Tuesday, December 19, 2006

My mirror-image..

I received Aditi's letter yesterday.....a 16 page long chronicle that was becoming so much of a need until it had not arrived. The reason for my desperation being the constant thrumming of solitude that seemed to fill me up from head to toe.It had to stop before it started running along with blood in my veins and her letter,I knew would play the antidote. And so it did. With every line read and every page turned her words acted like dementers to my loneliness, sucking in every ounce that was vigorously trying to find home in me. Her letter if could be painted would take the shape of a very bright ray of sun that would work like butterbeer for my soul. Its warmth slowly spreading in every part of me. For a long time I was quiet, savouring every little incident she had mentioned in it and feeling content with just how much close I felt with her through that piece of paper.
The letter took me on a jaunt through her life there in udaipur where I cant be with her now, like I used to be when we were in school together.Those were somedays when we both like two ammateur comrades had set out to take a trip on the world. Looking back I realise just how inexpressive we both had been.Young and busy. I dont remember holding hands with her while walking on the road or ever hugging her and telling her how much she meant to me. We never needed each other. We were always there...
Our relation grew.I think the distance brought us close. We both grew in alot of aspects and like the world would say emerged as two young ladies(I know U dont like the word)
Coming back to her letter, it made alot of sense to me when I read what she thought regarding being in love.I was surprised to know just how alike our thought patterns were. She once wrote in my slam book 'Love holds your hand,makes you blind and yet carries you on the right path...' and I would say that I quiet agree with that Aditi. It feels great to be in love and feels better when expressed more often.
Time and again it surprises me how easy it is to be connected with the ones you love.The physical distances dissolve when your tattered soul finds solace in their words.
Thanking her would be an understatement.Telling her how much I love her repetitively might do justice but would not suffice. But she is like that ray of sun that brightens up my day and manages to put a smile on my face even when it seems impossible. My imperfections so easily accepted and looked over, my mistakes so honestly pointed out, advices given only when asked...its not in everyones capacity to be what she is to me...my mirror-image......I just wont find another...

5 comments:

punarnaba said...

it really remind me of wht i feel when am wid wht kids wuld call their 'besties"....nice one nidhi...

Anonymous said...

:-) i am all smiling after readin this....and i loved it..it was very impressive..and it has made me speech less...

all i can say now is that i LOVE u...so much...and it has really made me realise how important we are to each other....
the warmth inside u has spread to me and has reached every cell DNA in my body too.....

i am so much proud of u...that i have a very perfect image on mirror...to whom when i ask"mirror mirror who's the best in the world" and who replies without doubt wid surity ..... YOU OFCOURSE ,,,,,n smiles herself cause she n i know both that she means "WE OFCOURSE"

ummmm...for those who didn't guess..i'm the one she has written about........

love ya loads
for that special somebody who made me what i am...and giving me the positive attitude for life which i have...my mirror image...

Anonymous said...

nidhi you are simply my jaan and i know that you know who i am ......

Anonymous said...

"We never needed each other. We were always there...
it's Awesome, if u rem i said the sentence that impressed me most was the one about soul but i fell this one is more impressive. Anyways you know very well what i am waiting for...a copy of your first published book!
Loads of love
cp!!

Anonymous said...

lets hope you never find another image.. dont want this one to loose its sheen .. any single bit.. value what you have.. you will feel very rich.

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