ذهن (Zehn)

Dear Chotte, I am writing this to you out of sheer throwback. So there’s this app, timehop – tells you what you were upto on this present day.  It may sound a bit cheesy but it’s like waking up/starting your day with memories of the past; collects any activity shared over social media and posts it every day. Fun, no? Anyways, it does affect me. Today started off like just any other day, looking back at how time had hopped so quickly. Santosh first shared it, which made me share to the rest of the group. It got me a bit too nostalgic, hence the post. Last year around this time, we celebrated Rinku’s birthday by doing the midnight trek to Skandagiri over the weekend. 2013, Dudhsagar happened. And I will tell you why/how is it another special trek/travel for me. 2013 itself was one fantastic year in terms of travel - Kodachadri, Malvan, Delhi, Dudhsagar.  Karthik bhai had been planning Dudhsagar for over a year, it is quite a task to get permission from the authorities. And

Why is it that the mind is always on the lookout for an end? Why cannot we unlearn, sometimes? Do wounds thoroughly heal? Or is it just new skin that covers it up? Does love really set you free? Does it stitch up the scars? Do you completely let go? ---------- How would I know, what tying a thread on a brother’s wrist felt, or what it meant? Not just me, take Suchi for that matter. Or is that overrated too? Dear Brother, I need to know - Why did you never make an effort to bond with Suchi? Why have you made her live with that void, while she was only innocent and oblivious? Why did you deprive her of the brother-sister relationship/love? Unlike other relationships, we did not have to choose each other. Do you think you tried enough? Was distance the only excuse for the absence of love? No, I will not love you less. I just need answers. --------- Happy Rakshabandhan. Regards, Sister

Hello You!  Today, I shall write to you about this one friend. Why so special? You will know when you finish the letter. -----     I am not a fan of birthdays, you know it. But honestly, I guess I just do not like mine. Kyunki kisi bhi khaas dost ka janamdin manane mein mujhe bahut maza aata hai. No it’s not the cake smashing part, its just the effort and fun that goes in, to make them happy. One such person is this girl (yes, girl) Aonu; Anushya Choudhury, in short Anu. There is nothing I can physically do to keep her happy today, hence this post. And she came after you left, so you do not know her.  So Aonu. Some love her name and wonder how difficult could it be for one to pronounce a simple name of a person this beautiful, that she had to chop it half? The world would not just find it strange, but find it so hard to believe, how 2 people who are completely different, get along so well! We are poles apart in our communication; our tone of voices does not rea

Dear Chotte, Apologies for the silence and absence, after the first letter to you, I somehow did not want to share my feelings public. I could not gather things around me and pen them down, they just wouldn’t sound happy. Not that I am fine with it now, but like I said, how else do we talk? Thanks to a bunch of school friends for pushing me last night, I am back! Do understand and forgive me. ---- So, the other day, May 1 st , I was watching a few videos of Senna. You were on my mind the entire time. Remember how I’d just wait for you to switch on the TV so I could escape the Sunday shopping, while you would come back from playing, all sweaty? The videos reminded me of your love for sports. Illusion mode on - I have this assumption that there are categories of rooms in Heaven; like the ones who lose their lives in accidents have a separate one than the ones who take their own lives, etc. It does not make sense but let me live with the belief. So, have you met Senna there?!