Chatting with my chummy friend keeps me going throughout the day. We stay connected all day long letting each other know the simplest of things. I enjoy fighting with him for silly things and feel happy when he lets me know at the end of the day what I mean to him despite all the pranks I do. Isn’t it nice when you have someone who tries to make sense out of what ever crap you speak and still thinks you are among the sensible lot. I am lucky to have one such pal with me. What more can any girl ask for?

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I personally feel the “Cell phone” is the best invention so far in history. It keeps me connected to my own private world all the time. I love chatting and I am a music freak.

So it’s the cell phone that keeps me going through out the day. Any thought that gushes into my mind, at any time of the day, I can easily convey it to whosoever in the world.

It is indeed a boon and also makes me feel nice to know that I possess something that helps me communicate across to my loved ones almost in no time.

My past is scary. I would never even travel back in time to a good day. A good day, once it has passed, is like a pressed flower in a book. It’s lovely to look at, but flat and one dimensional. The past is done and flat like a smile in a fading photograph. The future is like a beckoning open door. It might not be as nice as the past sometimes, but it is new. I am all for the new. I have messed up the past. Maybe the future is the harvest of all my dreams and hopes. Maybe my future is made of courage. Maybe I will stop being a coward. Maybe people will value me in the future.

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If I could confront anyone from my past, it would be my father. I lost him when I was preoccupied with my children as a young mum. I was upset, yes. But I did not have the leisure to grieve for him. I guess I pushed his memory down. I never cried. Yet whenever I am most upset, even though he has been gone twenty one years, he still comes to me in my dreams and I always see him sick but smiling; dead but alive. I want to confront him and say please don’t think I did not value you. I do. Please live inside me. Don’t go.