Blogger's end

Dear all

Though I was tempted to write a post, I have been controlling the urge for a long time now.This is my 100th post and today marks the end of my two years in blogsville..

I feel nostalgic today.How a blog which started out as a place for some silly poems and a creative space for my stories became a part of my life.i still remember i was enthralled at the first comment on my post..There were many people I came across through this blog.. some went ..some stayed back..some joined.I have made friends here as well.It has been an exciting and delightful journey so far.

Of course,off late i am getting a little less time to post.But ne'rtheless whenever i see an unpublished comment waiting for me,it lights me up.This post is for all those loving and encouraging people who took time off to leave a comment.You have always helped me grow with encouraging words, and even sometimes with a critical remark.To all my readers who added to the hit count,THANK YOU.A special word of thanks to all those delightful people whose blogs have made me laugh,cry,reflect.It has been a great learning experience!


Nothing more to add...I love you all.And would wish you the best in life.

To all my blogger friends..keep posting!

Cheers!
Illeen

She looked at the empty hostel corridors.The rooms were all locked.The girls had left for their homes for the vacations.She had chosen to stay back.


The light at the other end of the corridor flickered waiting its death.The wind that blew across the open spaces produced a whistling sound.The eeriness was turning her on.The more she feared,the more she felt a tingling sensation within.


She paced gently towards the dead end of the corridor.Her breath growing deeper with each pace.She could feel an excitement build within her.She started unbuttoning her blouse.She could see her dark figure in the mirror hung on the wall as she approached She was losing a grip on her senses.


She looked at herself in the mirror.Her clothes were lying on the floor.She stared at her naked self and looked on with admiration.She could feel somebody's gaze upon her.She couldn't know from where..The light suddenly went out.The air around her became heavy.She could hear somebody's breath closing upon her.She felt overpowered by his presence.She could feel somebody's touch but couldn't see him.There was no silhouette just a force that was making her go mad with pleasure.She moaned as she laid on the floor twisting.Her passion was reaching a peak.She shouted..


The watchman and the warden ran up the stairs.They rushed to Eva's room.She wasn't there.

At the dead end of the corridor near the mirror,were drops of blood and a red cherry.

As a kid I enjoyed watching movies like home alone,baby's day out,kindergarten cop.I was in splits when I saw smart kids drive the nuts out of the adults. But then I grew up.Things changed.Now I have a kid next door.And he's driving me mad.

My parents love him.All neighbors love him.His parents dote on him.. I hate him.

And as it is,he always chooses my place for his hangouts.Though I pretend not to hear his knocks on my door,it's not possible with my parents around.So in he comes and heads straight to my room.If I am around I make sure I keep him off my room.But if I ain't,he takes full liberty.Jumping on my clean bed sheet with his dirty feet,littering my room with his toys,drinking water from my bottle and spilling it on my bed,leaving sketch pens open on my dress,fidgeting with my stuff,drawing on the walls...I mean how can u keep everything off his limits?

And to all my complains i get to hear,"he's just a kid.."
So these days I keep my room locked from inside.

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Today I was at home filling in the details of an online form when i heard the door bell ring.
It was Jojo and his mom.
"Hello.Are you busy?I had to ask you of a favour"she asked.
"Please"I said smilingly.
"I have to go to the doctor.Can't take Jojo along.Would you care for him till I return?It wont take more than an hour."
I looked at the boy and I wanted to say no.
"Sure"
"Sorry to bother you.But Mrs Das isn't home."She said pointing at my neighbour's door.
"Thats fine.We'll have fun."I said trying to sound cheerful.
"Thank you.."she said as she left.

I didn't know what to do with him.I gave him some papers and my old crayons.
"Draw here and dont move."I said firmly.

I went back to my work.I got a draft to fill in the details for some MBA form I was applying online. There was a knock on the door.I looked at the kid.He was busy drawing a duck.I left the draft on my computer table which was a little high for him to reach.

It was the electrician who had come over for some minor repairs.When I entered my room some 10 mins later,I found his head full of foam and he rubbing his head.I found my bottle of moisturizer spilled on the floor with half of the contents on his head.I was trying to get a hold of the situation when my eyes fell on the draft.Drawn on it were hills,sun,houses with the crayons i had given him.

I looked on with horror and shouted,"JOJO.."

I immediately regretted.His eyes welled up and his face contorted.And then he let out a loud bawl.Now this again is something I can't handle..kids crying at the top of their voices.It took me another 15 -20 mins just to cool him down.I coaxed him with chocolates and when he finally sobered down I convinced him to let me wash his hair.

When his mother arrived some 2 hours later,Jojo had already invaded my computer and was happy watching some cartoon on it.I wished to tell her how much of a trouble he had been.But she looked tensed and upset.I got her a glass of water.She broke down.I moved closer.I coudn't understand.

Amidst sobs she said Jojo has got leukemia and doctors are doubtful of his recover.

It shook me.I looked at the kid happily playing.I felt my heart ache.It was painful.I felt anger within..I hated myself.

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Jojo passed away yesterday.
My heart still aches.

I ve been listening to the song over and over since last evening.And I have been soaking to every word of it.The lyrics is simple but connects.Hope you enjoy!

He watched her from the tea stall.She was walking down fast, with a stack of books in her hands.The sky was overcast and a cool breeze was blowing.Locks of hair played on her face when the wind blew across.Her eyebrows were a little furrowed,the only creases on her pretty face.Her gaze was lowered as she hurried on her way to the hostel.It suddenly started to drizzle.The rain drops on her skin glittered.He couldn't help but smile..She is so beautiful !


Just then she looked up and found him smiling.She was amused and gave him an awkward smile.He was caught unprepared and shifted his eyes.A moment later when he looked her way,he saw a guy run up to her and offer his umbrella.He saw her face lighting up.There was a smile much wider and more beautiful than the one she had given him.He watched both of them walk down to the hostel.She thanked him and went inside.The guy looked too happy.


How much he regretted not buying an umbrella!



@Everyone here..Happy Friendship Day!!love you loads.
NB::@RM1 boys,Guys..please get your own umbrellas. :P