Missing Persons...

I miss people. Terribly at times. People I love, People I lived with, People I went on a trip with, People who made me laugh, and sometimes, I even miss the people who made me cry. (Although, more often than not, I miss the latter because I have figured out something to say to them that would make them cower in fear :P)

First, I miss the easy going camaraderie I had with my friends in school. Although we are still friends, I have lost the ability to be as close to them as I was back then. Living away for so long, and then the changes that inevitably happen, have all contributed to making the memory of that closeness, all the more precious.

I miss my roomies. I definitely, definitely miss them more than most others I have known. From doorway conversations, to Pizza Corner and our preferred orders. From coffee at bed time to long, seemingly pointless conversations. From Road No. 10 to MT. I think about late night walks in the rain and wonder 'what the HELL were we thinking' and then I realize the beauty of it was - we weren't... not really. Little things like that. I <3 you K & N.

I miss my temporary roomies too.. the ones I spent 3 months with, apart from the ones I spent 3 years with. and what an unforgettable 3 months it was. People at the Big G, compatriots at -1, secret balcony events, dinner buddies - how do I think of them all?

TenD: after 3 and a 1/2 years, how could I not miss TenD. A love affair that started with 'I never' and a road trip, was nurtured by the real 10D and Firangi, and lived at one extremely large table in the cafeteria. We lived through make-ups and break-ups, being set up and then setting up, surprise parties and nasty shocks too. Its amazing the bonds you forge in one night of complete madness.

I miss my fiance` too sometimes. Not the person he is now, because obviously, I have him and I also get to keep him :P ; but I miss how he could be when we first started dating. The days when everything was shiny and new, and the future was still a big uncertain cloud.

And while I miss allll these people and wish for snatches of what used to be, I sit back, smile smugly to myself at my good fortune to have had them in my life, and then grin at the fact that I still have them. :D

A Letter to You...

I like late night conversations. The madness that results the next day from my sleepiness is just an added bonus to someone like me who just appreciates chaos where they can find it. I was told that there was this Greek Goddess who made it her immortal life’s work to cause chaos wherever she could. Now that sounds like the perfect job to me. I cause it even when I am not really trying. Can you just imagine what it would be like if I actually put in any effort?
Again, I digress. I do it all the time. It reinforces my mantra of chaos!
Back to the topic at hand. Late night conversations. I like them. I like having them. With you especially. We talk about everything from existentialism to the reasons for insecurity. From bad coffee to unexpected visitors at 6 a.m.
From embarrassments to crowning glories. Walnuts to Harry potter.
That seems to be the broadest spectrum I have ever come across. For a while at least. I have known you for just a while, however I find it so easy to tell you just about anything that crosses my mind. A friend said it is the rarest thing to find people you can be yourself around. I am glad I can be me around you. I hope you feel the same way. You get me. Mad teapot songs and all. I like that.
Its funny, how knowing someone for years, doesn’t necessarily mean that you can be completely comfortable around them. It might be your best friend. It might be your family. But then there are those few and far betweens, that you can just be around and not have to double check what you are saying. You can just be. Plain and simple.
Just be.