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Friendly Addiction: Unlimited Interactions

  In life, we get all kinds of friends, some close, some closer, some strangers, some travelers. In my experience, at one point in my life, I had more than 500 friends, during my school days back in Carmel Convent School, Hamirpur, Rourkela. My parents would constantly see me getting phone calls, and visitors independent of their demographics.      My father would smile and say, "Jenny, are you an IAS officer?, that you get so many calls in a day?" . I used to laugh in response and say, "Paa, they all want me to solve their problems, and I love the attention".     How did this happen?, it didn't happen when I started school, trust me, I was really shy, hardly talking and surprisingly even my teachers in kindergarten had escalated issues, stating that I don't even show classwork to teachers during the class. I was the youngest, in my father's family and I had a total of 6 elder cousins to look upto, including my elder brother. When I started school...

A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again
Without you...
I sat with pain again
Without you..
I wish you were there
I wish to get back your stare
I wish to share some words
How I wished to look out of the window
the same way as yesterday..

This journey that I start again
Without you...
This journey that I pause more often
Without you...
As there is no one to put a hand on
My shoulder of disdain..
As there is no one to just make a 
Harmless gesture of being insane..
How I wished to sip that cup of tea with
a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free..

*Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together...
*picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.

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