From the heart...

You yelled at me, asked me to drop dead in a pit.
I laughed it off, knowing well that you couldn't mean it..
I saw the relief huge on your face 'coz i had stayed.
I hugged you and told you I'd never leave, come what may..

Because we were there for each other through thick and thin,
Our friendship would be without meaning if trivial differences had to win.
You have carved yourelf a place in my heart, my friend...
A mark you have etched, that is never to fade or bend.
You have lit a lamp of hope and life..
I bask in its warmth, knowing of nothing I'm deprived..

But its time to go.
And I cannot expect you to follow.
Fate hasn't the same things in store for us.
I will leave, happy to have had a friend I'm gonna miss...

You have your responsibilities and i have mine,
But let our friendship never cease to shine.
However large the distances may be, I'll never shiver,
'Coz you'll live on in my memory forever....

-NAMRATA

My first post...

My little cousin came to me this other day and asked me "What is the capital of Bangalore?" I sat him down on my lap and explained to him what a country is and what a state and its capital is. he listened to me, wide eyed, mouth open, and continued staring at me long after I was done. I smiled to myself with satisfaction that I had enlightened the boy with some of my 'precious' knowledge. He then looked at me again with that same wide-eyed expression I loved so much, and shot his second question "In what country does India lie?" With all the patience that I could muster, I went on to explain again. He's just a child after all! This went on for quite sometime, and at one point it began to get on my nerves. I politely told him that I had loads to study and that I'd talk to him later. He obediently left. A mere few seconds later, he came back running, and said "I'm sorry for disturbing you. I just wanted to know if America was in India because I want meet spiderman". I wasn't sure if i wanted to laugh at his innocence or cry at his ignorance. I ended up yelling at him and shooed him away...
He left me thinking about this for long. It reminded me of my own childhood, and how I was as a child. So like him! both Ariens, with an unending curiosity for the  non-existent, an undeterred search for that fantasy world, our happy place. The world where a swoop of an arm would do our bidding, a world where I could fly, a world where wearing pants isn't compulsory...

But it is dangerous to keep children in the world of make-believe, because they will have a hard time relating to the real world during their adolescence. which was just what had happened with me. I was an overly pampered child, and adults found my obsession with the make-believe adorable. They let me stay in it. More like encouraged me to remain in it. And I faced the consequences later on. During my early teens, when I began viewing people the way they are and not how I wanted them to be, I became a confused child. It was all so bewildering, I lost focus. It was my obsession with the make-believe that made me an avid reader. I found my respite in the pages of those books, and I could forever lose my self in them. In my mind, I would become the protagonist and the story would enact itself, with every detail coming to life...

But I evolved. slowly, steadily. Changing myself bit by bit, so I wouldn't feel autistic, and yet remain happy. I learnt to keep a prefect balance between reality and fantasy, and this is what I am today. I will never stop dreaming because it is the foundation of my very character. But it often creates pent up emotions so deep, I crave to express them. And so here I am, blogging away! Telling everyone just how I feel... Not exactly my style, but will suffice for now...:)