We make all kinds of friends. The school friend, the college friend, the childhood friend, the family friend. But a pen friend? Dramatic or what? Definitely not. I have a pen friend. A friend I write to rather than completely adopting any social media to communicate. The foundation of our relationship has been writing and art. This, in itself makes it all the more beautiful, isn't it?
We did have a common friend, but maybe our similarities is what drove us together. We have known each other for a very very infinitesimally small period of time, but the depth of closeness we share and reciprocate, maybe that kind of magnitude isn't possible even with people one has known for ages. Well, there is a reason behind that. We write. When one writes, he leaves behind a piece of him in his writing, posting it off to the destination, well aware of not being able to recur that piece of himself. Such is the intimacy in the conversation when one writes.
More often than not, people do not find their kind of people. Sometimes, when you're lucky and observant, you come across people; people of your own kind. Let's take an analogy. A flock of birds soar high in the sky towards the west, towards the path they mastered in all leaps and bounds. Amidst this, a small flock, maybe, half a dozen of them, decide to take the path less traveled. They fly. They explore. They love.They learn. Likewise, I had found one companion to accompany me towards new horizons: My pen friend.
It is said the best trips are unplanned. I couldn't have a better understanding of this quote from what happened today. Just like that, in the middle of routine life, in the middle of the scorching summer sun, we decide to meet, no matter how little a span of time. Easily, the Monday blues turned into magical Monday within milliseconds. It's like arriving at a destination one has always longed for, at the same time, possessing a million thoughts in the infinite storage bin called the mind. You recollect all the terrible-terrible times, and all the hassle makes sense, maybe this is why. All the terrible things happened so that you are the person right now, the person who is admired for what you've become, and all the beautiful people you could meet and relate to. Thank you life, the soul screamed with overwhelming happiness along with a tear at the end of the eye.
Here was my Pen friend. Right before me. One warm hug and we instantly knew we had to meet often now. For there was so much to talk about, so much to laugh at, so much to be surprised at and so much to learn. We laughed, we smiled, we blushed, we spoke, we walked. How can two people who've known each other for the least span of time, with chaotically creative minds, experience so much of happiness and contentment at the first meeting? Maybe the answer lies in what we initially started with.
We wrote, hence we know each other.
We write, hence we'll continue to know each other.
We will always write, hence we'll be there for each other.
And that is how, a boring Monday ended up with so much of ecstasy and brilliance that, I craved to write all about it. As I wind up this writeup, contentment and satisfaction creeps into me. Lot more happiness to come my dear Pen friend. I love you!
Much love.
© Deekshita Srinivas.
23 rd March, 2015.
We did have a common friend, but maybe our similarities is what drove us together. We have known each other for a very very infinitesimally small period of time, but the depth of closeness we share and reciprocate, maybe that kind of magnitude isn't possible even with people one has known for ages. Well, there is a reason behind that. We write. When one writes, he leaves behind a piece of him in his writing, posting it off to the destination, well aware of not being able to recur that piece of himself. Such is the intimacy in the conversation when one writes.
More often than not, people do not find their kind of people. Sometimes, when you're lucky and observant, you come across people; people of your own kind. Let's take an analogy. A flock of birds soar high in the sky towards the west, towards the path they mastered in all leaps and bounds. Amidst this, a small flock, maybe, half a dozen of them, decide to take the path less traveled. They fly. They explore. They love.They learn. Likewise, I had found one companion to accompany me towards new horizons: My pen friend.
It is said the best trips are unplanned. I couldn't have a better understanding of this quote from what happened today. Just like that, in the middle of routine life, in the middle of the scorching summer sun, we decide to meet, no matter how little a span of time. Easily, the Monday blues turned into magical Monday within milliseconds. It's like arriving at a destination one has always longed for, at the same time, possessing a million thoughts in the infinite storage bin called the mind. You recollect all the terrible-terrible times, and all the hassle makes sense, maybe this is why. All the terrible things happened so that you are the person right now, the person who is admired for what you've become, and all the beautiful people you could meet and relate to. Thank you life, the soul screamed with overwhelming happiness along with a tear at the end of the eye.
Here was my Pen friend. Right before me. One warm hug and we instantly knew we had to meet often now. For there was so much to talk about, so much to laugh at, so much to be surprised at and so much to learn. We laughed, we smiled, we blushed, we spoke, we walked. How can two people who've known each other for the least span of time, with chaotically creative minds, experience so much of happiness and contentment at the first meeting? Maybe the answer lies in what we initially started with.
We wrote, hence we know each other.
We write, hence we'll continue to know each other.
We will always write, hence we'll be there for each other.
And that is how, a boring Monday ended up with so much of ecstasy and brilliance that, I craved to write all about it. As I wind up this writeup, contentment and satisfaction creeps into me. Lot more happiness to come my dear Pen friend. I love you!
Much love.
© Deekshita Srinivas.
23 rd March, 2015.