All Good Things Come to an End

I had been living my life to the fullest. But as it’s said “All Good Things Come to an End” 
I’d just completed 13 years of my life and was an adolescent. Mom and dad’s world wars always pissed me off. Having no sibling even made it worse. The most sensitive years of my life were handled with fight.
When I was 14 all I did was go to courts and listen to the judge’s decisions. And then finally that time arrived when they got separated from one soul to two different beings.  According to lawful decisions I was suppose to stay with mommy.
My dad use to visit me. But then he re-married and was happy with his new complete family. I always missed the way he use to tell me his childhood, the way he made me count my first footsteps and supported me in all circumstances.  I was 17 and my mom received a letter which said my dad had died in an accident.
I never gave much attention to my mom.  I constantly thought she was the reason of daddy going away from me. Every time she came up to me I use to walk away without looking at her. May a times she use to come to my school and I use to go and hang out with my friends not knowing that she was with me or something.
I then found my right match and I was very happy with my husband and my kids. I left her and never looked at her again in life. I didn’t know how my mom was? Was she dead or alive? I was least bothered about her. 
2 days ago it was mother’s day. My kids they gave me wonderful gifts and cards. My daughter asked me “Mom what did you gave your mom on Mother’s Day when you were 10” I was quiet I had no answer.
The next day my husband stopped the car at  my old house and said “I can’t see you ignoring her, somewhere inside you miss her a lot”. I was left stun. I had no answer. 
I quietly went inside. Rang the bell and I saw an old woman came out. She had a different allure on her face which appealed me. I asked her “I use to stay in this house and I thought my mom still stays here, but I guess she has moved from here. Sorry to trouble you ma'am” She prompted “Hey I can’t find my specks and I have a letter so it would be really nice if you read it for me” Well I could see the specks on her forehead  but then I saw the charm on that old woman’s  face so I happily helped her. She went inside and bought a piece of paper.  I started reading the letter 


Today is Mother’s Day and my daughter is not with me. She turned 30 this year and from past 10 years I've not seen her. I don’t know does she remember me or if she sees me will she recognize me. Her daughter will be 10 and her son will be 8. How time passes no one knows. But I wish I could tell her I was not the reason of her father’s death. Her father use to beat me.  All he wanted was my father’s money. But I saved it for my daughter. He use to adore my daughter. But when he found his family and got enough of riches he also forgot about my daughter. Today I would like to apologize to my daughter for embarrassing her in school and college. I never tried to understand her and groom her properly.  But now it’s too late and I guess she’ll never come back. But if I only could I would tell her that I love her a lot and always did and will always do.


After reading that letter, I looked up at that lady and realised she is the one who gave me birth, the one who held my hand in all ups and downs of my life and she is the one whom I betrayed. I busted into tears. I contrite her and stayed with her that day. 
The next day she woke up and said “Dear it’s time to count my breaths because I’m hardly left with them, before going I want to see you happy” She kissed me on my head and smiled at me I smiled back at her. She then slowly closed her eyes…

You Never Know What You Have Got, Till It’s Gone

Robert Brault said
“Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with.”


Those late night gossips. The girl to girl talks.  The way we fought for each other, those gifts which we gift each other. How every year we use to celebrating our friendship anniversary. 
The date 1st April 2000 when a fool named Diya stepped into my life and made my life a part of her life. 
I still remember that kinder garden day when we met. Totally unknown to everybody. I saw Diya sitting in one corner reading a book.  I went up to her thinking will she be my friend? 
“Hi! I’m Kavya” “Hey! I’m Diya” 
I shouted in her ear “Will you play in the doll house with me?”  She gave me weird expression “I got to read. Bye!”  I plead a “Ohhh please, please, please. I’ll let you be the princess” she turned towards me “Really? I’ve never been a princess in the games. No one let me be” “Really? But why? “ She sadly said “Because everybody say that princesses are pretty and I’m ugly” “Ohhh don’t worry I’ll let you be the princesses, come let’s play.” I first time held her hand and we played.
Years passed we grew up together from Barbies to Boyfriends. From Massage to Spas. From Sneakers to Heels.  From Ponytails to Emo cuts. We did everything together!  
But a day arrived in the high school. When the sense of jealously  first time happened in us for each other. When Pranav Sharma came.
I still didn’t understand  that was he a benefit to our friendship or some sort of liability in our lives? 
Pranav was totally my types, with guitar in his hand  and surrounded by chicks all over. I use to  go crazy when I saw him  I was on 7th heaven after seeing him.
I don’t  know how, when but Pranav fell in love with Diya, it was like an opposite attract had took place . I couldn't take it and I broke our years old friendship in a minute.
Seeing Pranav and Diya together made me envious.  All this while I didn’t realize that I and Diya were being separated from each other . 
I was always a coward, I couldn’t fight the tough battles. Diya always supported me in all. 
A guy from our school tried to get closer to me, but Diya couldn’t take it she came and started fighting with him. He called some of his more friends and they pushed her from the roof. Well I didn’t let her fall down. She was taken  to the hospital. Blood flowing from her head to toe made me worried. There was no chance her to live more.
I went inside the room. 
“Hey Kavya, promise me one thing”  
“What Promise” while crying 
“You won’t cry, when I go”
“I won’t let you go anywhere” 
“Kavya I’ll always be there with you, just look inside and you’ll find me”
I cuddled her and tried very hard to stop the tears, and then she just stopped breathing. Without saying a word she went up there.
Now when I look back and remember those golden days of our bond, I just can’t stop crying. 
Diya was like an asset in my life. Always been there beside me in all circumstances of my life, her presence just lightened  up my world.  Though she is not physical present with me, but whenever I look up there in heaven I see Diya’s  face loitering in the blue sky… 
RIP DIYA ♥

I Love You ♥