A letter to No One.

Dear You,

I'd tell you all about the beauty of the people in my life but words are too ordinary for that. 

I've been missing alot of things lately. Like the time I wore a red gown for the first time and I couldn't figure out how to tie it so that it stayed in place. Or the sleepy sound of the music teacher trying to get us to sing those high notes and us collectively failing at it so the whole room vibrated with a dozen of off key voices. And the occasional screech of the chalk across the board and the whole class hissing with annoyance. Or the times when the tubelights went off and the fans suddenly suddenly stopped (thanks to KESC) and how everyone let out a loud, "Aww!" - knowingly irritating the teacher. Or staying back on Fridays and jotting down minutes of the meeting. And most of all, standing alone on the second floor corridor every Thursday morning, in full view of the grounds I spent most of my childhood in.  

Fate is strange. Just when you're sure of grabbing hold of an opportunity, it quietly slips away like a stranger. But who am I to question the work of my God. 

Now, I'm a girl in a white uniform, not grey; with a dupatta, not a 'V'. I try not to get my hopes up most of the times and when you're expecting the worst, the reality is always much better. So on Friday, in I.T. class, I laughed with a bunch of people I think I can now call friends. I think that's pretty amazing.

I don't think perfection exists. In all that is related to being human, atleast. So there's a piece of a puzzle that does not fit. We try and we try and we go looking for it but nothing fits. I hope I find the piece soon.

And I wish I could take up being a best friend as a full time job.

Thanks for listening,

Me.