Happy Teacher's Day Neelam Foi! How I Wish You Were Here Right Now :)

"Nai maaf neechu nishaan" (basically means, always aim HIGH!) is what you would always say. You have no idea how many times all of us continue to quote you!

You're the first person my mind jumps to, when I think about teachers, so I miss you that much more today.

Everything happened so fast .. You were eating, enjoying, watching cricket and wishing us a good day everyday, and suddenly, you just weren't yourself. Everyone says that you're in a "better place" right now. I hope, actually I know you are. But that doesn't really help! :P I still feel like crying .. I miss you. SO MUCH.

Remember all those times you would take my textbooks and read them out to me? I would always cheat a little in Geography. Whether you noticed and let it go, or you didn't, you would always be so happy reading me stories!

I remember how I loved 'Dashavtar' and I couldn't read it myself as it was in Gujrati and you would read it to me. And Bambi. And Tintin. And Nancy from the newspapers! And the English comic strip every Sunday from the paper..

When you were not all that well but I told you about how I was doing Shakespeare's Macbeth in my workshop and you looked through your cupboard all day and found me your copy.. Thank you!

You went out and whenever you did, you would without fail, ALWAYS get Bhuvs and me chocolates. And the way you would give us money not only on our birthdays, but yours as well! As well as on any holiday, on your father's anniversary.. Thank you!

The way you would wish us 'Good morning, good day, bye!' every morning before we went to school and 'goodnight' before going to sleep.. Thank you!

Thank you for all those times you let Bhuvan and me sneakily watch cartoons when we were supposed to study. For all those times you missed your shows and cricket just so we could watch our silly Shinchan and Pokemon! For all those times you would sit next to us and hand over the remote to us for watching whatever we would like.

For all those times you would tell us mom dad were in the building because you would notice their car enter the building, each time you would cover up for us in front of mumma and pappa, just so they would never scold us.. Thank you!

But especially I thank you for always having never ending faith in me. For motivating and encouraging me. For believing in me. For believing that I would be able to do what I wanted, in life.

Thank you for thinking, and telling everyone that I really was working hard for my tenth boards. You were the only one at the time who said that :D

I wish you wouldn't have fallen ill. I wish I never had to see you that way.. I wish you were there to see me score such a good percentage in tenth! I wish you could've been there physically, when I got admission in my college. I wish you were here right now. I miss you Neelam Foi. 

You never got to eat the cheese burst pizzas. You never saw India do so well in Olympics. You didn't see me win something because of my writing.

But what I do know, is that you're smiling down at us from up there. That you're eating all the yummy food that there is in the world! That you read books and watch cricket. 

Happy Teacher's Day Neelam Foi. Thank you for everything. Thank you for all that you did, and didn't do. I was a stupid idiot back then. I wish I would have gotten to tell you how I feel but I know you know. I love you. I love you so much.

I miss you ..

Rakhi Special - Fiction #2

She entered the bus with a unique, or as some would say, a strange mixture of happiness and sorrow with a tinge of,  closure? She sat down in the back, alone. She was armed with a notepad and appeared to be scribbling furiously into it, with her eyes and mind totally in what she was writing, not caring to see around, as many other girls of her age would have.

"Dearest Samir Bhaiyya,

                                        Hiiii !! It's been almost 2 months since I haven't said anything to you. And you might be wondering why I am writing a letter to you when, in a short time, we are going to meet. You know how it is with me and spoken word,no? I want to say a million things but when we finally do meet, I might not be able to speak even a few hundred. So I am penning it all down so that you can know what really is in my mind and heart.

                                   School's been going good. 8th standard was a piece of cake and the whole transition from 8th to 9th standard seems bullcrap to me. I mean what's the big deal about it? We are the same. School is the same. Everything is the same. But you know our school na, always hyping up stuff to scare us which they think is going to result in us studying more. Hahaha,as if! But I digress.....

Ma and Pappa are both fine. They have just recently joined Salsa classes! Yeah, our very own mom, who was so embarrassed to even shake a leg during Ganesh Chaturthi and dad, who thought all this was "nonsense" .. It's weird how time changes people,no? Well anyways they're having a gala time and I'm really happy for them. They've just started going out and become a little more enjoy-till-I-die since the past few weeks. 

                              You know what,bhaiyya,we miss you. I, ma, pappa, even that rude old aunty on the 1st floor who used to keep telling you not to feed the cats blah blah, she too keeps asking about you! Huh :(

                          Well there's nothing much that is left to update you upon. I mean 2 mahine pehle what I'd told you about my music class,friends and all, it's pretty much the same. BTW I was thinking I could really use that old olive green jacket of yours. In the words of the great Maithili, it is "HAWT!" Haha, she really did have a crush on you, that crazy friend of mine. 

                       I guess that's it bro. I love you, soooooo much! And miss you even more. 

                                                                                                          Loads of hugs and kisses, 

                                                                                                                                                    Priya. "

She got down the bus and with an heart breakingly beautiful  smile, walked for about 15 minutes.

"Bhaiyyaaaaaaaa!!! Oh God, you have no clue how much I've missed you!!!" she said with a tear slowly running down.

She laid down the letter among the countless others that she had earlier, places new flowers on his grave, tied a rakhi to one of the flower stems and after whispering "I love you bhaiiyaa" she walked away.

We must strive hard, so hard that the generations to come know the word 'Cancer' as just another zodiac sign.

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I hope you brothers really do protect your lovely sisters and I hope all sisters got awesome gifts =D

 Happy Independence Day to Pakistan!! And as Hamza puts it in this post of his here,  "Ao iss saal hum dono apas mei dosti karlein! Ab Larai khatam kro, bus pyaar kro yar " 

Ayushi Di reading my post 'Dark Days' mentioned me in her overflowing with positivity post here. Thank you sooo much Di *tons of hugs* According to me, this is her BEST post! Made me miss him that much more!

Risha Di awarded me here .. Loook! I am there, 7th on the list :"> Thaanku diii ! >:D< This has been her BESTEST post :D. Every single thing written over there made me go "omg that is me. and oh,that too!" Aries Rule \m/

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