Yet another year without you,
Yet another year yearning for you,
Yet another year trying to reach out to you,
Yet another unsuccessful attempt,
Yet another tear,
Yet another frown..
Little did I know that time doesn't heal,
Little did I know that the years couldn't make me strong..
Little did I know that growing up meant not having you to be with me,
If I was aware,
If I would have known,
I would have surely run away long before you could leave me.
I still dial your cell number - the first ever I learnt.. just to be greeted with an unwelcome voice.
I still look for you in the crowd,
Waiting to be hugged,
Waiting to be told it will be fine again...
Waiting to hide behind you and never have to face all the issues and problems..
Waiting to smile without worries...
Waiting to be that lil' girl of your's again
But the wait just doesn't end Papa,
It just doesn't...
It doesn't change - we no more feel complete..
I cry on every song we've sung together..
No matter how many times I promise myself to write regularly to my blog, it just doesn't work that way. And then there are reasons as absurd as possible - there is no chocolate to eat, unicorns do not exist, Fred died and so did Dobby, the sun rose in the East... endless list
But sometimes, I am left speech less. Not that I do not have words, it is just that I am afraid to express and then you my blog are my savior.
There has been a lot going on in my life. More bad than good, so I have been low, really low to the extent that searching motivation some days is like waiting for my Hogwart's letter.. So, let me pen down stuff here. There are times when I am left to cook dinner alone, which is not a problem. What irks me to no end though is not being informed that people will not be having dinner at home. You not helping is a different story, but coming home to a cooked dinner, making us wait and then telling your stomach is full doesn't really help.One, a lot of effort goes …