Wednesday, July 23, 2008

I Salute You, Your Spirit

There comes a time in life when you begin to see a person or a set of people in a whole new perspective. I have what I call my own universe, a set of very few chosen people (I refuse to name them here. They know who they are.) the people who are my very life, the ones I will go to any lengths to love and protect. All these people I cherish, love and would gladly die for, the ones I take an effort to smile for, the ones I am happy for, the ones who can change my day in just a phone call, my support system.

I have always admired in them their spirit. Perhaps, nah, I am sure you would all know many others in your own little universes who are just as brave and worthy. To me, these are my heroes, because trust me, you need all the courage, the strength, the guts and the will you can muster to be happy and live a life. Today, several conversations later, several moments of knowing and loving, of bits of life that we lived together, the little things we did and did not do, the tears, the fears, the million smiles, the joys, a life later, I sit back and look at you, my little world. I am proud, yes. I am also thankful you are there. I know I am a very lucky one. But above all this today, so many moments of life later, I salute you all your spirit.

I salute ma for bringing me up the way she did, for loving me and for having the courage to let me go. I salute pa for hiding his problems below his smiles, for always being able to manage it all. I salute the best friends, Manju, Raksha and Vani. Each of them for the sheer will power, the strength they have, their spirit to live a life. I salute each of them their smiles, I don't think I would have managed it in their place.

I salute you all for the lives you lead, for the life you have all taught and shown me how to lead. Thank you. Love you all.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Memories, coloured brown tan

Brown tan. I think that's what you could call it, the new wallet I have. Well, its an old one. And that's the story here.

I have a thing for old wallets. Before the mobile phones, I believe that wallets were the most personal thing you could have, the ones that held those tickets to the movie you went with your best friend, a little piece of ribbon from a bouquet of beautiful red roses, some more tickets, some little poetry, a small note on a frayed piece of paper that you don't exactly know why you have saved, debit cards, ID cards, membership cards, often lapsed, little memories that you closet into the confines of a few folds of leather and some money of course! I have always been a wallet person, purses are fine, but too...I don't know...girly for me. I like my bags to be big to hold my world that I carry with me. I like my wallets to be full of my memories....

I have a thing for wallets, I have a thing for old ones that are worn out of use, that have seen the weary travails of the days it has helped a person hold memories. I got my hands on one such brown tan wallet today, the best friends' :-) It is a lot old, a little torn, a little dirty, smooth from having been worn out but I have had my eyes on it for months. Today, it is mine to hold my memories, my stuff, and once in a while, my money when I have it! The brown tan wallet, the one that I have now, will hold within its leather folds, my little life, the stories I make in my head, the ones I write, the little memories I collect.