Tag: Friendship

A Letter…Day 6

A new day, a new task. My task for today is to write a letter to someone… anyone.

Can’t remember when I actually wrote an actual letter to someone, it has been such a long time. With emails..and now WhatsApp along with other faster ways of sending messages to one another, letters have taken a backseat.

The letter below might not qualify to be a letter…letter types but I’ll try to do justice to let the emotion flow like I would otherwise do on a normal letter.

I’m gonna write a letter to one of my best friends…15 years and counting. 2 different states, speak different languages (English being the common one) love different things, and yet we always find things that bring us together – Love for Goa, Ice-cream, chouris pau, chops and conversation and the fact that I secretly like her too – and she knows that 😉 Women sense these things very quickly 😉

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Dear Best Friend,

I love you so much. Probably the bravest sentence I’ve ever written to you, to start a letter with. We’ve practically known each other for half of our lives and though we talk to each other once in a while and communicate on WhatsApp, it’s never quite enough.  So yeah writing a letter to you here, one friend to another.

15 years it has been knowing you… that has been some length of time, how aren’t we married to each other by now? You must be thinking.. not again, another one of Savio’s cheesy letters. I’m going to try to keep it as normal as it can get-I promise. But wait! that wouldn’t be me, it wouldn’t be ‘my’ letter, now would it? My letters always have extra cheese toppings on it. 

Talking about toppings, ordered an extra large pizza for the family yesterday, I’d have kept you a piece but pizza needs to be finished at the earliest, considering Pune is 8 hours away, I couldn’t take that risk. When you’re down next we’ll have one pizza all for ourselves, the way you like it. Also, I have been reading Chetan Bhagat’s ‘One Indian Girl’, I know how much you hate the guy and his novels… will send you my personal copy for you to read, its only one Indian girl after all. 

I’m just sitting here and I’m like what to write next – WhatsApp has really screwed up my ability to write longer sentences and extend sentences to paragraphs. I’m gonna wrap this up now, apply gum on it and get it to the nearest post office to find its way over to you…and since you know, I always do my writing with music on, the current song playing on the computer is ‘Hold On’ by Ananya Birla… 

I’m no longer holding on to this letter though… will message you soon (considering we would have messaged a few hundred messages by the time this letter reaches you) lol.

Miss you,

Love,

Savio

I used to write little letters to my mum, dad, and sister when I was small. While I might have started writing very early in age, it was more of writing the way I talk, than actually writing a letter, which demands a different format (or at least that is what my teachers told me back in school) To me writing a letter was always about creating a connection between the one writing and the one reading… that is how I go about writing letters. Its all about the reader imagining me standing there in front of her and speaking directly.

 

When Inspiration strikes..

..and then when I met her, I gave her the warmest hug and kissed her. If passion could be shown in a 1 minute clip, this had to be it. It was hungry, it was slow, it was passionate, it felt so natural it seemed so right ..and it lasted for one whole minute, that was 60 seconds of an out-of-this-world experience. It didn’t even matter that they were standing in front of a church entrance

But wait! He doesn’t do that kind of thing! At least not until now, he hadn’t.

Was he just caught in the moment? She knew he always had strong feelings for her and probably seeing her after a really long time, triggered in him, a way to express it in some way to her.

It was not like they were lovers or anything, best friends at best..that kiss however had changed that equation a bit or a lot- you’d think.

It would have to be the longest 2 minutes post-kiss, both of them not really sure how to react to what had just transpired between them. It was clear that he had feelings for her, but did she have the same for him too? The fact that she went ahead with the kiss, would suggest that.. but then again she wasn’t one to pull out of a kiss if initiated – who even does that nowadays?

“Ice-cream?” he finally said something. He thought she’d like that and besides he had read somewhere that ‘kissing makes one hungry’. To be fair, it wasn’t the longest kiss..but then there’s never a wrong time for Ice cream..is there!?


A fleeting thought, a memory flash.. Sometimes one person, one moment is enough to act as an inspiration to come up with a few lines.

