Mama, I love you

I don't know why I didn't publish this here before, guess I was just too lazy, now today I feel like writing and writing and writing. This is my second post of the day already. That's never happened to me before! So anyway, I wrote this poem some weeks back for a friend for a competition, that he was supposed to enter. And hah, lo behold, the day of the competition, I was pushed into going on stage and elocuting the poem and being the entry for the competition. The poem needs to be read keeping in mind that's its been written from the point of view of a child. It does have usage of childish language, but for me that adds to the charm of it. It's very dear to me. I do hope you feel the way I do about it, once you read it! :)

I see you.
Pretending to look for me in the bushes, when you can clearly see me from above.

I see you.
Smile happily ,every time I make a new drawing.

I see you.
Angry, because I broke your favourite teapot with the little yellow flowers.

I see you.
Fuss over me when I fall ill and complain oh-so-much.

I see you.
Smiling, ever so proudly when I come first in class- two times! :)

I see you.
Surprised,more nervous than me,watching me dress up for my first date.

I see you.
Crying, at my high school graduation.

I see you.
Standing by me, when I face my first heartbreak.

I see you.
Surrounded by people in white all the time.

I see you.
Lying on the bed, catheter attached to your body.

I see you.
Straining to breathe.

I see you.
Cough so much, it scares me.

I see you.
Being visited by strange people who call themselves my uncles and aunties.

I see you.
And I see people patting my head, giving me hugs and saying "it'll be alright" .

I see you.
And I see that green line, go up and down and up and down and up...and down...

I see you.
Smiling faintly, as they lower you into the earth.

I see you.
But I don't understand.

I see you in my dreams.
Mama, I love you.
But why don't I see you here anymore.

Of pancakes and the sunset

It is said, "Life is measured not by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away". I've come across this, time and again but I never really tried to understand the hidden meaning. During a recent trip to gokarna, it came to me. I've had some amazing times in my life, met amazing people, been to amazing places but I do not have pictures that will remind me of these times if and when I forget them. But then, another thing is that when you're having fun, you're too busy to have fun than take pictures of it! Like the gokarna trip was probably the most relaxing trip I've ever been on. I don't have pictures of the most fun times on the trip, because obviously, we were too busy having fun! :P I want this to be a memory for me, of one of the most amazing times in my life. It was about being with people I love, the beach, the sea, the food and the talks. That's all that it was about. It was about talking for hours and hours about nothing in particular, knowing that life will never be the same again, that we will never be here, like this, ever again. It was about hogging like pigs. And man, the way we ate. It was about appreciating the beauty of the place. No hurries. It's about the four hours we spent at skylark cafe. Its about the bed bugs that bit is really hard. Haha. It was about the waves crashing on us. It was about "seducing" the food. Hahaha. It was about the nutella pancakes. It was about the sunrise and the sunset. It was about the full moon. It was about discussions that ranged from mythology to technology to friendships to horrifying truths. It was about the new card games we learned and played. It was about revelations and secrets. It was about the train journey back to Manipal. It was about sitting at the door of the general compartment, talking to your best friend about anything and everything in the world. It was about changes and new beginnings. It was about the love between all of us. It was about us. It was when we just let ourselves be. It was about when words were not important to convey what we were feeling. It was about spending time with all of you.
I love you all. You know it. Even though I know there is a very very slim chance any one of you will ever read it, I still want this to be there. So that in life, if I ever want to revisit this trip, I know where to go. It's more for me, than you, I know. But what to do, life moves on and places change, but hearts stay where they were. Always.