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YES I miss you
No no let me clarify that..
I miss your voice;
I miss your smile showing all the teeth.;
I miss the way you hold my hand;
I miss the way you play with my fingers..
I miss the smell of your perfume;
I miss the way you forcefully messed up my cheeks...
I miss your stalking..
I miss your scolding...
I miss your pinching...
I miss the push which you give knowingly...
I miss the way you call me...
I miss the staring when you take food..
I miss the sharing from the same paper boat...
I miss watermelon juice,beet-carrot juice..
I miss your sneeze...
I miss your sleepy face..
I miss your curly hair..
I miss the way slept in my arms...
I miss the staring when you fall asleep;
I miss all the walk and talks with you under Sun..
I miss the way you made me puzzled before teachers...
I miss all the travel and talks...
I miss the way you make me angry
I miss the way you make me feel happy..
I miss the way you make me feel jealous
I miss all the coincidence with you..
But not you...
What I miss ? 😞
I was a backbencher in school. She was the topper of our class.
I used to hit the soccer ground. She loved never ending novels.
I started night-outs when I was 16. She started planning her career by then.
She was a good speaker. I only clapped.
I gave her hints. She never winked.
I proposed to her. She accepted me.
We passed high school.
I chose Engineering. She chose Economics.
I went to JU. She went to SRCC.
I always wanted to come over for weekends. She was happy with Skype.
I found myself obsessed with guitar playing. She was redefining market structure.
I started drinking in college. She was busy preparing for CAT.
She loved coffee meet-ups. I was a late-night-chat guy.
I used to take her to movies. She was my guide to the temples.
She cooked home-made food. I loved road side Dhabas.
I booked us ola rides. She urged me to take the bus.
Once, I paid for the food in a restaurant. Next time, she took my wallet before entering. I had no choice. We shared the bill.
I was chillin' out every other vacation. She utilised them interning with multinationals.
We were on vacation in Goa. Sunset. Beach. Sitting side by side. Hand in hand. I leaned towards her. She kissed me.
She went to IIM Bangalore to pursue PGDM. I started my career with Schlumberger(I made sure they placed me in the same city as her).
She stayed in campus. My company rented me a flat.
She mastered her management skills. I had to work hard to cope up with the corporate lifestyle.
She completed her post graduation after two years and joined JPMorgan Chase & Co. (with a seven figure annual salary). I got my promotion.
By now, my parents knew her very well. My mummy loved her. I barely knew my to-be in-laws.
We moved in a new apartment. She decorated it. I moved the furnitures.
She used to wake up at six. On some days, I used to sleep at five.
She made me breakfast. I ate it shamelessly, without even thanking her.
I hated traffic rules. She would stop at traffic signals even at 3 am.(when nobody's there, why?)
I bought us ice cream. She took a bite.
“Umm, it's delicious.” she declared.
Just then a boy(read: rag picker) approached us expectantly.
I was in no mood to give away my ice cream.
Without even thinking she gave him her piece.
Man, I gotta tell you, the smile on that boy’s face made me love her even more. (I had to buy her another one :p)
On holidays, I would sit all day long and play COD: The Modern warfare. She would bath early, go to the temples, do the groceries and of course, try to pull me out of my room.
After a long day I would come home and sink in the sofa. She would just sit on my lap and kiss me on the forehead. Man! I love her so much.
I never told her about the girl who winked at me in office. She would tell me her deepest secrets.
Whenever my mom called and she was around, she would take the phone and starts: “How are you, mummy ?”( Yes, she calls her that)
But when her parents call, I simply sneak out of the room.
She helped me quit drinking. I helped her draping the saree.
She cared for me. I didn't even care for myself.
Our families started discussing dates.
But fate had different plans for me.
One day, she fell down on the floor. Unconscious. I took her to the hospital. Doctors ran a few test. They told me she had brain cancer. My life changed.
I went to her. She smiled weakly.
“You will be fine.” I fought back tears.
“Don't cry, when I'm gone.” she made me promise.
She left me. I was numb.
I am alone. She’s with million stars.
I loved her. She loves me more.
I am alive. She's in my heart.
I miss her cuddles. I miss her kisses. I miss her texts, I miss someone who comforts me. I miss her fragrance. I miss her smile. I miss her cuteness. I miss her kindness. I miss her love.
100APC#3 For Kramer
I painted this early last year for my niece, Kramer. She totally rules. We, the family, often call her, Bug, because of her love for lady bugs.
I wanted to challenge myself by drawing things that were less macabre. I have found that potential buyers are much more receptive to soft or cute things. I managed to produce this. This was a labor of love.
Unfortunately my darling niece lives several hours away from me, so I wasn't aware that her love for lady bugs had since passed. Her mother, my sister in law, loved this piece. So I gave it to her for Christmas this last year.
Kramer is one of my heroes. She is smart, beautiful, and extremely competitive. She is not afraid of hard work to achieve excellence. Her sense of kindness, humor, and honor make me proud every day.
Work hard. Work with love in your soul. The rewards will always warm you.
Thanks for reading.