You never know when Inspiration will strike..and when it happens, there’s nothing quite like the rush of finding the flow..

Pen pals ‘2’ best friends

It may sound really weird now but ‘Pen-Pals’ was a thing in the good ol’ days of the 90’s and early 2000’s, and it was actually fun writing letters across states and countries, making friends and eventually hoping to meet them one day, days when mobile phones weren’t the cheapest for everyone to own one, land line phones were still very much in vogue. https://i0.wp.com/www.anthonyteacher.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/penpals.jpg?resize=88%2C66

I used to write little letters to mum and dad when I was small, but this would have to be ‘My first ever letter’ that actually went out of the house, into a post box and to another address. I wrote pretty long letters, (guess even back then, I had lots to say) as long as my letters were, the more quickly and interesting her replies came back. From our dreams we had in the future to her daily morning walks with her neighbors dog, we shared a lot across letters back and forth. You’d think over a few years, our story could end up making a good script for a Bollywood film, of how boy-n-girl exchange letters, meet after few years, fall in love, get married and live happily ever after.

That’s what Bollywood has taught us over the years, hasn’t it; the Real life of course is much different from the Reel life.

There comes a time in every guy’s life, when he has to make the important decision of whether to choose friendship over love or vice versa, especially with friends of the opposite sex. While some are daring enough to go ahead and chose Love over Friendship, most guys would resort to keeping the real feeling inside and be the best friend they could possibly be to her because telling her you love her, you might lose her all together, let alone love, she wouldn’t even want to be your friend. To think of it, I wonder if that is really the case. Do girls actually behave that way, or is it just the male way of thinking?

It’s been a whole 17 odd years that we’ve been great friends. No, she didn’t Friend Zone me, nor did I take that step to tell her what I felt. There would be times, that I thought, maybe I wanted her to be more than a friend, but the truth was, she was always going to be one of my best friends and even after all these years, she still very much is. Sometimes, two people of the opposite sex can be the best of friends and yet be totally cool with each other, and to think of how even the mention of Love could probably have ruined everything, if thrown in the mix.

While even today, she travels around the globe, following her passion, doing things she loves and on the other side myself, more the home bound, not too far away from family, living the simple-life kind of person.

We sometimes catch up on chat and share memories of the ‘once upon a times’, the letters we used to write, the paths we took n how much life has changed and little else.

I know she can never be too far away, for she has promised to sing a solo (Did I mention, she’s a pretty good singer?) on my wedding day. (talk of an advance booking) 😛😛

I’d probably send her the text of this blog post, I’m sure she’ll have something corny to say about it.

She’s Crystal Coelho crys.jpg and the child in me back then though, she was related to Paulo Coelho (the famous International author) 😛 and I think I actually asked her too 😛

This post takes me down memory lane.. right back to 23rd March 2001 😛 when I received her first letter. I still have it, kept in a safe place.

‘place’ of birth

“I’m Goan”

“No you’re not..you were born in Kolkata”

“I’m still Goan”

“That is ridiculous, your birth certificate clearly shows – Place of Birth is Kolkata”

“I was conceived in Goa”

“O’ Boy! Then in that case, I should be an employee of the Indian Railways”

“Really? Which train?” 😜😝

Indian Railways – Bringing people together 

Btw another favorite movie of mine ‘Jab we met’

Yes people, love does happen on Indian train journeys. An Indian train journey is just not about getting you from one place to another, its meeting people, sharing food, making new friends and falling in love too. #FrequentTraveller

What is Prayer?

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Prayer doesn’t just happen when we kneel or put hands together and focus and expect things from God

Instead…

Thinking positive and wishing good for othersThat is Prayer

When you hug a friend That’s a Prayer

When you cook something to nourish family & friends That’s a prayer

When we send off our near & dear ones and say ‘Drive safely’ or ‘Be safe’That’s a prayer

When you are helping someone in need by giving your time and energy You are praying

Praying is a Vibration – A feeling – A thought

Prayer is the voice of love, friendship, genuine relationships.