

Drama, tears, laughter, fights and jibe,
that’s what works as our relation’s spice,
people will come, people will go,
together we will be, that’s what I know!

You are absent, but I believe you care,
if and when you need me, I’d be there,
trust me, we don’t need the usual fanfare!

With you, I do not message or talk,
I am a bad friend, that’s hardly a shock,
but yes you are one of the few,
I would happily take that bullet for you!

You are new in the lot but seem like the oldest,
Sometimes saint, sometimes stupid, hard to digest,
my drinking buddy, our plans are bright,
first lets just get your ‘madam’ alright!

You are the oldest, still anew,
funny as hell, baba that’s true,
sweet and sour, our friendship in gist,
may we have tons of fun, on this tryst!

You were gone, now you are back,
our fraaaandship is now on track,
your are smart, simple and witty,
lots of love, your “Aditi”!

No drama, no fuss, simply there,
this one is for you Ms. perfect hair,
With you I share all my secrets without fear,
you never judge and that’s clear!

What do I write, what do I state?
Firstly just know, I love our ‘dates’,
my ‘go to’ person, sometimes your jokes bore,
you know who you are, need I say more?