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what if?? i questioned self.. gets delivered a letter; to the same address filled with love and affection and I'm sure it won't make distraction. the time, I saw, shedding like feathers changing seasons with annually repeated weather trying to remember the face unseen since last December. Dearest Sister, i trust your eyes reading the inked the pages of my diary i wrote being on life's brink. the colored whites you would keep close confined to self and not to the world being taken out on the marked calendar dates when the years would roll over time and again." Pushkin Channan

"And on the life's last leg lying on the bed the room where docs try their level best curing the last stage and i know it wont help. the room covered by the whites proving no blessings in disguise. the fam of five that just arrived to hear the last voice. those teary eyes wishing to see me come alive to hear, 'he survived'. the life full of fights I say, 'I apologize' for I couldn't gift those beautiful smiles. my failures my success to judge me the world was right. being cremated the ashes of my burnt body and those pyre won't lie...." - Pushkin Channan

we fight cold wars leaving the scars and the marks on the long left untouched shores. with the verbal battles; we looked much more at ease. not disturbing the heart that 'now' was calm and serene. the priorities keep us apart though i know we'll always be connected at heart. the same city the different routes. i will someday sit with closed eyes and would wait for the convoy to pass through!!! remembering the night you disappeared; and your not looking back i feared. the absence gifted in return was weird maybe i return years later with some typical odd beard. my fights these days are more sincere and real as they become one of the medium of survival."

"and then I'll travel a new destination the same nation to balance the equation adding to another year of separation. the same occupation similar situation not the chosen destination. a new population; in capital of meditation 100 hours of recreation not the vacation away from the city's levels of frustration my heart, though, will suffer a dislocation..."

"keep her cold don't let her lose the hope turning old she might forget what you told she's a pure gold a heart that you would behold. she would stand bold against all the odds a gift of God that got nurtured in a heavenly abode... the one who knows no hatred only love that see the hate being eradicated grown up seeing her since childhood the fights and the gifts that made the early days more wonderful grown up now!!! the quarlles need a nod for allow a piece of heart that went far though an assurance of it being there even if i become a 'STAR'."

Summers 2017. weekdays time see you at half of an hour of 17. the regular coffee place that smile on the face best friends meet with hugs they greet. the same table chosen and that display of the emotions. the same order placed some coffee; and the added scoop of ice cream. sharing the unshared that over the period went unspoken. an hour passed in a second time to go home the homey's waiting. a heartfelt sorry from the host of the party you came so far just for an hour. the next time we see we'll meet with more power and for an extra hour..."

"childhood game of seek and hide where i seeked you always used to hide. not being caught a matter of pride!! a satisfaction deep inside sharing moments making memories curiosity satisfied. we grew sharing the life keeping aside daily fights our 'lifelines'. we both matured; and it seemed in no time. the evening you turned bride set to kickoff a new lifestyle. my heart cried not fearing your goodbye; but the last look until next 'Hi' maybe years down the line. the talks vanished the meets became matter of 'surprise'. different nests i deny to share the secrets. living along painted bricks they looked as gigantic human beings.