Pinku-Enchanted Life

Touching heart strings then you only touch raw nerves now I think I do the same Glancing behind us I see a dense but beautiful jungle looking ahead all I see is rocky wilderness Am unable to go on, but go on I must not for myself, not even for you but for that third someone Someone, I thought would be the symbol of our shared love and passion but I fear will only bear the burden of our bitterness and battles Battles that I cannot fight and you must cause I am the only person you can hit out at only person who is close enough to hear the curses, the bitterness, feel you moving away while I grope in the darkness for another ounce of strength, fortitude, patience. Love.

One of my most awaited afternoons of the year came last Sunday. The annual alumni meet of DPS NOIDA which is held on the third Sunday of every December. This was the third consecutive year that I visited the school for this get together and am happy to report that I came back as thrilled as ever. :) I have studied in a convent school most of my life and consequently grew up with a robust disregard for public schools. DPS with its snob kids whose wild stories we had all heard, topped the list. I suspect now that most of the stories were about DPS Mathura Road and RK Puram however in our minds eye all DPSs and public schools got painted with the same brush. So when three years ago I went to this very same Alumni meet with the partner I had not quite known what to expect. I had of course heard stories of his classmates, the friends, crushes and teachers and a small bit of me was curious to see what those people were like in real life. To my surprise I had found the whole afternoon a love...