The
comfort of the creamy curd rice
Rolling
on the floor , watching TV
Using
Laika as my squishy pillow
Sleeping
through life
And
moving in my own jolly pace
Reminiscing
about a happier childhood
With
the same bunch of friends ,
Dipping
Fries on cheese
Unbothered
about kilos and hours
Driving
on my scooty ,
Wind
washing away my starting jitters ,
Sitting
with my special friend on the cool mud
Of
my Bessie beach ,
And
trying to tell him that
The
Big Things in Life are actually Very Small
The
montage that passes through your eyes
Before
any nerve wracking moment is
A
Random rhapsody of your lived moments ,
So
live your life friend
Like
the waves before us
Rise
and crash and touch some lives ~
Mistakes
make great stories
Worry
only about being true to your self.
He
smiled a quiet smile
Placed
his hands behind my head
Leaned
forward
And
shut my mouth in his style
What
was I saying again?
