Without you

“Without you, heaven would be too dull to bear,
and hell will not be hell if you are not there.”

Crossroads. That’s where we stand. Next year, we go our separate ways-into limelight, into toil, into happiness, into despair, into memories. I dedicate this entry to my friends. Being told about a myriad times that I live in a world of my own, there are not many but they know who they are because we were inmates in it together. Partners in the crime. Yes, we created and lived in our own Barbie dollhouse. Myself more than anyone else. I could never go out.
It had a room of contentment-popcorn and movies at a friend’s house. It had a room of anticipation-bitten nails, telepathy and India at the brink of a victory. It had a room of conference-textbooks, the phone and an exam the subsequent day. It had a room of requirement-a vent for all our feelings. It had a room of laughter-at this, that and the other and at ourselves. It had a room of guilt-at the inordinate immaturity we displayed.
It wasn’t an ideal house. The roof tended to leak when it rained heavily. But for all its imperfections, I love it. I had a great time living in it. I hope to be in one of the rooms for as long as I can.
signing off.