Here far away from the place where I belong, where the I no longer stroll on streets laden with autumn leaves early in the mornings as I used to with my dearest friends, I welcome the leaves through the window of my room. The days when I never knew the meaning of longing or the value of simplicity, when the simplest of things and moments used to bring me great joy and contentment, are left far far behind. Amidst the arms of my home, my world, many a memories must be still lying covered by dust. But they remain as natural to me as breathing. Here as I sit and ponder over this I can hear my friends discussing about the serenity of the hills.Few years back I had been nestled in the Uttaranchal Himalayas but never realised it truly that I was blessed to have been brought up over there. Dont worry friends I am not going to act as a tourist guide over here. Just thought that I should share with you a few facts regarding the magnificience of the place where I have spent my entire life ...
Is it the endless conversations, the childish prattle and pranks, hopping on bikes and raring to go on a long-awaited holiday, sharing drinks and cigarettes- choosing them over a long evening of conversation, checking off items on the mile-long shopping list or generously showering love or pulling each other's leg over Facebook page(s), that makes for a good friend these days? Good Question. Rhetorical to an extent. The reason being that not many would find any fault with the above mentioned definition of a friend. Yeah, surely the above mentioned endeavours are fun and the 'in' thing to do. But, after a long day of getting a thrill from rides and meandering on unknown lanes, one cannot easily switch off the countless thoughts running in one's mind- fears, jealousy, love, pain, complexes and insecurities. Everyone of us has a continuously nagging set of questions buzzing in the mind and trying to swat them with our so-called group of companions, may work...
Spin spin spin I spin my web.. Snip snip snip I snip every old thread.. You spin I spin that is all we do. I am hanging where you once hung, This patch is mine now, now I sew. You snipped my mesh one day and craft your own wall. I am a spinner and you are one No sins, we merely cushion our fall. Why shall I remain trapped in my world and you in yours. Let us spin a web together and trap everyone in ours. Why not bring all under one roof neither yours, nor mine, ally. Under one sky, as the earth continues to spin Let us spin for everyone, a whole new sky.
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