Day 10 – Dear stranger

Note: I’ve been good in following the age old advice of ‘don’t talk to strangers’, but yeah. At some point in your life, you’ve got to right? How else would you make more friends? But writing a letter to someone you’ve never met…Hmm, interesting, to say the least!

Dear stranger,

When this said ‘Dear stranger’, I was stumped for a bit. What do you say to a person you don’t know?

The only reason you are a stranger to me is because I haven’t met you yet! I have too many people who can vouch for the fact that I don’t ever really shut up. So, I’m pretty certain once we meet, I’ll chatter away quite happily about anything under the sun!

I want you to know that I will always be there when you need a friend. Whether we talk everyday, or we go months on end without a word, I will be there when you need a listening ear and a comforting shoulder. Also, if you need to be told to grow a pair, I’ll do that too :P

I also want you to know that if I include you in different parts of my life, it’s because I want to. I want you to meet the other wonderful people in my life, and get to know the things that make me happy too. You’re more than welcome to say ‘no, thanks’ and walk away. I won’t hold it against you :)

I just ask for one thing. Just because I’m nice, doesn’t mean you can walk all over me. I have a good heart, but get on the wrong side of it, and you’ll just lose out on a stellar personality in your life. I know that sounds presumptuous, but it isn’t, really! It’s just building off of a belief that I have that if I don’t believe I’m amazing, no one else will.

Here’s to meeting you soon!



Day 6 — Dear relatives/family I’m fond of

Note: I’ve had a lot of trouble dealing with my extended family in general. Each one increasingly gave me reasons not to like them. Whether it’s their constant interference in my life (or that of my immediate family’s), or it’s their irreversible need to show off about how and why they perceive their families to be better…it was all unnecessary growing up. And it made me loathe them, for a while in my life. Then I realised it wasn’t worth my time and energy. So, I just focused on the select few that brought happiness to me. This is for them.

Dear relatives/family I’m fond of,

When I started this letter, I actually realised that there were not many people I’d write this to.

To start with, my grandmom. Probably the MOST amazing lady I’ve been blessed with. She’s been such a wonderful light in my life, shining happiness whenever I am around her. She has stuff to talk to me about that are about world happenings, local news and gossip, or just plain family stuff. But at the same time, if I wanted to ramble on about something, I know she’ll always be willing to listen to me. She is probably one of the most forward thinking of a lot of people in her age group from our culture, and for that I will forever be grateful. For the little quirks that come with it all, I love you!

Next, some of my wonderful family (though distant) in the US. Each one of you – N, K, Shu and Chi – and your parents have just been absolutely amazing people, for whatever time we have gotten to spend with each other. I cherish the fact that I have such inspirational people in my life to look up to, and to stand together with. Thank you, and I love you, for being such delightful people!

Next up, S. We’ve weathered a lot of storms (so to speak) with our respective families. And with those that inevitably connect us. I know I probably haven’t done you the justice of being your cousin sis in the past couple of years, but every time I see you, I realise that I don’t need to worry. Any number of years from now if and when I see you, it’ll be like barely any time has passed.

And finally, saving the best for last. My almost namesake, NK. I cannot believe we haven’t bonded before this. I feel like we were meant to be sisters forever, not just cousins. You’ve been my most shining exception of ‘I don’t hang out with my family much’, because you brought out a side in me I hadn’t had before – for any family member. You taught me to laugh at silly things, to joke about the trivial and mundane stuff that could get us down, and to smile more. Discovering and rediscovering random TV series’ with you is one of the most fun things EVER. You, missy, were also the reason I could get the parents to get on board about the tattoos, so I will be forever thankful for that! I love how you have seamlessly become a part of my friends’ circle too. You should know it is completely because you have a stellar personality, and there is barely any reason for people not to delight in your company. If they do, they’re not worth it in the first place! I want you to know that you mean the world to me, and I’d go to the moon and back for you if you asked me to :)

I end this here with a parting thought. There are people I’m related to in my life that I love, and there are people I tolerate. I don’t hate or despise anyone, because no one has given me a reason to. I may not like some of them from time to time, but then again, you can”t always like everyone, right? I’m just glad I’m allowed to interact with who I want, when I want. And I’m glad that I choose  to be happy, irrespective of which of these people chooses to be part of my life (or doesn’t).




