Tiny Treasures

I am a good friend. Always have been. One of my better qualities.
How else can you explain these little notes...each one a treasure - a message to touch, inspire and evolve - that I left all over my friend's room while she was at work?

You just know..

You know you are destined to make up puns and PJs when:
You are dreaming, and somebody says something in the dream that triggers a pun.
Your dream pauses for a minute.
Your subconscious tells the pun and your subconscious giggles at itself.
The dream then resumes.

#truestory

Tea Party

So I wrote this when my cousin mailed me saying her two and three quarters year old daughter hosted a pretend tea party on her birthday.

What a perfect day for an outdoor tea party it is!
The sun is shining.
The birds are chirping.
The colorful butterflies are fluttering by.
And what a turn out! 
There is Mr.Gummy, silly as he is, wearing his bright yellow rain coat.
Next to him sits Lady Lola in her beautiful gown, her hair braided with pretty flowers.
Naughty Monkey Moop is sitting at the edge of his chair, trying to put sugar cubes into his mouth while no one is looking.
Donkey Dan is laughing his wonderfully infectious laugh while Joko, the Clown, honks with his big red nose and moos like a cow.
Then sits good old Lucy, smiling and looking upon everybody with a sparkle in her eye.
And there comes Mother, with a pot of steaming hot tea and cakes!
How everyone cheers!
Shush..I cannot describe the party to you anymore. My tea is getting cold, and I'm afraid Monkey Moop is going to eat my share of the cake. 
Good bye now!
No wait! 
Oh wonderful! Mother has got extra.
Would you like to join us?

How to Bug a Friend Early in the Morning

You: I pinged you. You ignored me. Head down sad face
Friend: Chin up eeeeeee face!!! :D
You: And as she grinned like a maniac, a minuscule mosquito made it's way into her wide, open mouth
Friend: Heehawhaw poraaamai*...
You: Little did she know that the sound of her laugh mimicked to perfection, the mating bray of a donkey. Somewhere nearby, donkey Jojo's quest for it's soul mate began.
Friend: Kazhudhaiya vechu oru kaadhal kaaviyama?? Ezhudhi mudichutu give me credits for instigating ur innovation :D **
You: But did she realize she was more than mere inspiration? Did she realize that she was the lead actor, the heart and soul of this beautiful Ballad of the Bray?

*** Silence ***

* -  ~Insert Donkey braying noise here~ Jealousy

** - A love story with a donkey? When you are done writing it, please give me credits.

Blah

S: I don't know if its the industries they work in, but my friends seem to think they are surrounded by crooks and cheats.
Me: What industries do they work in?
S: Oil, Banking, Fast Moving Consumer Goods
Me: So the people in Oil are too oily, you cannot bank on people in Banking, and the Fast Moving Consumer Goods people always try to pull a fast one on you?
S: Thu

Is it sad that this conversation was the highlight of my day?

Love Note

I remember the first time we met.

You took me by surprise.
So perfect, so beautiful.
How you stood out in the crowd,
All eyes drawn to you.

You came closer.
My heart beat faster.
The closer you came, the more I started falling.
 Falling unexplainably love with you.

It was love at first sight.
But was it meant to be?
Would getting to know each other,
spoil this first wave of pure, unhampered love?

Its been close to half a decade now.
We have had our share of bad days,
Days when were not at our best.
But I still love you as much as I did that day.

Perhaps even more.

My dear blueberry cheesecake,
This is my ode to you.
To our love.

Day 6: Of Pangong, Peace and Paneer Pakodas

I think no amount of words and no amount of pictures can capture what I see and feel today - the sparkling streams, the wild horses running along side the roads, the Pangong lake teasing us, subtly changing her appearance as and when she pleased, acting as the window to the Sky's Soul; the quaint little tents overseeing the lake, the chilly winds, the warmth of Maggi and paneer pakodas. The sheer bliss and calm that washes over me.
I choose to write no more. I will, instead, show you. Mind you, these pics do absolutely no justice to this Prima donna.