ഒരു പെങ്ങളുടെ ഓര്‍മയ്ക്ക്

When I was a little boy of four or five, Eid meant nothing more than buying new clothes and visiting relatives, and more importantly, competing with my cousins in terms of the number of clothes we got in Eid.

Every year, every Eid was somehow really special. And Eid started to become more special for me when I grew up and started my high school. Shopping with Parents changed to Shopping with friends. It opened up a new world of fashion and trends. Life got more colors and guess what? Things gone for a new generation.

I cant resist my self from saying this while I'm talking about Eid even in this second life. About my lost mirage Aachi, she left us on an Eid day.

But nonetheless, Eid is always special and will remain special. Never ending chatting with everyone around and so on - all are the long awaited precious gifts which every year Eid brings. And because of all these things, I am hopeful as usual and looking forward to make the best out of this Eid. Eid Mubarak!

PS: A picture is worth thousand words (the same old crap, but still useful). So I'm not writing about Mehandi. And now, there she is not there to show me the Mehandi design her sister did.

I reached my peek, Just can't speak.
I gave you my life, you never look back.
I am interrupted by that doorbell
Its a face that I've seen before
The face I wished a lot..
Honey I couldn't reach you.

Today is another Wednesday
I saw my therapist
We talked a lot about you
He doubled the dosage
All I can think is,
One more time from the beginning.
Lets get it right.

I don't want those days to come again.
I will never talk like I did before.
Night will never end with wet eyes.
You think I killed you?
I'll never hurt my love.
Still I gave my life, my breath
The way you did to me.
But honey, I couldn't reach you.

Now, I will never do it again.
I'll never think it that way.
It hurts too much to think - now.
Let me live my life for them,
Those who love me and care.
Those who cried when I die.
But still I love you, the pain and tears.