A memory of her sitting content by the window.

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I have a memory of her sitting content by the window, by her I mean a friend who appeared in my life out of thin air, who built me and set an example of strength and value she has for herself, who loved herself more than the guy standing by that window waiting for her approval to come inside.

She sat content, devoid of any worries of the world , for I know she tackles her life in a very organised way , with a sense of clarity, purpose and clear consciousness. When she moves, she knows what direction she is heading in, and is ready for all that has to come ahead of her. She has that unwavering confidence in herself that she will do fine. She is the product of strong sisterhood, and a network of friends who she supports around her.

She doesn’t go on wasting her time and energy by sending her word out , unless you are in dire need. She is balanced and cheerful. She sits on her arm chair next to the window, letting the world pass by. She is aggressive at times, she demands respect and understanding always , because she knows she is not perfect either. She knows when to say NO, and respites before taking big decisions.

I have a memory of her sitting content by the window

HE IS THE SAME GUY(PART 1)

He is the same guy I had met one morning . He reached back from Calcutta(to which he had gone for a business trip) only previous night at around 2 o’clock and there he stood calmly at my doorstep around 6 A.M calling me and telling                                                                         “Take as much time u need, but I’m down there waiting for you.“

He had won my heart there itself, but I wasn’t yet sure about him. (I mean I’m not the one who may believe in love-at-first-sight.) While we walked at lake side, I asked him for some lone time , he smiled and went jogging. (Well!that was the only way to waive him off for some time) He wasn’t one of those guys who would beg for attention. He left me alone for some time where I could feel free and question myself loud enough so my ears could hear                                                                                                                                                                  “What am I doing with this stupid?”

His looks weren’t something I approved of instantly. I still remember his full bearded face mostly inspired by Michael David Rosenberg, the Passenger’s singer if you know what I mean more beard than face , too rugged to make one fall for so easily! While that fool still believed I was walking beside                                                                                                                                         “a man with sexy beard.”

(Well, I’ve never been a sort who belittles one straight on his face!) I began to admire him for his character and had almost lost myself in my regular reverie when I saw him running back towards me.  (Is that all, I could have for my peace?) my mind questioned instantly. But it wasn’t bad to have him as a company, it wasn’t so good either. I found him irritating the way he would nudge into my business, the way he would pay heed to every word I may utter and the way he would bombard my head with the grammar rules while correcting my superfluous sentences.

There was scope of my falling for him , or him falling into the pit . Was something in store for us? Who Knows? 😉