My favourite Friend.

Seventh and the last day of Festival of Words. It was truly a festival with lots and lots of words, stories, personal experiences, excitement and happiness.

Glad I took part in this and get to meet so many more bloggers. Thanks to Corinne and to all the brains and imagination behind this.

Today for my last post of this series I am taking inspiration from Richa's theme, "Seven things about the first person I get to see each morning". If you haven't yet been to her space.... just rush! :)

But here it's not the first person I saw today, but about a person who influenced me years before and still doing.

Midhun aka MRM aka M.

1. A 6 feet (somewhere near) macho man. An athlete. You can't just ignore his presence. If he's somewhere near, then he'll definitely hit your eyes.

2. A person with immense love for his family and friends and who don't hesitate in showing that. He made sure everyone knew that family and friends are his first priority. And he's extremely possessive about them.

3. No permanent rivalry with anyone. He would be your enemy this moment, but if you are in need, he will be the first person to give his hand.

4. He's the one person who taught me to find happiness in small things. If one feels happy only when something great happens, then he'll have to wait long for that, but when one finds happiness in small small things, then he'll be always happy. 

5. A lover of branded stuffs, right from sunglasses to cars. And he's always impeccably dressed and should say he got great sense in choosing his and others (which includes women too) attire.

6. He's a females person. Chic magnet!!! (as Richa describes one of her friend). He's just too good with words and the way he talks. And the best part is no girls will feel offended talking to him. He got great Respect for women.

7. We used to fight a lot through phone as we were seas apart. As am a very stubborn female,  it doesn't take much time for his patience level to reach the peak point. And if you thought he will blast out, never! He, in his most sweet, calm, ever loving tone will say "Bye... take care... talk to you tomorrow"... and just disconnects the call. Grrrrr... that's the way he expresses his anger. 

Thank God for that. Or else we would have killed each other a zillion times by now.

He's not perfect. But I call him the 'Imperfectly Perfect Man'.

He left this world Four years ago. But the strength with much he is remembered by all of us, even now just surprises me. I have seen many people near and far pass away, but this is one is still living more strongly each day through his dear ones. It's like his friends and family near lets anyone forget that he was here among us and still is...

Recently I talked to a mutual friend of ours. He said he still couldn't accept the fact that M was gone. Even thou it's years since he's gone, the vaccum he left is still the same. Guess that was the power of the life he led and his love for others.

We all think about life after death at one point or the other. But, I wish to live in the hearts of my dear ones like he lives now and forever.

This is my Seventh post to Write Tribe Festival of Words.

An Eve!

Yesterday evening after work, rushed off to home, after an hour or something again rushed out to one of the best looking malls. Me and along with S (my childhood friend and henceforth) was off to meet our friend Ash’s fiancée.

We both have talked and chatted to the Mr. Groom to be, several times. But a face to face meeting was for the first time. And absolutely no initial awkwardness was seen among anyone of us. We roamed through the mall, and came to a spot where there’s a theme park. And the Miss. Bride to be had to leap into the Roller coaster ride as if her marriage depended on that. And much to my protest I was also forced to jump in that madness. And I have to admit, its soo much less creepy than the theme park ride we have in India. And coz of that I survived.

And we had our food, obviously in KFC! How much we plan to dine in some other food outlet, we end up in KF at the end. I am thinking of declaring KFC as the official gang food! Then the usual trauma of photographs and back to everyone’s own den! :)

So overall it was a happy evening with my 2 cranky friends, and one more who’s a new addition to the lot.

More than the fun we all had, it was just an assurance of how happy Ash is, in her new relation. The one she is gonna vow for lifelong. And she definitely looked so gorgeously happy with him and he also was in his best. :)

May they have the Best life!

P.S. We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

God Blez.