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dearing you.....

 We are born with certain permanent relations, but as we grow up some relations are made, which become thicker than blood.... Well today is no adventure day, no twisted tale, but birthday day of a person, who has been more than a friend...  

its a letter to my soul sister..... 



Dear Maple,

I know not, what to write, but I hope when you read this, a smile flies to your eyes from the lips... Its going to be a year, of us being on our separated paths... Wish you a very happy birthday... I bought your gift, but could not send you, as courier services don't reach to your University...  So the soapy long hand letters can wait.... Thank you for being with me always.. 

Since kindergarten you have been my friend, sometimes advising not  to eat sweetmeat for tooth decay, or jumping in front of my Mom to ask if she was my mother, or teaching me how to whistle.. 

Though our friendship strengthened  from seventh grade, thank you God for making our Favorite Anime series Princess Tutu.... I don't remember how we became so close, but I do remember, how we tried to rewrite the story.... Its going to be eight years of sisterhood...

I love you as a sister, not cause you care for me like a mother from last birth, not cause you are willing to beat up people for hurting me, not for pretending to be you don't care.. I love you cause, you helped me realize my dream,... I thank you for all those crazy days... of you fighting with the security guards, you hiding my guitar to save me,...

I really do miss our breakfast making and self appointed culinary classes in your home... I still want to fight those Twilight fights... I hope you do realize I miss you... I still wear your friendship ring.. I know our priority has changes... But our Europe Trip before Thirty is On....   
I wish you all the success and stability of mind ( don't you dare argue, accept it that  you are fickle)... I hope the tensions you provide me time and again vanishes ... May you over come your sorrows and wake up to see there are many who are for you...
  
P.S- Stop behaving as my mother, I already have a mother, and be my soul sister till the end....


thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries...

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  1. SpringApple111 May 2012 at 20:13

    Letter writing has always been a time consunming job for me. But I like to read letters and receive letters from everybody -known or unknown. This letter is the best one so far. It's so emotional yet so laconic. usually when one is emotional words become spontaneous but here the blogger has rocked once more by holding back her words yet expressing her thoughts to the fullest. I wish you all the best blogger and I wish you meet the Birthday person soon.

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