The Oberoi Hotel, New Delhi: Blending Business with Pleasure

The Oberoi Hotel, New Delhi: Blending Business with Pleasure

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words of a favourite song...

Tum hamare nahi to kya gam hai,
hum tumhare to hai yeh kya kam hai...
Muskura do zara khuda ke liye,
sham-e-mehfil mein roshni kam hai...
Ban gaya hai yeh zindagi ab to,
tujh se badkar hume tera gam hai...

Firsts...

• Your first pair of jeans
• My first red pendant
• A walk in the rain
• The first call to start the day
  
• The first kiss, the first touch
  
• Doodling ‘thingies’ on frosted windows
  
• Curling up my feet on your bed
• Fairy tales & ever-afters
• Blush
  
• Watching the pink hued sunrise
  
• A coffee together
• Feeling the breeze

And then some…

• Trading love for happiness
  
• Tears
  
• Holding back & letting go…
  

There never was one like you… there never will be…

Thanks...

So this has been long due. I just wanted to thank the one person who inspired me to re-start blogging.

Someone who asked me 2 months back if I blogged, then said “u will make a good blogger i feel”, and set me thinking… and blogging. She’s one of the very few who asks me regularly if I penned down something new, goes through each of my writings, painstakingly stops to put in a line or comment & actually likes what I write!

Of course she doesn’t know I am writing this about her & I so want to see her face when she reads this! :))

But for now, I just want to say ‘Thank You Raji for believing I could…’

Threads...

I am surprised… that years of togetherness can be packed into one small paper.

I am sitting by the window of the coffee shop, holding the last thread that binds us together. A forgotten promise; a sheet of translucent white paper with words scribbled; a photograph that I tear-and-join, again and again. And I think… of you, of the moments, of the life that went by.

There must be something about you, still, that even in a million faces, I can spot you just as easily, as I did earlier. Would you recognise me?

Today, I take some time for myself, to think, to feel, to relive what went by so fast. I love to think about you, about us, what was. The walks in the rain, a quick meal by the dhaba, a drive down the highway, a movie watched, a meal cooked, flowers left by my desk, the joy shared over something that went right & the tears shed when all went wrong, the comfort of holding your hand as I slept, the faith that you would be there when I woke up.

And then it broke, the magic that bound us together. The point of no return crossed. A choice that we made, long ago. I can’t hold your hand anymore, and waiting for you is out of the question.

I read the last note you left me, again; it says, “... I wanted to give you so much, and I tried...”, and I know you did... i just know it...