The mask that you wore lured me into thinking that you were the one – the only one.

You gave me flowers, lots of them, but they also had thorns in them.

Had I been careful, as to not ignore the signs, I would have spared myself form being hurt.  But you knew that, right!

You knew well enough to earn my trust, enter my heart and stab me in the back just when I had asked you to watch it in the dark.

For the daily prompt: Betrayed

Love stays strong


We met as colleagues. We passed each other at our coffee breaks.

We went discovering a town that was new to both of us. I don’t know if it was the company or the place but I liked both.

I was a shy person, bit reserved but I guess, I had already started liking him.

Friendship grew strong and proposal came along.

We tied knots, stayed strong.

Things changed much from young to mature, from surprising elements in relationship to learning new things about each other.

I know he stood strong; he knew I stood strong.

Storm came along, but we moved on.

Thank You, Friend

I was twelve years old when I met my best friend. I was a very quiet and shy person then. All my teachers told my mom that she is very quiet, she doesn’t talk at all.

Now I couldn’t share what was going on in my house, parents fighting, grandparents bugging between the fights, like a soap opera my house looked like a set where the characters took their sides and the worst was, for me to choose. Hello! I didn’t want to do that, so I guess it affected me as I didn’t socialize much and kept  to myself or was quite most of the times.

I saw my best friend on the first day of our new class. Her smile made her face radiate like an angel. I just wanted to be friends with her, wanted to know her more than her name. I saw her talking to others and thought what if she doesn’t accept my friendship. That would have been humiliating.

But then one day I decided to talk to her. I walked to her and said, “Will you be my friend?” She smiled and quickly said, “Yes, why not.” I was so relieved. That was too simple.

She was a true friend. We were very fond of each other, so much so that others thought that we were sisters. But we were not, and I was happy to hear this. We shared our tiffins together, she helped me with my home work, I helped her with understanding the lessons, I could not fight so she fought for me with others.

I was no longer bothered of the “family drama” or “family politics”. There were times when it affected me, but I was no longer bothered. May be because I had found “a friend in need is a friend indeed” or may be teenage hormones had triggered the tolerance level or a changed behavior, I don’t know….

We both loved talking or it would be me, talking and she, patiently listening to me. We were friends for five long years but they were strong. Then she moved to a different city. We exchanged our communication address, back then mobile phones were new and expensive, in short either of us didn’t have it. We wrote letters for good three continuous years and then it slowed down and finally stopped.

I still remember those days and miss her a lot. She changed me from being a shy and quite person to- if nothing more, then at least talkative. I sometimes think had she been with me I would not have made friends with anyone else. But then, whatever happens happens for the best. Over a period of time I have met great people in my life. There are a couple of good friends on my list. I’m thankful to her for becoming my strong shelter during those turmoil years of my life. She holds the definition of true friendship to me in all the ways possible. I hope her good, healthy and abundant life as I write about her and remember her (now).

Although I don’t have any photos of hers or ours, I have managed to capture her face in my memory so clearly that I still get a good glimpse of her in my dreams (they are not hazy, they are as clear as is reality to me). I still meet her in my dreams, chat with her, express my happiness… and then suddenly wake up realizing that it was a dream. Perhaps a glimpse of life had we still been friends.

Daily Prompt: Something So Strong

Shoes without socks



I just love to wear shoes without socks. It doesn’t bother me much how it appears but I feel good. I remember I’d always wanted to do it since I was a child, but someone kept me from doing so. You might ask who?

“Where do you think you’re going, without wearing socks? You need to wear socks with your shoes.” These were the words that mother used to shoot at me, if she saw me going out in shoes without a pair of socks.

Back then, as a child I was far behind the understanding of mannerism; so mostly I did what I was asked to do. Secondly, I was of course intimidated by my mother (not that she was scary, but she knew how to play a good mother and a bad mother, depending on the time). And thirdly, the idea of punishment did not seem exciting.

But now, the child that I’m has become a free fighter and a risk taker. Out of the many things that I wanted to do my way, this was certainly on my list.

As I go through my footwear: slippers, boots, sandals and shoes and decide what to wear or what not wear. I’m asked to think,” what pleasure does Mr. Shoes have for getting the company of Ms Socks? And why are others deprived of the comfort and cozy friendship of Ms Socks?”

Well! I have no idea but they certainly get the best pair award. And who could argue, they have been sitting in our wardrobes, like Harry met Sally that we dare not mess with the pair. I think to match socks with any other than shoes might be a question of simple appearance or I don’t bother attitude or may be some weather condition. Most of the people would like to go with the first (because appearance does count). However, I would go with the second (some lost flocks would go with this one also).

I simply like to slip my feet into the shoes and go out on a wander trail with my shoes, leaving behind the pair of socks all by themselves at home. I think it saves my time and the burden of sitting and pulling up my socks (as in literally and in great effort). It can be another way of saying that I’m a free spirited person. Or, allowing my brain cells to rest without being bothered while doing something that I’d always wanted to do my way.

A few days back I went on a stroll with my usual companion, and on the way I met Ms. Looks. She is someone who likes to do the things simply, because they are meant to be done that way. Apart from that she is just my park buddy (we walk together nothing more nothing less). She greeted me with a smile. All of a sudden, I could see my mother staring through her eyes, as she rolled her eyes looking, from my face to my feet and back to my face. At that moment we exchanged looks and speeding thoughts. Right at that moment, my face with a gentle smile and innocent eyes gave a look that said,”hey! I don’t care”.

I didn’t know that it could be so difficult a thing to do such a small thing your way. But when I did, what I did, I could sense a little bird in me that flew free for a while. I’m still half way through on the list of things I want to do my way.