A Love Letter

Dear Varun,


I pray you send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have yours;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, should you have mine?

Since you've been gone, every morning when I get out of bed, I look into the mirror hoping to find my smile. But as usual, no smile. I look and I look, but it's nowhere to be found. I keep my eyes peeled wherever I go, but still no luck. When I try to think just where it might be, I can't help but wonder, if maybe you know, because the last time I saw it, I was with you.
I remember the first time I saw you, I hated you then. I thought you were an obnoxious bugbear with a swollen head. How stupid of me! Later, when I got to really talk to you, I couldn’t have changed my opinion more. I laughed with you; you made me smile like an idiot when I was feeling my worst, and I felt whole, complete, and wonderfully happy just to be alive, just to spend a precious few minutes with you everyday. But then, one day I woke up and it was all gone, ‘This isn’t right', you said, and walked out. I felt empty, hollow, torn apart, ravaged.
But still, I could never hate you. I don’t hate you even now, and I never will.

I think about you often you know, when I’m on the brink of falling asleep. Like I somehow believe you will slip quietly into my dreams, where you are always with me. I hate waking up because I know, painfully, that you will be with me no longer, that you will cease to exist the moment my eyelids flutter open, and that’s why I go to bed early everyday. Just to be with you longer.
I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked for it to begin. Because that’s how it always is, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets. Mine came unexpectedly, just when it felt perfect.
Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through. It's like some people just come through our lives to bring us something: a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn, and then they go on with their lives and let us live ours, better. You taught me many things, though unknowingly, to laugh out loud, to give unconditionally, to be warm and friendly, and also that letting go is stronger than holding on, and sometimes its how you express your love.
I never wanted to leave you, but then I realised, you never leave someone behind; you take a part of them with you and leave a part of yourself behind. Its that part of you that resides in me, that I have come to love so much and cherish even more, that guides me, that gives me courage, hope, strength to move on, and will be a part of me till I die. It’s like a beautifully exotic flower that you see while traveling in a far-off place, to pluck it and take it with you would mean watching it die, but leaving it behind and carrying only its sweet exhilarating memory will make your journey worthwhile.
Thanks for being a part of my life.

Yours,
Maya

I Miss You

I miss you when I hear a lovely song,
I miss you when my days are too long,
I miss you when I look at the moon,
I miss you when my days end too soon,

I miss the way you smile at me,
I miss you in everything I see,
I miss your voice, your hair, your eyes,
I miss your company it was so, so, nice,

I miss you when I look at the sky,
I miss you when someone makes me cry,
I miss you when it rains here,
I miss you when summer’s near,

I miss you every time I take a breath,
I’d miss you even when faced with death,
I miss you in each and every one of my days,
I miss you truly, forever and always.

17 Ways to annoy people

17 Ways to annoy people:
Seventeen surefire ways to annoy the HELL out of people around you!
1. When someone calls you, don’t speak. Wait for them to say hello, after all, they’re the ones that called.
2. Whenever the person next to you is trying to speak, cut them with a loud and annoying noise….like an ambulance.
3. Deliberately mix up all of someone’s papers in a file.
4. Sing incessantly an annoying catchy tune that gets stuck in people’s head.
5. Keep making fax and modem noises.
6. Shout random numbers while someone is counting.
7. Repeat everything someone says, as a question.
8. Whack someone in the arm and say 'mosquito' - every few minutes.
9. Lie obviously about things such as the time of day.
10. Invite lots of people to other people's parties.
11. When someone asks “Do you know how to go to the washroom?” reply, “yes” and walk away.
12. While standing next to someone, quietly reach your arm around their back, and tap them on the opposite shoulder.
13. Pay for an item at a shop with all coins.
14. Tap the person on the shoulder continuously, and when you have their attention, just say hi.
15. Answer the phone "Domino's Pizza, how can I help you?"
16. Draw a tiny, black spot on your arm. Make it bigger every day. Look at it and say, "It's spreading, it's spreading."
17. while drinking something, after each sip give a refreshing, “Ahhh”

On Friendship

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
I always wondered while sitting or talking or spending time with my friends, when does friendship truly begin? When did I realize that the people sitting around me are the most wonderful people ever? When did I decide that they share more than just likes or dislikes with me?

After thinking for ages and making many new friends and watching myself carefully, I did find my answer: Friendship begins when you stop thinking about yourself and think and care about the person next to you instead.

Whenever I think about friendship, I remember a wonderful poem written by one of my favorite poets. It always brings a tear to my eye when I read it. Here it goes:

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


I tried hard to write a poem about friendship, but this one says it all. So many friends come and go in our lives, but some of them leave footprints in our hearts and we are not quite the same afterwards. I have shared likes, dislikes, tastes, clothes and everything with my friends but what is prized above all those things is a part of my very soul, which is the greatest thing I could give and receive I return. Don’t fight with your friends, I still think about the fights that I had and a weird kind of pain fills my heart and pulls me. Never think that people don’t love you, it is not true, your friends always do, no matter what and it is because of them that our world is truly beautiful.

An Echo from the Past

“The hybridization of carbon in the compound-”, he paused, “you there, last bench, stand up!” I reluctantly opened my eyes and blinked up at him. My friend nudged me and hissed, “Stand up before he explodes.” I stood up, on two very wobbly legs, to sixty pairs of eyes following my every move. “Can you please tell the class what the hybridization of carbon in the compound is?” he ventured. I stared absently at the pretty patterns on my dress having no clue about the answer. Right on cue, I heard the welcome ‘tring-tring’ of the bell. He shook his head slightly murmured something indistinct and walked out of the class, pausing only to say, “Good luck for tomorrow’s exam everyone.”

That night I was sitting up in bed trying really hard to make friends with the periodic table and protons and neutrons. Size is no guarantee of power, I mused, thinking how these tiny sub-atomic particles were ruining my otherwise perfect life.

I had hardly glanced through the first few pages of my book, which smelled fresh, like it had never been opened before, a bad omen. Why, oh why, had I never paid any attention in his class? Why didn’t I ever bother to take notes? Helium and Argon were mocking at me, making evil faces and torturing my poor brain. Cursing the elements, my textbook authors, my exams and myself, I went on reading; the pages in my textbook seemed never ending….

Little balls of helium and argon were dancing around my head, and bouncing off my shoulders, “No, no, no,” I screamed, “go away”, till I realized that it was my mother holding my head saying, “wake up, or you’ll be late”. I glanced at my watch. I had 45 minutes to get to my exam hall. Without bothering to brush, I dashed out of my house across the street to where my chem. professor lived. I knocked hard on his door and waited as seconds trickled past. At last the door opened by his wife, who turned up her nose at my bedraggled plight. “Is sir th-”I began; she cut me short and said, “Yes, come in.”

I cautiously stepped up to him and asked meekly, “Sir, could you please tell me about the hybridization of carbon in the compound-

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Monday morning. I silently murmured a prayer to the person who might have invented coffee, as the caffeine coursed through my veins waking me up. As I was skimming through the pages of my newspaper, I heard my younger daughter moaning in her sleep. ‘It’s not time for school yet is it?’ I wondered. The door bell rang urgently, snapping me out of my reverie. Speculating on who it could be so early in the morning, I found a thoroughly unkempt teenager at my doorstep. I raised my eyebrows enquiringly and she said, “Madam, I have a doubt” “Sure, come on in.”

She ambled in timidly and asked, “Could you please tell me about the hybridization of carbon in the compound-

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