Day 3 — Dear Mum and Dad

Dear Mum and Dad,

To start this off, I’d like to say…thank you. Yes, I don’t think I say that enough, but thank you for being the reason I came to exist in this world. And for encouraging two of my greatest passions – writing, and reading. And for being good to both, me and my brother. We may not tell you this, but you should know we love you. A special thanks, just for the library you’ve given me through all the years of my life! You don’t know the joy it has given me!

Mum (or the countless other random names I come up with for you). You are the reason I’ve come to love reading. You have inspired me to be the best version of myself, as you have inspired the innumerable children you have taught. You being a teacher has instilled in me my tendency to want to help people. I probably take it to a whole new level because, well, sometimes I try to help even those that others say can’t be helped.
Our relationship as mother and daughter has been through a lot, and over the years we began living in India, we realised we could be friends too. Talking to you about things that are on my mind, listening to things that are on yours…And trying to give you my point of view through it. Not many people are lucky enough to have that. But, on the other hand, as time goes by, a part of me really wishes you see the changes in me. About life, love, and things that matter to me. I can’t talk to you about them, because they do not match your point of view. Hopefully, someday, this will change. If not, you will (I hope) take it to be a part of the woman I have become, not the little girl you used to know :)

Dad/ Pops/ Acha…You have been a wonderful man to me. Cherished my presence and gave true meaning to the phrase Daddy’s little girl. I have been a social butterfly throughout my life thanks to you. You taught me the importance of friendship, and keeping bonds strong no matter what. You saw potential in some things I said and did, and for that I shall always be grateful. But, on the other hand, you haven’t been that generous with my brother. He deserves more, and one day you will see what I see in him too. Hopefully the long conversations I have with you, fiercely defending him, will have an impact!
I know you hope for certain things for us, and at some point, if they are meant to be – they will be. Just keep the faith :)

To both of you. Whatever differences we all have had, I’m still glad to have you both in my life. We may be dysfunctional in a lot of ways, but we’re learning to work with that. No one knows for sure how dysfunctional we really are, and that is saying something :) We will make it through whatever it is, I hope.

Also, I have some strong views about some things, I know. But that is solely because I am my own person. Whether you agree with them or not, I need to be able to make my own mistakes, so I can learn from them on my own. I genuinely love you both, and I have no reason or intention to hurt you. If I do, I apologise. But I will make my path in life, on my own two feet. And you both shall see, you will have a reason (or many) to be proud of me.




Halos or Horns..what are you hiding?


I believe in angels. Always have, always will. Not the white-robe wearing kind, or the kind that go ‘Hello Charlie’…nope, not even the beautiful ones that walk down the runway to strut their stuff for a certain lingerie brand =P Though I have to say, all the ones I just mentioned are a pretty awesome representation of what angels could be ^_^

Anyways, getting back to the point…what I believe is that every single person has their own band of angels. Whether it’s 2 or 200, it depends on the person really. But if you look close enough, you’ll be able to figure out who yours were. They don’t have to be the ones that do only good things in life, or the pious kinds or any of that. They’re usually the ones that help you get out of a dark place in your existence. When you’re scared, angry, upset, terrified, frustrated…Or just the ones you can talk to when all you need is a comforting hug and someone to listen.

If the number of angels you had depended on the number of people that you called friends, I’d have a huge number! Probably lucky enough to have hundreds! But going by what I believe, I still think I have a handful of them, so I’ve got the good stuff for sure =)

I had a close friend call me an angel one day. A lot of them do that, time to time, but this one said something a little different too. He said it was hard to find people like me in this world; I was apparently too nice for the world we live in…I couldn’t understand where he was coming from, but when a few more people said it in different contexts, I’m beginning to see it.

We live in a world where being nice for the heck of it, doing good because you want to, being a supportive friend to random people…all these things are judged more often than not. Judged from the point where you are nice because you want something, because you have some ulterior motives. Having a giving personality isn’t believable anymore. And personally, I think that’s just sad. Not lame sad, but sad sad. After all, the world could do with a few more nice people. There’s enough shit happening without the added downfall of being judged for being nice.

I like to help. And I will continue to, as long as I can. Haters can judge, for all I care. Maybe some day, people will stop judging the nice people. Hell, maybe they’ll stop judging, period.

Someday. Hopefully in this lifetime. But yeah. Someday.