When it comes to writing about friends, somehow words fail to communicate my sentiments. The feeling of jubilation on meeting a few of them after years. The excitement caused while spending time with them. The warm hugs. The perception of pure-unadulterated-joy. The gushing moments of giggles and the loud raucous laughter.
No matter how much I try to describe it, you'll never be able to fathom the degree of happiness it can arouse in me.
We come from different walks of life, speak different languages at home, but still can gel so beautifully despite living in different continents and not having met each other for months together. Its miraculous how we cannot feel out of touch even when we meet after months together. They say separation increases the love, hell yeah, I agree! :)
And there are the ones whom we are constantly in touch with. Right from good mornings to sweet dreams - these are ones who complete me. Rather, they are like my alter ego. We have nothing in common. Our tastes are diametrically opposite, but we are like two sides of the same coin. We don't need words to explain ourselves. They can complete my sentences. Know my next move. Again, I have no words to express my love for them.

But whatever said and done, these people mean the world to me and every moment in the wake with them is undeniably amusing and the memories are worth a lifetime of happiness.

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Random words scribbled across pages. . . Doodles on the back cover of notebooks.
Empty confetti boxes & scribbles on switch panels.
Cash. . a lot of cash stowed away in the pocket of a jeans that doesn't fit anymore!
The first fountain pen. Blue and ivory.
The man who gave it to me.
Autographs on white board. . . Initials engraved on colored chalks.
Learning serendipity. . .the woman who taught it.
First pair of dancing shoes. . silver with navy trimming.
Falls, Cracks, Plasters, Stumbles . . aplenty. . . what a klutz. . still !
Butter fingers!
The person who gave that name.
The 21 cakes. .


Its ironic how little insignificant things can trigger such strong emotions and a sense of nostalgia in our lives.

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I am amazed at myself! Really, not self-love. At least not this time ! I am completely amused at my own ability to say something and then contradict it with my actions. When I think about both my actions and my statements, I am confused about my policies. I don't really know where my inclinations lie. Am I just following a trend ? Do I really want to be a rebel ? Am I simply pacifying things in order to avoid ripples in placid waters and in the process losing out on what I want to be my individual stamp?
Should I call it dissatisfaction ? No, not really, because I like things the way they are. But I don't want to be someone who hates change. Heck no, I love change, I'll get bored otherwise. I also don't want to lose out on things that make me happy by making people think that boredom is the root cause of my fallacies. When I actually think that is true.

Maybe I just lack skills to evade a situation and flip things in my favor. Then why don't I like people getting disappointed when I behave otherwise? People never like disagreements. Its easier to just accept the popular or the dominating view rather than be the only voice fighting for a cause that is just yours.
Again there is the big question if your voice is right or wrong. But who is to judge that ?
Guess, the easiest way out is to keep the trap shut, but I have the need to take it out! Guess I just did ! Or is it too late and the damage is done ?

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