Sunday, November 25, 2012


She sets herself a task to write something. In the face of a seemingly insurmountable writer’s block, a difficult thing to do.

But the occasion cannot be missed. It’s a special day for someone and as is her wont, her best gift has always been a few well-written words.

What could she even write for a fellow writer?

So what would it be?

She sighs, thinking, reflecting back on the few months that had gone by without writing a word…

…had it not been for her dear, dear friend, wanting to see her revel in her expression, create art with those unusual words she loved to use.

That friend whose style was poles apart – so refreshing and original in its take, written straight from the heart.

She sighs yet again. This won’t do. She will not like it one bit.

Nevertheless, she wonders. Wonders and smiles at how things fall into place, how the most unlikely people end up befriending each other, only to be amazed at the similarities galore.

In a way, she does not and perhaps never will belong to her world – her world of innocence and childlike cheer. Of smiles and laughter, of Harry Porter and country music, of chocolate and 
doodling. Of simplicity and understanding.

Like a ray of sunshine in her dark, gloomy realm. I’m glad to have found her.

And so she settles on keeping it simple – her knack for elaborate, fancy prose has deserted her anyway.

Many happy returns of the day, my friend. May happiness and fulfillment find you always, so that you may never lose your smile. Remain the way you are, always. I’m glad I met you.

Unwittingly, she finds herself smiling as well.


Written for know who you are! Happy birthday! :)


  1. Rose,

    The wishes told have a depth of sincerity in seeing the said person happy.

    Take care

  2. I am speechless!
    u have no idea how much this means to me...
    "how the most unlikely people end up befriending each other, only to be amazed at the similarities galore"
    It really amazes me too. yet i know it wud hav been wrong, almost incomplete had i not met u, my friend, who is just like me but in a different world. And as for u not belonging to my world, well dear Rose, if u haven't already noticed, u r already a part of indispensable one!

    1. I'm glad you liked it - heavens know how trying it was for me to write this. The regard is likewise, my friend. :)

  3. good day for her...
    and you seem to have great friend in her..


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