ruffledheart

Baat us daur ki hai jab tum-hum sath hue.. Gulabi sehar huin aur hum bhi gule-gulzar hue.. Samay ki karvat se aisa hua sama.. Gulabo ke rang ude aur chaman bikhare uzaad hue

It got bruised long back when I first met you. I thought it would all be hunky dory. But..  To no one's big eyes expression.. You and I never shared anything relatable,  yet we found solace in each other's company sharing our joys,  sorrows,  fears of present that lead to our future; The studies that kept us busy, the degrees that kept us awake.. And for what not. More from the emotions that held us together,  the bond of friendship established itself so strong and we hadn't even had a glimpse of it. It was Intimidating at times to ask you to be on phone. There were pleadings from my end which led only to bickering and nothing else. Pleads to speak over the call and bickering to 'Only' meet - up and no talks. It had always been difficult but you know what was cumbersome.. to get you back on the right note. You never seemed bothered much about anything that troubled me extensively. Nothing could clutch your heart. None of the sentiments could ever turn you ...

Sigh! Of relief! How to express  gratitude to the Almighty for soothing me when I am low. Sending me here is what He does then.. 😊 Shukriya,  Sarkar! Hawaiyen  badal gayi hain.. Isliye Bheed me takra jana bhi inaayat  hogi.. ☺️

I knew it would reach.. And would be answered as well.. The eyes would gorge on.. And would render words.. So, after that.. Here I go then... Jaale lag gaye ab un jazbaton pe, Khushnuma jo Hua karte the kabhi, Majboor hoke reh gaye halaton pe, Dil-phek jo Hua karte the kabhi...

We are expecting our second child. This came as a surprise for both of us, (just as our first was 😄) I am in my first trimester. Every morning waking up to nausea I wasn't feeling much in my first pregnancy. But, as they say, every pregnancy is different. Thus, I am dealing with this. It's really hard to cope up with all of these pregnancy hormonal changes, with one toddler, who is super naughty and keeps me on my toes all the time. It's tiring to wake up that early for sending him to school. Bringing him back, run behind to make him eat, sleep, study (the standing and sleeping lines are enough to make him tired and raise my BP) But, as I am a woman and blissfully a mother, I am expected to do all of these with a smile on my face. Because we are multitaskers..or as presumed so. There are quarrelings from my end which are, by God's Grace, taken gently by hubby, so to console me of all day's fatigue that I carry in my bosom to spill on him when he enter...

These beeps are vital to sustain in quite a fragile arena. I wait for them to grope my soul at least for a while, away from the unruly. Try doing that often. You got numerous streets around to just walk and hide into. I write and expect getting a small gesture in return if not such good words. How would I be knowing these words reached you? Write buddy! Let us know your expertise. Write! So that we connect.

So, how do you feel getting older.. Its your birthday that reminds you of the years that have passed ; good, good and mostly good. I haven't ever had a glimpse of you being affected much by something not working out. I admired that with a wondering mind. Because I deal with emotions deeply, and your quotient with 'em had always been opposite to mine. No wonder, there had never been any set back for you.. since ever.. And I hope never in future too. When you touch the third decade of your birth, you should actually be full of wisdom. Wisdom about you! If Not really much about life! A wisdom that serves you with the idea of good,  bad and ugly. To cherish what had had been taken for granted all long. To admire what is in your platter, and to adore even what was taken back away from you.. Not all dishes are digestible, you see 😉 Happiness always! 😊