A strange thing called friendship!

This morning at 10 AM, I am woken up by a flurry of sms and of course, there is my mom and dad trying to get me started on the sunday as they always have for the past 22 years. 2 mins.. pat comes the answer when my dad calls out my name for the nth time. But whenever my phone vibrates for the sms, i take a look at the sms from the corner of my eye.. Well, I am not really sleeping.. I can say that i am clearly aware of whats happening in the house from 8 in the morning. But it really feels nice to jus laze around and lie on your bed as though its possessing you. You can say that i am totally addicted to my bed. And sunday mornings are heavenly. Oh! I forgot - Today is friendship's day.. Not that i believe in it ;)

Finally i wake up to the relief of my mother who offers to take me out. Where? To look out for a place to rent.. Wow.. I have always been waiting for this!!! I politely decline and also state my conditions for the house, especially on the bedrooms. they are off and leave everything for me to do, beginning from the breakfast to the lunch.. I enjoy these times. To be alone and truly be the princess of the house. Let me add that I am rarely home alone and I consider myself totally luck if get my home just for myself for a couple of hours. I do my breakfast, which is bread and easy to make and also the lunch.. Came out ok.. Why am i in such a hurry? I have to go out.. With two of my best friends. Not because it was friendship's day. We dont need a reason to spend time together. But we were going out to spend time with some kids at a school. We did have a good time. This is not goign out spending big bucks on food or movies but satisfying to see that there are ppl who really like to talk to you and can take inspiration even from a person as lazy as i am.

Finally, the kids are happy, you are happy and we return home and on the way a small fight. I wouldnt call t a fight either, but a difference of opinion. Come back home, totally famished. Had some leftovers to choose from and happily forgot everything. Parents return with news on the new place that they might be renting and bham wham.. it hits me, if we were to shift the locality, i am goign to miss my friends.. Now I do have to do something to convince them to stay put in this area. This is where my friends are and this is where i can be happy. When i am totally bored, all i have to do is message them to come to creamy inn for an hour of nonsense. It might not make sense to anybody - even to us. But we are truly alive and do not have to bother about how others would think about us.

Friends - A friend in need is a friend indeed. Strangely enough i was never in a place when i needed something.. They were always there..

Feels very nice when you say "I have friends" Parents have responsibility over you and most the thoughts are focussed toward their chilren's better life in the future and a friend is one wants to make you happy right now. That makes all the difference in the world.

I thought everything was settled and going on as normal as possible. I thought this Sunday was perfect. I thought I could laze around and do nothing at all and spend the Sunday as it was meant to be spent and I am wrong! What was meant to be a day that does not involve math equations, tests, mails etc. turns out to be a complete opposite. The only question that pops in my head is "Why?" It feels as if someone had turned the switch off in your head and you are groping around for it, in the dark to turn it on. Of course, I cannot ask anybody to help me for they either do not know you or they do not know where the switch is. What in the world can one do to come around that situation?

Your heart tells you "go right" and your mind tells you "go left". To whom will you listen to? One asks you to accept who you are and be safe and another tells you to dare and dream. My dad once said that courage was not the absence of fear, rather realising that something is more important than fear. I do fear this state, the state of not knowing what happens next. But this is what I love the most too. I must make a decision. It might be a bad one, but it is mine.


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost