Monthly Archives: January 2011

Day 1— Letter to My Best Friend – My Partner In Crime

Yesterday I was thinking about my friends, trying to think of what I would write them and I realized I don’t really have a best friend. I have different sets of friends. They’re all special in different ways and they all mean so much to me. SO I’m going to deviate a bit from the challenge and write a letter to each. Enjoy 🙂

To My Partner In Crime,

 I remember the evening of the worst day of my life. I was seated on your bed, rocking back and forth, sobbing out the  bitter tears. Life had brought me to my knees and I was despondent. I try not to remember  the details of that day; but I can never forget the red-hot pain that wrapped me like hell’s blanket. You held me and tried to comfort me. Tried to say some soothing words. I would calm down a bit then start all over again. During one of my calm moments, I remember looking up at you and I saw the pain I was feeling mirrored in your eyes, and I realized that you felt every inch of what I felt. I could also see the helplessness because all you could do was stand there and watch me.

That is the kind of friend you have been to me. My pain has been yours and my joy has brought smiles to you. There’s that quote about a good friend bailing you out of jail and a great friend sitting next to you. Not only are you the friend I would be sitting in jail with, but you’d also be  trying to find ways to get the bail money!

For the last 6 years I can’t think of any significant occurrence in my life that you weren’t a part of. We met under the most bizarre circumstances; by normal standards we weren’t supposed to be friends. But you gave me a chance, even though I had hurt you, albeit unknowingly.  That’s the kind of person you are. You have a big open  heart. Sometimes too big and you let the wrong people in.

You have been my rock during the most important years of my life; my journey into what I am.  You have provided me with a shoulder, laughter, a safe haven,  and so much more. I’m afraid that I haven’t always been there for you the same way. I know I can be self-absorbed sometimes, but I hope I have enriched your life half as much as you enriched mine.

 I’m worried about you though.

I’m worried that you don’t see yourself the way I do. You don’t see the amazing person you are. A generous spirit. I think you let other people define you for too long. You saw yourself through their jaundiced eyes. See, it was necessary for them to shrink you. Otherwise you would have seen right through their cracking facades. And you wouldn’t give them a day of your time. So they made you believe that you are not worthy of more than the lousy morsels of life they threw at you. And after a while you didn’t see that you deserve so much better. I know you’ve come a long way since then, but I still see that you haven’t allowed yourself to grow. You still hide behind the shell they left behind.

It’s time my dear. It’s time for you to release the sunshine inside you, time for the world to bask in you. I know you got so much to offer. It’s time to release the butterfly bursting to come out.

I imagine us old together, calling each other at 2am to say something that just couldn’t wait till morning. I see myself coming to your house when I need to get away from the bustles of life.  Planning our rugby escapades- ok maybe not rugby at that age!  I pray that our friendship is yet to see it’s best days.

I love you.



Let’s Write Some letters: The 30 Day Letter Challenge

Greeting my friends! 🙂


*Blows off dust and cobwebs*

It has been a while since my last post, ain’t it? I’m so sorry about the silence. I feel especially guilty because of the over whelming response I got on my last post. The best stats ever! And the comments! Thank you ever so much. I am deeply grateful and humbled.

My fingers and my mind have refused to cooperate; one is constantly churning words, sentence but the other is refusing to tap the keyboard and translate it into something worthy of you my readers. This happens a lot. One of the things that frustrates me the most about my writing is that I’m so erratic. I can’t schedule it, I can’t will it. When it refuses, there’s nothing much I can do about it but just wait it out.

But this year I promised myself that I shall try to write more often. I shall coerce myself to have some semblance of order. And I realize that the best way to repay your faith in me is to continue to write. So I’m going to join my friend here in the 30 Day Letter Challenge. I’m hoping that this will help me to clear whatever debris that’s locking my creative juices.


The 30 Day Letter Challenge


Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15 — The person you miss the most

Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23 — The last person you kissed

Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror


Tomorrow I write my first letter..


Wish me luck..:-)



Monday Rant: Don’t. Call. Me. B*tch

I think I attract melodramatic men. Seriously. Remember this guy?.  There must be something about me that forces them to unleash their inner stubborn and obnoxious. Unfortunately for them, it’s usually a bad time for me so it goes unappreciated. And I don’t suffer fools for long. As this idiot found out.

Sometime back, I was having lunch in one of those establishments that was ranted about here, minding my own business. I was feeling relaxed, looking forward to about an hour or so of me time before my next engagement. Since I wasn’t in the mood for company, I was reading a book with my meal. It had been a long morning of running errands. The restaurant was half-empty so it wasn’t noisy. Perfect setting. I was feeling so good, I had one of those half smiles on my face. Maybe I should have frowned a little.

About half-way through my meal, a dude approaches my table and asks if he can join me. I didn’t want him to join me and without even looking up,  I smiled politely and told him I would prefer to sit alone.  He goes away and I’m soon engrossed in the book, while munching slowly at my food.

A few minutes later, dude is back.

“Hey,” he said with what he probably thought was a cute smile.

I look up,  a polite smile masking the laser side eyes I’m giving him. “Yes?” I asked. Anyone could see that I wasn’t amused by his interruption.

But I guess he was dense as well as rude.

“I was wondering,  if I could join you. I see you’re eating alone and so am I. Why not sit together give each other company?” That smile again. As if I should be glad he’s allowing me to share his space. I was ready to wipe it off.

I looked at the free tables pointedly and he at least had the grace to look ashamed. “I know there’s free tables, but come on, I know a pretty girl like you wouldn’t want to sit alone while there’s a good-looking man who wants to keep you company.”

Raised eyebrows. Homeboy has a high opinion of himself. Time to take care of that.

I give him my freeze look. It has been known to turn otherwise confident men into blubbering fools. His smile slips a little.  Good.

I ignored him and continue eating and reading. AND he sits down! Yes, despite saying no thanks and my body language indicating that I didn’t welcome the intrusion, he had the audacity to sit down!! My patience was wearing thin by now.

“So what are you reading?”

Without looking up, “A book.”

“Haha! That’s funny”

“It wasn’t supposed to be”


“So what’s you’re name?” he asked after a few minutes. I couldn’t believe this guy. I was starting to think he was a glutton for public humiliation. I pretended I hadn’t heard him. “Mine’s John,” he continued as if I had answered him.  (yes I’m using his real name, hope he reads this!). I loudly turned a page in my book.

“Ok, so seriously you’re going to ignore me? Don’t you feel bad ignoring someone who’s just trying to be nice to you?”

I looked up and said ” I have no qualms ignoring a rude person.”

“Man, you’re cold.”  Blank look. “Ok, fine I’ll leave you alone.”

He stood up and muttered, “I bet you’re single. That’s why you’re eating alone anyways. I know no man would want a cold bitch like you”

Blink. He didn’t just got there!

Dude will never forget what happened next. I loudly told him just where he can go shove his mediocre attempts at picking up a woman. The other diners looked on with amazement. Management and security were soon involved. And since I was a regular at the place, dude was finally escorted out muttering bitterly. My apologies to the women he took that out on.

You. Don’t. Call. Me. Bitch. Especially since I had been pretty civil the whole time and politely told you to leave me the eff alone!

Seriously though, is it difficult to accept that a woman can sit in a restaurant, enjoying her own company without assuming there’s something wrong with her?