Things.Untitled.

"Things that don't mean at all, means the most."

My blanket; which chills me at night, telling me I have a lot to do before I put myself to sleep and then warms me in the morning, singing me lullabies when I withdraw into my burrows not willing to face the FEARS of the day.

The balcony; that learnt equal lessons that I did.Saw the rains. Saw the seasons. Saw my first love. Saw the first love-lost, saw the final-wala love. Adored with me, the sky,the birds and the people in my deep-thinking sessions, dekko me praying to the moon at nights and raising my head in silent supplication to the heavens!

The coffee-mug; that silently held my hand and gave me warm and sweet courage and willpower to go on and on when I struck in the state of diffidence.

The cellphone; who saw the plethora of last dialed calls, missed calls, should-i-or-should-i-not calls and of course, the user busy. saved texts, unwillingly deleted texts. Life-changing fights and decisions taken on its screen and awaited Delivery-reports.

The art-file; which opens up a completely different side of me.A Side of me, who observes, appreciates, sees through the beauty in small life-less things and devours the euphoric colors.

The flower-pot; which was chosen as the fittest to be thrown over the heads of who-shall-not-be-named types, which was never touched but gave me assurance, if anything goes wrong, I could always use it.

The mirror; that helped me rehearse and see through the faults and flaws. When wanted, it made the superstar come out and when needed, it made me see the person who will always strive with me no matter what comes fore.

For these have also helped me come a long way.

For these have seen me getting over few stories and happily making space for new ones.

For these have helped me let go people whom i thought were my life.

For these saw me once again, believing in another chance.Believing in forgiveness.

For they have seen me growing up through the temperamental me, who has gone past,hitherto.

for they are untitled of all the credit that they deserved. Unspoken but Understood.

For these are still here, just like few silent friends.

:)