Confession 2: “I Hurt A Friend”


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Hi, Diwa.
Hope you’re fine.
I’m *******, and there’s a confession I need to make. It was all my fault, I am repenting so much, but I hope others can learn from my story. Thanks for hearing me out.
So there’s this friend of mine, let’s call her SB. She is a good friend, but she’s immature and stupid, and there are a few things I don’t really appreciate about her. Due to some reasons, I can’t cut ties with her.
I don’t really point out someone’s flaws until they’re a close friend, that’s why, (I hate to admit, but the truth surely bites) I used to talk about her behind her back. I know, I mean, everyone does that, but today I realized how wrong I was to do this. I had b***hed about her on chat with a friend, and today I left my phone with her for a moment. She read my messages. She read all the chats. And then came along the usual drama, which I hated. I deeply felt hurt. I regretted, but now things are sorta complicated. I usually stay on the good side, which is why I feel so bad about my actions. She’s really mad. I don’t think it will go away until a very long time. I don’t want to lose her.
I don’t know why my confession is this incident. I have a lot of problems, but my confession is this. For some reason. I think I really bonded with SB. You’re free to reject this. I just needed you to hear me out. Thanks for reading my childish and silly story :).
Love,
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“Poetry With You”


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Penning down poetry with you,
That’s something I really miss.
The way we just jotted down,
The many things we talked about.

Writing anything for each other,
From love to poverty to politics;
Then, back again, to love.
The spontaneity and harmony,
With which we created write-ups.

Painting pictures with words–
Be it flowery, simple, fancy, or dark.
The fact that I knew you’d get it,
Anything I chose to use or say.

I loved that we had
The same train of thought–
I could use figures of speech,
And I knew, you’d see through it.
Most times, you did.

Sometimes, you didn’t get my meaning,
And I loved those moments, too.
Those were the times, you’d ask–
Ask away, you did, and I’d laugh.

I used to goad you into discovering,
What I meant–what I wanted to mean–
A word, a line, a stanza.
Sometimes, I had to explain
The whole thing.

But then, you’d make poetry, too.
Each day was full of poems for me.
Why did that even stop, anyway?
Why did we allow it to end?

What I really want, to say, is this:
I miss you and yes, I remember you.
I recall the endless discussions–
The steady flow of input-output
Between you and me.

Although, words are superfluous.
Nothing can, ever, fully enunciate
What was really lost,
The day I lost your love.

Because, I lost more than love.
I also lost my friend–
The dear friend I had, in you.

©Diwa

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“A Letter to Sweta Sagarika, My Best Friend Forever”


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Written by Pratik Pandya.
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Dearest Tsunami,

Yes! I am never going to stop calling you that.

I still remember when you came to my house for the first time; we were in standard 7. Though I used your notes since we were in 5th, but we actually became friends after I shifted near your house in Satyanagar.

This letter is to thank you.

Thank you yaar, for those rides on your scooty, for your notes, for listening to my poor jokes, for singing with me, for the hot chocolate and coffee and custard and a lot of things we ate together, for letting me have your seat in school bus, for that little push everytime, for teaching me English (God knows I would never had understood the language), for giving me lectures in standard 10 (in social studies), for scolding me for not studying and making me get through the Matric (I remember you came to my place at 6 in the morning to tell me that I cleared the Matric).

Thank you for making me a part of your life, for telling me something with your ‘pata hai, pata hai, pata hai?’, for those chats on your terrace, for those moments when we laughed at our silly notions, laughed when people stared at us when I sat behind you while going to DM Tutorials and we stared them back and all those infinite moments…

Thank you for everything that you did for me, for being there for me everytime, for making me understand what unconditional friendship is, for being my best friend forever…

Thank you for the wonderful, beautiful 17 years of our friendship…

I know I don’t talk to you much, I am not the talking types; of course you know that. But I miss you, remember you everyday.And I pray everyday for you, your life and for our friendship…

Lots and lots of love and hugs…

Your not so wonderful friend
Pratik

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“You’re My Home”


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you know why i keep teasing you?
or, why i can’t stop irritating you?
or, even why i’m always around you?
it isn’t because i’m childish,
needy
immature,
or naughty.
you know i’m more than that.
i simply like you.
with you, i can be myself.
i can be anything with you.
i’m comfortable with you.
i don’t have to be anyone else.
you allow me to be me.
i’m happy.
i’m free.
i know i can trust you.
you’re my solace.
you’re my home.

–Diwa

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“Love Is Giving”


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although, they say he’s fine;
you know he isn’t–so, why pretend?
you know him well.
so, you can tell that losing
has never been his strongest point.
if you were to lessen your pride
and see the truth for once;
you’ll realize the fact
that he, like you, is human, too.
with that said, you need to accept
that he can be hurting–just like, you do.
now, does your pride matter more
than the knowledge that you can also
help soothe his pain?
you say you love him, so prove that now.
he needs a friend and not a foe.
forego your pain, for now.
be his friend–and do it well.
you love him, so that’s what it means.
loving is giving, despite the pain.

–Diwa

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“Come With Me”


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come with me.
hold my hand in yours.
we’ve got some time to squander.
let’s find something to remember.

stay close, don’t wander far.
you know i get scared of the dark.
your touch will make me safe;
as we tread this vast cavernous place.

do you hear the whispers set in tune?
don’t let go–i feel the gloom.
the voices seem so near us.
they make me want to run so fast.

i’m tired and thirsty.
i don’t think it’s worthy,
to continue delving into this realm.
time is up–let’s leave this scary dream.

–Diwa

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