Day 183/366

I held her hand as tightly as I could. I knew it was hurting her slightly when I saw her face but I couldn't get myself to let go. She was the best person I had ever met in life. And luckily for me, she'd also been the same person who had brought me into this world.

I hate airports. And I hate partings. Put the two together and you have a girl who you used to cry often enough to get her the name 'crybaby'. One fine day, that girl woke up and discovered that she had cried too much in life and that the tears just wouldn't flow anymore. As she rejoiced, no tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks. She was quite pleased with this little development in her previously unnecessarily tear-filled life.

A few months later, she was writing a long email to her mother. She was homesick. missed playing Ma's favorite song for her to fall asleep to. She sat listening closely to the harmonies take her into a dreamlike world where she was back in her own home hugging the lady she was thinking so fondly of. Almost as if out of thin air, sobs spaced by sniffles filled the still air in the room.

That night, she cried herself to sleep with a smile spread across her face.

133/366

I watched her frantic movements - sweeping the room clumsily, trying on a hundred different outfits and asking for opinions, fixing the rice lights and checking every ten minutes to see if they were still working fine. She liked him a lot. That was a little too apparent. And he was going away.

Life or Fate, whatever people wished to call it, had laid out a path for them both where there were no intersections. This was the last time she would see him.

She knew that by the end of the evening, she would have to say the words and accept the fact that she'd been running away from so far. The goodbye had to be perfect.

The bell rang. Spraying on some perfume, she gulped down the glass of whiskey. This was it, she told herself. She opened the door to find a note stuck to the door. He couldn't do it. It was the imperfect goodbye that never did happen. Just another chapter of her life without a happy ending. And in this case, an end without the ending.

112/366

I hate that I like you,
I hate that you know
I know we didn't work out
But it's hard to let go.

A silly little poem,
With a dull rhyming scheme
Will never speak volumes
Of how I really feel.

I write to gain closure,
I want this shit to end.
You've made it easier for me
By not being there as a friend.

I thank you for the memories,
Though most of them weren't so great,
Please don't keep in touch with me,
I'm learning to love, not hate.

Day 111/366

A farewell bid to batch 2012,
Like prisoners released from jail
With photo shoots and free food
I'm glad I live to tell this tale.

We won the Nirma Award,
And walked the red carpet
The juniors put up a great show
And really made us feel special.

No drama, tears or torn feelings,
Only a night of laughs and fun
I'll miss this place when I do leave
But the realization hasn't yet dawned.