Wind Beneath My Wings

Hey buddy, While I get along with most of the people, with you was an unusual one. When I say that, it's definitely an altered one, in the best way plausible. Be it venting out about a ridiculously tight deadline or to share a cup of morning extra ‘kadak chai’ with ‘cum cheeni’, you and me have been constant.  You had set a bar of 'oh so high standard salt and pepper' and there has been nothing more fun but to downgrade it to 'oh so cheesy bald and varisht nagarik'(:P). I hope and pray that you find your special someone again, now that the smoking pot has left the arena *evil laughter*.   It's hard to say that I am not going to miss the stupid jokes and laughter (annoying others and you annoying me), checking out all the food outlets and eating like we are always starved, buying non-essential stationary although it's the end of the month and we have holes in our pockets, and of course healthy gossiping (wink). I am grateful to you for bearing up with me dur...

Sat by the same bench were two friends, One Chirpy and the other Lively. Gelling up like bread and cheese, Kept on jabbering and never stopped. Everyday they had much more to talk, Time flew and days passed by, The bond each day getting stronger. A moonlit day and the lively falls for, A guitarist she had dreamt of. Building castles in the air, Thought of living happily ever after. Catastrophe hits and the dreams shatter, Strings of Lively and guitarist no longer attached. Exuberance  lost and taking solace in Chirpy, Lively gathered herself from pieces. Just beginning to stand up, Feet firm on the ground, And the catastrophe hits yet again. Finds about the wrong friend she, Had been with all this while.  The broken trust and promises,  Pricked hard like a needle. This time Lively stood strong, Not to be broken by the unfaithfulness. Killing her inside, but she chose To be not bound by the shackles of the world. Tr...