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Farewell 2009

There are moments where you feel like you’re frozen in time.

On the last day of the year, I have come face to face with that moment. Some people say that when you die, you see your life flash before your eyes. In this instance, since the time I woke, the last year, month by month, moment by moment, has flashed before me.

Whilst gobbling down the Christmas cake my dear cousin had sent us, I write this, while reminiscing the good and the bad of this year. Mostly bad, but there’s a silver lining in everything. Most of the lining (as normal lining always is) was hidden and the most recent, obviously came really late.  But here’s another cliché for you, better late than never eh? Okay, I’m done with the corny clichés, or am I?

So this year was a tough one, but I’m over it.

It was hard to do, but I let go of my past. I’ve embraced new people,  had my heart broken (I will always stand by what I said – we were better friends than lovers), met some great people as well as one that has my heart, and I’m on my way to better health and a better future.

So, all in all, I wanna say Goodbye and Good Riddance Year 2009, 2010 is gonna kick ass.

Bring out the Bubbly people. See what I did there? No? Darn it, I’ve been watching too much How I Met Your Mother.

Have a great New Years folks. Cheers.

I leave you with a poem by Conventry Patmore;

With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear.
It needs no art,
With faint, averted feet
And many a tear,
In our opposèd paths to persevere.
Go thou to East, I West.
We will not say
There ‘s any hope, it is so far away.
But, O, my Best,
When the one darling of our widowhead,
The nursling Grief,
Is dead,
And no dews blur our eyes
To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies,
Perchance we may,
Where now this night is day,
And even through faith of still averted feet,
Making full circle of our banishment,
Amazèd meet;
The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet
Seasoning the termless feast of our content
With tears of recognition never dry.

Love is…

  1. … my grandmother and grandfather. 
  2. … HUGS. The Warm, Soft, Fluffy, Long Kind.
  3. … the feeling you get when you see a close friend you haven’t seen in a while
  4. … the shriek that is followed by that feeling when you meet with them
  5. … running towards each other like one of those corny Hindi movies from the 70s or 80s, following shriek.
  6. … being lifted up by a darling friend, and twirled 360 degrees on the beach at 2 in the morning
  7. … walking miles in the company of great friends, the aching muscles and tiredness the next day is worth every minute of it
  8. … looking into his eyes, and letting it speak for you.
  9. … hugging someone that special way, knowing that a  hug will comfort them to no ends.
  10. … being held, because sometimes all we need is that, especially to save ourselves. 
  11. … saving a little birdy from being slaughtered by cats and letting it fly after rubbing its head awhile
  12. … Zoffy.
  13. … Phoenix.
  14. … cart wheeling at Independence Square.
  15. … having a “Sandwich Factory” dinner at Independence Square
  16. … doing a  TING (my girls would know *wink)
  17. … seeing one of your batch mates married off. To a really nice man.
  18. … the beach
  19. … the sea
  20. … lovely hairbands
  21. … Boleros
  22. … jeans. the low boot and skinny kind.
  23. … dancing the night away. With one heck of a great friend.
  24. … street racing down Galle Road at 2a.m.
  25. … my birthday week. surprises and all. OMG You GUYS!
  26. … my special leaf. Lots of love in that.
  27. … when you find that thing you’ve lost
  28. … smelling my hair
  29. … being high on life
  30. … being high on coffee, sugar and RedBull
  31. … photography.
  32. … lying in each others arms.
  33. … smiling with your eyes
  34. … independence
  35. … walking around town, just because you can.
  36. … doggies
  37. … also kitties.
  38. … coffee.
  39. … pigging out on Black Forest Cake with your mates, and eating every last bit of it.
  40. … the insane Lunch Room times.
  41. … the Taj car park session at the onstage 2nd prellies ’08 with RealSkullZero, A, M and Nils. 
  42. … Dancing for no apparent reason, to the dorkiest song on earth.
  43. … water fights.
  44. … pillow fights.
  45. … holding his pinky finger, the way a new born baby would for the first time. 
  46. … babies.
  47. … security.
  48. … driving with an awesome friend who is also a super cool driver. 
  49. … being rescued by said friend in the middle of the night after losing my head and going the wrong way.
  50. … PURPLE.
  51. … Jensen Ackles.
  52. … second chances. 
  53. … being there for them no matter what. NO MATTER WHAT!
  54. … that day in June. 
  55. … kisses on the forehead. 
  56. … holding your hand.
  57. … not letting any object break that invisible bond as you walk side by side
  58. … talking on the phone for hours, not realising the time
  59. … that look in your eyes.
  60. … spending ages making cards and gifts.
  61. … window shopping with the girls. never buying anything.
  62. … great fan fiction. Sarah Rees Brennan FTW.
  63. … is Dreaming. Like James Dean said. Dream as if you’ll live forever; Live as if you’ll die today. 
  64. … Friendship.
  65. … Happiness.
  66. … Knowing that Mother loves me. 
  67. The Hikka Pact.

I was tagged by dearest Dili.

I hereby tag – The Unsilent,  The End, Dark Angel, The Womanist, St. Fallen, Chavie and Black.

Afternote : I know this is extremely long.  Thousand apologies.


This I dedicate to The Unsilent.  He continues to be one hell of a great friend and has touched my life in many ways. This is for you.


Droplets of water fell heavier onto the earth from the clouds above. The more it rained the more the night grew darker, longer and more silent. They made their way home, to her house in the downpour. Sadly, the rain didn’t aid her in her state of confusion and his of silence. There, they sat, in their predefined places of seating, she on the left, and he on the right. Her hands lay on her lap and while his right hand was on the wheel and the other had made its permanent abode for the journey on the gear shift. He always preferred it that way, and she didn’t mind it. She had always found his form of driving exciting, there was something quite enthralling about it.


Sunset Moments

As she watched him from afar, she could only think about how those strong and beautiful hands held her tight, how the sheer touch sent sensations through her body and resting themselves in the corners of her body.

She smiled to herself as she saw him furrow his brows in deep concentration as he talked on the phone, the way he rested his hands on his hips when in annoyance only to relieve them instantaneously in a gesture similiar to that of trying to prove something of credibility to the invisible person in front of him as he whispered audibly about that seemed to have made him furious with rage and frustration.

As he hung up on the caller, he rudely made his way through the people across the hall towards her. While she watched his approaching figure, she let her fingers run through her hair, and  went back to the books that lay in front of her.

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