One breadth of his hair,
one kiss of his mouth,
one touch of his hand......
is worth the eternity of pain..

He asked darkness for light and the sun winked at the moon...
He bound time to eternity and the child in him died young...
He looked hatred in the eye and love shied away...
He held his thoughts in his mind yet stories came out of the blue...
He gave silence a tongue and it spoke nothing...

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.

I can't change your past with all its heartache and pain,
or the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, or to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.

I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, and talk to you.
I can't give you boundaries, which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.

I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.

Almost a decade back....all the fun...all the pranks, all the tricks that we played...i've started missing it all so bad already sis,....what would happen to me when I am an old toothless hag, forty or so years down the line? Would I miss the times we spent together, even more?
I don’t think we'd ever get to stay together...u'd go ur own way...i'd go my own...our childhood can stay captured in the photo album...but that's the most that can remain of sisterhood.
I wonder how mom & dad cope with the empty rooms that were once our den of vice!....specially my room where your posters of cute puppies nudged my fav. posters out of sight....or why on earth does mom still dust the board games that we used to play...would we ever get to stay under the same roof long enough to play those games or for that matter cuddle those innumerable soft toys that still makes my room look occupied...and no,it is not your room... it is my room, you have your own room though you seem to have taken mine for granted.

Does it pain dad to glance at the two study tables placed diametrically opposite in that room....one shaped like a huge piano where my scattered mess of books always threatened to turn into a nice hideout for cockroaches and looked like a complete eyesore and the other dazzlingly blue study table that had all the books piled neatly...the epitome of tidyness....and yet the ants were always happier paying you a visit than me...much later, did we realize that the exotic chocolate wrappers of your fav brand of chocolate brought all the way from Belgium were stacked in one of the drawers of the table long after you stealthily finished eating them without even offering me & when I did ask for the goodies....manipulatively innocent that you've always been....all you had to say was-"Come on sis' look at your waist,do you wanna ruin it?"& I would back off immediately....and what a magpie you turned out to be!collection of choco wrappers for the past seven years!Whoa!!...
And...
Poor dad,he was always compelled to buy two of everything....we'd even demanded two seperate pet dogs for ourselves....I still haven't found anything that we have in common....man!even our blood groups are different!

What goes through his mind when he sees two different toothpastes lying unfinished, two different cupboards filled with equally different kind of discarded clothes, two different genre of music CDs sitting idly somewhere, two different sets of collection of books...the only thing we never did want seperate was the study table....it gave us time to talk...which was anyway, better than studying. All we did at the study table was talk....no wonder,mom made sure she got a seperate table for you and made us sit with our backs turned to each other...but it never did stop us from turning around & talking,did it?
But life does strange things....now we do have our backs facing each other but hey! there's no way we can turn & talk to each other as often as we would want....even though mom's intimidating figure doesn’t come hurrying from the kitchen to wag an admonishing finger & warn us not to waste our precious study hour by chatting up a storm......


I miss you....Happy birth day sis

Clearing up

Today this heavy fog finally evacuated my mind and I was feeling more like “myself” than I have in some time....Could it be my brain is back? Hallelujah! We won’t speak of my current physical condition, except to say that it’s a slow and steady healing and adjusting process.

Where Love took me...into the dungeons of Claustrophobia…..