...The Room..that used to be..

..Its been 6 years since she had walked into that her room...
...That room which was once her life...an epitome of love an emotions and good times, bad times and just times that used to be...
The pink and red striped walls, the rectangular wooden bed sheet-ed black and white...
She looked to the right and smiled....The sun still peeped in through the huge french windows, and the mustard spartex floor still shined just like before...A few of her paintings still hanged to the right of the bookshelf. 
And a fleet of memories flew in and out, she smelt the cigarette smoke in the air, she smelt love stories on the bed and on the beanbag, she heard her best friend cry sitting on that couch, she saw Shannah, her little kitten sitting on the bed, she saw herself sitting on the window sill on the moonlit nights, and then the old maid who sweeped the floors and the bookshelf to the left, the Shakespeare series stood stranded, dusty and lonely.
She smelt laughter that used to be, she smelt friendship that dwelt, she smelt tears that she had now run out of...she smelt her school uniform in the wardrobe and her school shoes in the shoe rack...and a school bag by the table...a few photos from the school excursion, still stuck on the glass of the wardrobe..
No more did her best friends make love on that bed, no more did Rishi sit and cry on that couch after losing his brother, and no more did they all fill up the room with a smell of vodka mixed with toxic laughter and bizarre dreams if taking on the world...She stared all around....the room still was so the same..just that it smelt different...very different...She looked at the hanging photos, sighed, sat on the window sill, took out a cigarette and as the smoke filled in the air again, she looked out at the stars and wondered,'I m home...where could they be ?? Do they still live where they once used to be?? Do they still walk down the backyard streets..do they still call by the little boy's name across the street ?? Do they still live where they used to be'....

Neil's Birthday

Ting Tong...The doorbell rang at the Chatterjee's....'Maaa.....quick...i need to get in fast...its pouring in here..'
Radha rushed out of her kitchen to open the door for her 19 year old daughter, Maya. 
'Where were you Maa...you got me drenched...look at me...I could scare a scarecrow.'
'The same question goes for you Maya, where were you till 7, I thought your classes got over by 3 on Tuesdays eh....and it doesn't take you four hours to get back home, never mind, can you go change now before you start living on saridons and disprins again?'
'Hey Dee, you wouldnt believe what happened in school today', Ryka, Maya's sister ran out of her room.
'Ah later Ryka..i'll just go change now...'
In less than 15 minutes Maya came down in a pretty blue party dress, all dolled up.
'Whats going on Maya ?', Radha asked
'Ah maa....Have you forgotten? Its Neil's birthday, Got the cake and and a few celebration stuff. Ryka please get at it right away. i want the room all done before he comes. Its not really a surprise but he doesnt know about about the cake..and all of this..'
'Dee...what the hell..'
'Maya...what is wrong with you???'
'Oh please Maa, i m over it, he is my bloody best friend, and he would never celebrate his own birthday, so please..'
'Maya, m not letting you do this...' Radha came up and grabbed the cake packet.
'Have you gone mad Dee ? Why are you doing this ?'
'I have to Ryka, you know that jerk, he'd never do a thing for himself, forget about celebrating his birthday..'
Maya snatched the cake box back, opened up and dug in the candles inside the vanilla cake and brought out a white tshirt from inside her bag.
'So.....when did he say he is coming?',Ryka snapped.
'I dont know, m sure he knows i'll be doing something.So, should be here soon, now please get back to the decoration, its just a couple of balloons and colored paper Ryka', Maya walked up and down the hall starring at the door every other second.
'Are you sure you have a reason for this insanity Maya', Radha starred at her daughter with welled up eyes.
'Oh yes Maa, he comes down every birthday,m sure he will be here any time.', Maya smiled.
An hour passed, and yet another hour, and yet another one...Maya sat on tha huge couch near the doorway, staring out of the window.
Ryka walked up to her sister, held her arms in a tight grip and hugged her tighter,'You sure he'd come? Neil da is so forgetful,how about I keep the cake in the fridge? We can all have it tomorrow?'
Maya looked up at her little sister, disbelief in her eyes,'But he always came didnt he ? He is my best friend Ryka'.
Radha gestured her younger daughter to take Maya upstairs to bed.
Maya creeped in to her bed, a beautiful wind blew in by the window. Neil loved windows. The wind dried up the tears on her fair skin. The moon peeped in and lit up her bed. She slid her hands under the pillow and pulled out a rusty photoframe. There she starred, at her best friend. She pulled out her school year book and fluttered the pages to the 'Memoirs Page'. And their again, she looked at her best friend. And beneath that beautiful smiling face, the photo title read 'Neil Roy (1989-2010)'. She closed the book and left it on the side of her pillow, creeped in to her big white blanket, hugging that rusty photo frame.
And the stars heard a little girl whisper to her best friend in the frame, to the love of her life,'Wish you were here jerk, you still havent learnt to keep promises huh.' And she kissed him on the glass, looked out of the window. The winds blew, the moonlight lit up her face and she smiled to sleep.

What if you were....

I wonder.....

What if you were the rain?? Would you come run down my honey beige skin..would you camouflage those warm salty tears...or would you just trickle down my hair, and further down my back reminding of all the promises you couldn't keep....

What if you were the rays of the Sun?? Would you come hug me on a cold winter morning...would you make my welled-up eyes sparkle...or would you just come kiss my skin and remind me of all the times i wished you were closer...

What if you were the wind that blows by?? Would you run through my hair and let it fly like the pretty princess movies or would you just shoo away all the bad that tried to touch me?

What if you were my big white blanket ?? Would you embrace me when i dreamt of you....those chilly nights...would you kiss me good night?? Or would you just lay there on me...making me wish upon stars that you were with me.....

...And what if I were the strings on your six-string....Would your fingers write a tune on me ??? Or would you still be singing the Love Song for her ?? The one you'd never sing for me !