Left Unsaid..

"I say this for the last time, everything has to be just right!" Sarah warned the caterers. "It is a big day and nothing shall ruin it!" James's wedding grew nearer and being his best bud, Sarah was ready to die to make it perfect. 

Sarah knew James since the very first days of their school. Her first memory of him went a long way back in time, to those of the kindergarten days. Like two peas in a pod, Sarah and James grew up playing hide and seek and bonding like nothing could ever part them.

                Time flew by and they started college, though not together for the very first time. James went to the theatres and Sarah chose the management stream. "Why, parting ways must not mean losing friendship," they consoled each other and went on with their lives. Sarah got busy with studies and James too, with his lessons. 

They often talked about their daydreams, their deepest desires. "Wealth can be gained anyhow. Finding my soul-mate will always be more important to me.. Don't you agree?" James asked Sarah one day.
"Hogwash," She rolled her eyes. "I choose not to let my heart take over my brain, so I think otherwise." she pondered thoughtfully. "Work and a good position will always remain my priority." she said.

"Not again, Sarah, NO! When will you ever learn? Your work and earnings just cannot make you complete!" James insisted. "You will find contentment only when, after a long, tiring 

day; you find your head resting peacefully on someone's shoulders.. Don't you realize, Love IS the key to a content soul.." he moaned. "Oh Sarah, when.. when will you ever learn?"

But their views never changed and the days passed by. 

"You will never believe, I proposed to her today!" Chirped an excited James over the telephone, letting his nearest gal-pal know about his newly found love. "That's brilliant, tell me everything!  I just can't wait to see her.." Sarah beamed. She couldn't be happier to see her closest mate living his dream.

 Days passed by and one day James met Sarah to confirm the wedding date. "Its all little unnerving.. will everything go well? How am I going to manage all the arrangements? The food, the invitations, the vows.. How indeed, how?" he whispered in an anxious voice. "Why do you worry when I'm always there to help?" soothed Sarah. She meant it. Her oldest mate had found his reason to be.  How, after all, could she not strive to help?

The wedding day came. Everything was perfect while James stood at the altar, watching the love of his life walking down the aisle. 

Applauding with their family, Sarah watched them take the vows.

A silent tear dropped down her cheek, as she watched them kiss. 

"..Love HAS always been the key," she wept to herself. "Why, James...why... why didn't you ever learn?..." 

The story of Samuel the scared

"NO, NO, NO, NO!! Why don't you understand! The Earth is round! R.o.u.n.d.!" said Christopher Baba Columbus to his friend Samuel the Stubborn. "I am knowing this because I've been around it!"
"Rubbish!" said our Samuel [here, Mister Christopher suffered a mild heart attack]. "So long as my soup doesn't spill from its bowl, I shall continue believing the Earth to be flat, thank you." And continued he, munching on his apple pie.
Until the day he decided to take a night-time stroll to the edge of the earth after a particularly heavy meal. That day changed everything for Samuel the Stubborn and he went to being called Samuel the Scared for the rest of his life.

But this story is about Samuel the Stubborn and not Samuel the Scared.

"You must never invest too much of affection and hope in any relationship, for You are not strong enough to deal with the ruins, lest it falls." Samuel was told by a person much beloved to him. Incidentally, since he was stubborn, he just disregarded the advice and went on loving his friends, unconditionally.
Thomas was a new friend Samuel made one day. Days changed to months and years and Samuel did not realise how Thomas became his best friend. He shared all his secrets with Thomas  [whom he called Tom, when tipsy with all the ale]. Ale, and girls and his favourite apple pie, they bonded over. Thomas was the person who understood him the best, he said to his beloved advisor. "Why, I think he indeed is my closest friend. And so it shall be forever!"

A year later, Samuel was sitting at his mahogany desk, his nib shivering, as he wrote about the wounds of his heart. The advisor was silent. Thomas no longer drank ale with Samuel. He went horse riding with Regulus, who claimed to care about Thomas the most. 'Tom' and 'Reg' enjoyed a lot. Samuel never bothered to argue, for he knew nothing would affect his companionship with dear ol' Tom.

His dear ol' Tom.
Like his dear ol' Earth.

How wrong he was then. How wrong he is now.
He is Samuel the Scared.

I am Samuel the Scared.

Unannounced guests

An unexpected visit from a cat and her 3 cute little kittens on an exceptionally ordinary Saturday evening has quite literally made my week.. it's amazing how these little creatures can bring u smiles, despite of all your tensions :) i guess our veranda is turning out to be some kind of adventurous forest for them! they keep climbing on the plants and wandering in the trash.. these fellas keep running away, but here's an attempt to capture them in these clicks.. It's not like I'm a cat-person in specific.. I just happen to like cats, dogs and all the other lot that can be tamed! 

Better with you :)

Compaions

The mama!

Curious Creatures

Daydreamer?

I've no idea why cats are always associated with crazy men like Argus Filch and Peter MacDougall. I personally find them just adorable!

Playing hide and seek, are we?

Mamma's boy

It melts my heart when this little fella climbs up my lap and cuddles for a while. A totally "aww" moment!  It doesn't matter to me if he's black or white.. guess some things are just supposed to be felt by heart rather than eyes, aren't they?

a solitary note

Solitude is peaceful.
Solitude is blissful.
Solitude means no pretence.
Solitude is my essence..
Solitude is probably one's social life's biggest foe!
Yet solitude is some times, the only way to go...

foreword?

                                  I am still not sure why I always hated the ideas like keeping a personal diary or blogging so much. Those three words- "read my blog" always seemed so wanna-be to me, somehow. Perhaps things get complicated when you have always been too anxious when it comes to allow people to break into your thoughts... But sometimes it becomes just plain necessary to give a platform to those unheard voices. (If you don't want to lose your sanity, that is.) Especially if you happen to be an introvert and skeptical whether people will be able to understand you or not.
                                      I am unsure, which one I prefer better- solitude or companionship.   I am unsure, Even today , if I can be myself without any pretence, in anyone's company- without thinking how they might judge me. The mind gets all fogged up sometimes, this is for those times when your inner eye can't see properly through that blurry mind.. So I'm simply going to write my 'heart' out (yes, I happen to be cheesy at times :D ) as my monologue..  You can't be scared FOREVER after all, right?