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Celebrating No Filter on Friendship Day

Friendship is intricately beautiful with the many layers embedded in relationships carved over the years and complexities making it sound near perfect. We strive for flawlessness in the way we approach relationships and heart beating for friends where longing for each other pinning that conflict is superseded by the strong bond which can lead at times to a sense of insecurity not to lose friends or praying that relationships don’t go wrong. We crave the bonding beyond time where it’s needless to say for some like me, friends from college are always precious.

I am a great believer in ties of friendship for it lends a sense of balance that perhaps blood tie doesn’t plug the gap and have always been closer to friends more than perhaps close relatives. There is innate strength in the friends made and connect on a deeper level the self-confessed sucker for human emotions that I am. Friends have stood thick and thin with me in a seamless manner defying time.

A regular call without fail with Adi every week separated by the seas n the Southern Hemisphere and speaking about everything under the sun is something we don’t religious miss. He will ping me mostly on Fridays and Saturdays as we reminisce about our college days. He was my best friend in the halcyon Pune days and for some reason or the other, we drifted apart owing to time but the struggle in making life happen.  It’s only during the lockdown last year that we reconnected and since then, we don’t miss the telecom calls, offering each other the necessary support at a time when the pandemic has become a reality in our lives.

As much as we abhor the lockdown and virus, it brought us together and cementing the bond in reaffirming the belief that as human beings we need to make the small, tiny effort. If the lockdown taught us one thing is don’t think twice about reaching out to friends or your loved ones, be it family or anyone that matters.

There is something funny about friendship and the small anecdotes are what make us look fondly at friendships.  One such tale happened in Goa with M. I self-invited myself to the wedding reception of M’s friend what with me having a digital camera and in the age of no smartphones, common sense taught that I should click her and us, not just the venue.

Much to M’s chagrin, I didn’t click her at all and obviously, it pissed her off, reminding on how upset she was with me. She didn’t flinch telling, “You know that I don’t have a camera and you didn’t even take my picture.”

I felt bad about how dumb I can be and insensitive. I am feeling bad right now. But, that’s how friendship is where close friends have every right to tell you the truth about their feelings. No filter friendship is what we should celebrate.

Friendship Day is always special where I hold memories inside my heart. We don’t need a Kodak moment for that. A friend from Pune, Chanda called on Sunday, and as unbelievable as it sounds, we had a video call or for that matter, saw each other’s faces after 10 years. It feels like yesterday only and we spoke as if there is no tomorrow, immediately added another friend from college on the call who was our senior, Ajitabh. Now, in those days I would add the prefix Bhaiya in front of his name. In college, he would joke telling me that because of me, most girls were calling him Bhaiya. Of course, Ajitabh reminded Chanda on his peculiar way of speaking in college when we were sitting for food, “Come, dig in.” Of course, we spoke as if there was no tomorrow and am amazed how Chanda knows me so well where despite the fact we were not in touch for a decade. He told me things about myself that I didn’t need to share with him.  It’s incredible how friends understand each other to the hilt.

As corny as it sounds, don’t they say, “Hare ek friend zaroori hoti hai” and over the years, I made such good friends on the blogging sphere. Some of them are on my Whatsapp and while we may not speak to each other for long because of the drudgery life throws at us, we are here for each other. Esha is one such good friend where we connected on the blog at a time when content overrides everything and anything. So much for such genuine friends beyond hits or Instagram but swearing for the pure joy of writing. 

One thing I would say honestly is that after making the best of friends and having the perfect time at Fergusson college in Pune that it was a hard time moving out of this phase so much that I pushed people away who wanted to be close to me. Now, right or wrong it’s not my place to assess but it can happen when you make the best of friends during a particular phase.

I am linking this Friendship Day post to Esha’s blog with a special, personalized theme in reaching out to and bonding with friends during these tough times where the pandemic is impacting several lives and taking a toll in terms of mental health. A free writing prompt every Sunday to encourage writing and removing the mind’s clutter every week.



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Judged we shall be

Love shall suffice,

wiping the slate clean,

emotions are ingredients,

completing this meal call love,

yet! We crave for an encore,

pardon my French,

not all feelings are unrequited,

wary as we get,

why put label on earth,

beauty of fingers interlocking,

judged we shall be,

hiding feelings,

for being together in the end is no triumph,

love is seamless,

eternity in what we seek for,

bury romanticism of relationship,

suddued are emotions,

that’s alright,

for it’s no sprint,

winner shall be losers,

lovers turn into tragedists,

reflect on the ties,

for you are not bound by earth’s meanderings.

With Love


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Love’s lot like filter coffee

Between you and me,

distance fading nto the breezy storm,

fluttering hearts,

 growing apart,

crossing seas,

longing for lust,

loving like filter coffee,


unsweetened taste,

savoring each other,

chord of silence,

soaked into droplet of passion,

estranged lovers,

alien is thy name,

hearts broken into tiny shards,

completing each other,

 love is not the end of it,

nor it’s fresh beginning,

meandering without promises,

beyond us,

the whole of tiny particles,

our hearts are not pairs,

coalescing into one,


 not emoticon.



