Note to a fighter, a wanderer, a friend.

As soon as she stepped back home, she threw herself on the bed and closed her eyes. Her arms were spread out over her head and she was having the day’s playback inside her burning mind. It was only Tuesday and weekend looked stretched to the far end of her life.

Work was never a problem, no matter how overwhelming it got. She proudly boasted her intangible workaholic sash as she went around her life. She loved it and not a single complaint was filed against it by her conscience but lately she had been hearing audible murmurs of other sorts.

She jolted and quickly sat upright. This was not the time to pay heed to those voices. It was half past eight and she still had to drop in that mail to the client. She reached out for her phone which was carelessly tossed over the pillow upon entering the room. With her rear glued to its place, she crawled over her hands towards her pillow and wiggled her outstretched fingers to cover up for the gap of those few inches. She was famous for her iron will and this time, it was telling her to perform the task without moving her fat bum. Somehow the last stretch from her shoulder socket completed the mission and she dropped flat on the mattress, to the opposite corner of the headboard. Life was hectic.

She rolled over her back and unlocked her phone to check the mail.

But life had another plan.

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Hey you crazy ass,

I know you’re wondering ‘What the fuck’ this is and why are you reading something here and not on your personal messenger?

Don’t freak out just yet. Be patient. Everything will make sense, including the story above. I know you absolutely hate reading so I’m going to keep this simple while holding myself back in using adjectives. Okay? Since this is a one way conversation, I’ll take it as a yes.

As we both agree, life is never Black and White and we are kicked into this world to figure out the grays by ourselves, while keeping our sanity intact. And the ones who couldn’t behave in a ‘normal’ fashion, they are often ridiculed and sometimes worse, outcasted. In this race of life where everyone runs behind the setting sun, only few stop to catch their breath and it takes immense determination to that.

Only a brave can make a decision to listen to his conscience and not follow the herd. Only a brave can acknowledge his differences and accept his limitations. Only a brave can be bold enough to live his life on his own terms and you, my silly friend, you are one of them.

When you first told me about those intangible creatures that perpetuate within your head every single day, I felt sorry for you. I can very proudly announce, I do not feel that anymore.

Those jitters that at times keep you up all night, that sometimes accentuate themselves to the verge of extending physical pain upon your body, I don’t grieve over it because I know, and I have full faith over this, that you are stronger than them. Your moral and mental vigour is enough to battle this phantom and rather than being a spectator and feeling sorry about it, remember, I’m standing beside you, ready to share the heat this force is preparing to unleash upon you.

Know that you are only growing stronger with every blow and I don’t feel sorry for you, because my sweet friend, you are not a victim. It cannot harm you as long as you stand tall against its infurious acidic rain and you, so valiantly do. I don’t feel sorry for you, because you are not helpless. Remember that you are surrounded by amazing people and even though you might not ask, but they are willing to help you anytime at any part in your life.

And, I’m just a phone call away.

Even though this faintly outlined spirit has latched itself upon you in a way that it limits you to do some day-to-day chores, you never let it define you, and for that, I respect you. I, at times, try to draw strength from you when I’m at my lowest ebb.

Our time zones doesn’t matter, our continents doesn’t matter, I’m always, always there for you. Let not those voices ever stop you from reaching out to me or any other person. Your present is here right now, opening up its arms, ready to embrace your vibrant intelligence; Your future witnesses your metamorphosis, smiling and patiently waiting to unfold your incredible journey.

And in the midst of this, your past still knocks at your door once in awhile, making enough space for that dark vapour to sweep in. But as Chuck Palahnuik puts it, “Your past is just a story. And once you realize this it has no power over you.”, I look forward to the day when you make peace with yours and I know you will, because I trust you, just as i trust myself with mine.

I wrote this because You are wonderful, beyond words, and it was about time someone told you just how special you are. Your beautiful soul deserves every happiness floating around the universe and remember you will always have a friend in me.

I simply ask for a favor in the end. Don’t think twice before reaching out to me whenever those unexpected knocks turn into a thumping uproar.

I’m never too busy for you...

With a bear hug and warm love,

‘Wand*****ter’

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There was a notification on her phone. A new message received.

As she opened the text window and replied, a conversation started.

A small initiation from his end turned into a conversation that let her up all night, as the world looked a lot less strange.

When the conversation ended, she put her phone aside, back to its original place over the pillow. She hadn’t changed into her sleepwear, the mail never came, she never had her dinner but despite all of that, that night, she slept with a little warmth inside her chest and a smile on her face, which re-acquainted her to her younger self, after days of clouded despair.

She found another warrior making his way through the dense forest of life with its dilemmas and combating his Rakshasa along the way.

She found him tracing the same path she was planning to walk and hopped on to this shared adventure with him.

Their story is still in the making...