Dear, person who is there to listen
I'm sure in your group of friends you are the one who always listens to their anecdotes capturing each and every emotion they express and absorbing it not just for the sake of hearing but by truly listening to them. That is something I appreciate for in this world where people impatiently wait for the other person to finish talking so that they can put forth their views and be done with the conversation, rather than understanding the other person. You are one of the rare few who keep the essence of a true conversation alive by listening.
And honestly being a person who always has so much to say that the verbal form of expression falls short to me to such an extent that I have to take on to writing the value of a person who is a good listener cannot be felt more profoundly by anyone else than I do.
I hope you stay the way you are forever because you are a gem of a person. There may also be times when the person who always listens needs someone to listen to too. Look around and if you don’t find anyone, look for me. I promise you’ll find me somewhere close by extracting stories out of people.
To my phone's playlist,
Hello. It's me!
How're you doing, o faithful friend of mine?
You know, you're such an integral, yet underappreciated part of our lives.
In a way, you define us. Our likes and dislikes, moods and quirks hopes and beliefs - you're a reflection of everything.
A wise man said, ''the eyes are a window to the soul." But I think you're more deserving of that phrase.
You've seen my transformation from the young girly fan of Taylor Swift to high school rebel blaring Pink Floyd and Metallica to the floundering adult finding solace in Adele and Leona Lewis.
For the shy ones like me, you're such a boon. The long journeys and the awkward social functions would be sheer agony,but thank God. There you are! Always! Your company is the only thing that helped me to survive Mathematics in high school.
Ed Sheeran replaced One Direction.
But you remained my constant secret keeper through every crush.
And not just the infatuations , you've borne testament to my mood swings, heartbreak and dejection.
On the nights my pillow was wet with teardrops, you crooned me to sleep with your gentle tunes. When the world seemed to have come crashing down around me, you gave the faith that ''Jo bhi ho, kal phir aayega." And the good times? You made them so much more enjoyable . Some of my most precious memories are linked with the tracks playing in the background. ''Yaaro Dosti'' on the last day of school. Or dancing to ''Badtameez Dil'' in our college fest.
You've been the mom and best friend rolled into one. I suppose "thank you" would be a trivial word for your constant support. So here I am, expressing my gratitude in the only way I can think of. By a letter of appreciating your worth.
An eternal addict. ~ Postcard written by Prabartana RoyChowdhury
Write a lot, write along.
As I day dreamed
another scenario of my death,
I pondered how paradoxical it is
that my mortality
serves as a reminder
to keep on trying
until the last breath.
// stay alive, you guys❤️