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Rain soaked happiness

Rain soaked moment,

water droplet into tea mug,

splash to the soul,

every gulp fills with contentment,

pitter patter of happiness,

madness and delirious,

first monsoon captured in the mind,

a peek into the heart,

still and vivid images,

moving pictures,

sealed by the distant,

near perfect past,

splayed in the current,

every droplet stirs hidden desire and excitement,

drenched to the core,

swaying to the unabated waves,

offering seamless happiness,

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Heart is thy victim

The heart knows no reason,

love is light,

darkness is oxymoron,

beneath the curtain,

flicker of light,

spasm of cold,

sweet, little cuddle,

playing cold play,

ain’t murder i plot,

in the garb of love,

my heart is thy victim,

swayed to the flutter of roses

soul soaked by rain,

lost in the deluge,

chaotic city,

i breathe,

to the gentle touch,

a taste of dark chocolate,

feels like kiss,

burning like fanned flame,

does love feels like that?

cushioned in the warmth,

honeyed sensation.



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Lulled into the seamless

Closing our eyes,

blind to touch and sensory,

 flickering the distance,

 scent of your hair,

 smothering your lip with my finger,

 tasting the juicy nectarine,

 gently licking,

curled lips,

smothering saliva,

untying your bra,

 stroking your bare skin,

tongues swirling,

fondling into the uncharted,

intoxication is pure bliss,

drenched souls lulled into the seamless.



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Target 500

Hola folks,

Happy Sunday! Writing and keeping it to 500 Words limit! Ok, let me try this basic ground rule firmly believed and sharing freely with the whole world, except myself. I read a couple of blogs today and to be precise, handful one or two, stumbled on a short story reproduced by someone and another one on writing. Do check it here on K.M.Allan’s blog. It almost propelled me to write but no luck, so far.

Blame it on the winter season creeping in and the only thing that I have been able to do since the morning is slouching on bed, doing absolutely zilch and burying my head with the blanket. It’s only in the evening that I read extra 50 pages in the book Freedom of Midnight by Larry Collins and Dominique La Pierre on India’s struggle for Independence. Three cups of coffee, tea cups, tons of water and a very light lunch made of papaya, prune, date, curd and green tea as I look to start my diet tomorrow. Don’t ask! It’s a challenge. There is no plan but have every intention to kick away my Indian packed snacks or sweet mithai and pastry which I over indulged by the way and yesterday was the last rich mutton fauji I made. I must say that mom supervised the entire cooking process in the end. It would be interested for you to watch the Mutton Fauji recipe by Chef Ranveer Brar. Do let me know how you people find the recipe.

Back to what I forget about the post, “Character Motivation: Tips and Tracks” armed with every single intention to adopt and write by continuing the romance novella or doing a shortie on the blog but instead slouching on bed seems to be a better idea. You see, it’s all about getting my priority rightish on a Sunday and that’s sleeping. Trust me, when the chill bones get an upper hand, there is nothing on earth that makes sense.

There have been many firsts. For the first time ever in my life, I was able to open my Bordeaux wine yesterday with a Flamingo can opener without both bottle and the device coming unscathed. Shocking but true yes! You may find it unbelievable but it’s an impossible task for me with the cap pulled inside most of the times and breaking the corker. I got a fancy opener from the Indian shop and at the right time, speaking to the bestie who is now settled in Australia. We normally have our weekend alcohol trip on Whatsapp and he guided me with the twist, him telling it’s making the right sound. Phut! It was done. A feeling of winning war and acing the nobel prize after missing it all. That was Saturday.

Still not enough of the Saturday for I watched this amazing film A Star is Born which always wanted to and finally landed on Netflix. I am a huge Lady Gaga fan and couldn’t miss this one with Bradley Coopers. An absolute gem and scintillating music. Pure theater in motion which cannot be missed for anything on earth.

Total: 520 Words

A free writing prompt on every Sunday and linking to Esha’s blog. I promise to hop on the listed blogs where the aim is to encourage writing and removing the mind’s clutter every week.

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Destiny smeared with blood

The path that shan’t be,

lone travelers,

wrinkled faces,

defeated by travails,

modest sarees and muddied shirts,

connoisseur of crops,

ripped of smile and prosperity,

feeding strangers with love,

no tenderness to the kind yet helpless hands feeding us,

till desperation strikes,

leaving modest village comfort,

taking pain, tears and memory as belongings,

plodding tireless on the path,

where lovers are estranged and unknown to each other,

night owls turning into seekers,

what is this destination you crave for?

 braving storms,

hunger and thirst,


tired soles,

destiny smeared with blood,  

why maketh pain pleasure?



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Visa free world

Countless are the tales,

not a love story,

just wanna breath,

run away to a world.

where i can be myself.

faraway from judgment or prejudice,

where men and women are not labelled,

behaving like a child,

they won’t tell me to grow up,

give a name to our relationship,

eyes following us,

as we holding hands,

fingers intertwined,

kissing passionately.

fucking as if there is no tomorrow,

we shan’t run away from cowards,

steal glances,

not crying hoarse,

to let us live,

no vaccine passport or visa,

where hearts shall travel,

follow our paths.

With love