Miles Away..

“Wait. You reside in that building next to Reliance?”


“My building’s just opposite to that. I guess we’re kinda like… neighbours then!”

That’s when it all began. The first day of tenth grade and I had discovered he lived right across the street!

So every day,at six thirty in the morning-when the sun was still under it’s blanket of clouds-we awaited each other’s arrival; our eyes craving some more sleep.Together we dragged ourselves to school, arrived late but rarely got penalised for it. He did ditch me on a few occasions though, but that was all okay.Girls do take a lot of time to get dressed,I was no exception.

After long,tiring days at school,when school bell gave us the permission to leave, we stealthily snuck out of school- to avoid those assumption making individuals- and travelled home, lost in our own world. He listened to me blabber on and on about my celebrity crushes with breath taking physiques and my imaginary husband, Jay Sean. I listened quietly while he told me about his obsession with Chelsea(the football club) and it’s legendary players.

Our conversations continued on Hike messenger which transformed into late night phone calls soon enough.Talking about our past, laughing about the embarrassing moments of our lives,planning day-outs, calling each other silly names- our conversations were endless! On some dark and lonely nights,I made calls to him and cried my heart out.Instead of slamming the phone,he remained,consoling me and reminding me that every cloud has a silver lining.His sense of humour and extremely high sarcasm levels ensured the smile on my face remained even when my eyes were red and swollen.

Together,we watched several movies,even ones that were too torturous to endure (i.e Man of Steel).We made several journeys in the overcrowded Mumbai Local; our bodies swaying to the beats of the train. I dragged him into girly stores on various occasions out of which he ran like a rocket on fire.We sat on dirty pavements under the dark, starless sky talking about all the things life threw at us.We took long walks on roads with muddy puddles monsoon brought along with it; our minds constantly plotting ways to push each other into them. I did succeed several times, although the ratio does not lie in my favour.

Wherever we went, heads turned, as if questioning our relationship.We didn’t care.We knew what we were.There was no need for justification.

They are absolutely correct when they say time flies.

Time flew and it flew fast.

Now my best friend and I are distanced by six thousand two hundred and twenty four long miles.Our conversations have gone from Hike to Whatsapp and phone calls to longer phone calls.Skype and Viber are now built-in applications in our new selves.

Time flew and now he’s turning eighteen and I’m not there to irritate him.
He’s turning eighteen and I’m not there to persuade him into taking me out to a restaurant for a birthday treat.

He’s turning eighteen and I’m sitting here typing this as this is all I have to give to him on his special day.

Let’s hope he likes it! 🙂 *fingerscrossed*

Ps. Apologies for any grammatical errors.As they say in Hindi “Shabdo pe mat jaao,bhavnao ko samjho”




“Oh that fatty? No thanks.I’d rather be single my whole life”

“My gosh! Did you notice the pimples on his face?”

“She is one of those boring girls dude.Dekh na,Chashmish hai

These are just examples of the kind of nonsense I hear almost everyday.And it is this, that has many a times,got me to wonder that perhaps,if I also began waxing my long sideburns and getting facials every week for “glowing skin”, people would stop judging me too.

Thank goodness,I manage to chuck these absurd thoughts out of my already cluttered head soon enough.

However,there are few unfortunate souls,who get compelled into changing themselves due to these rude,judgemental comments.

Lately I read several articles about men going under the knife to gain Hritik Roshan’s unnatural physique because their judgemental wives aren’t satisfied by the little things they do to express their love.Some women are forced by this disapproving world to go through expensive, time consuming and horribly painful procedures of Liposuction and plastic surgeries.The list does not end here though.They undergo laser treatments for sideburns removal,upper lip hair removal,Botox sessions so on and so forth.Icing to the cake are men who have to go through chest hair removal treatments because their girlfriends don’t like it.Huff!

Why? Why do you require this? To impress a world in abundance of individuals who will always pick out your shortcomings?

You try to fit in a world where you are assumed to be “ugly” because you are dark skinned or because you are a girl with some facial/body hair and you refuse to spend unnecessary hours in parlours every day.You try to fit in a world where your ‘non-anorexic’ figure lands you in the ‘Fatty’ category; where no one stops and takes a look inside your beautiful heart; where no one ceases to fall in love with your personality.WHY?

You try to fit in a world where fair skinned people are classified as good looking; where your spectacles make you a ‘geek’ and completely unattractive; where make-up has taken over to churn out plastic dolls.You try to be wanted by people who will judge you and push you down because you choose not to do what they are doing to earn those ‘profile picture likes’; people who don’t stop to read the fantastic poems you write,or watch you dance or witness how good of a singer you are.

So,do something else instead?

Wake up to bright mornings and say- “Chuck the world.I am perfect the way I am”. Believe in yourself,love the way God created you,and soon the world would be at your feet.

And if you ever feel low and the urge arises to alter yourself just for the sake of being liked by others-who are not at all perfect either- just remember Bruno Mars’s words…

“You’re amazing,just the way you are” 🙂