You’re not here- under our yellow blanket

Dear Mriganka,

When I needed a GPS to my first day in class,

You were there

When I needed to not feel like a loner and sit with someone

You were there

When I needed to know about the different cliques

You were there

When I needed to understand pre-adulthood

You were there

When I needed to feel pretty

You were there

When I needed someone to call a friend

You were there

When I needed to heal from betrayal

You were there

When those who betrayed needed a dose

You were there

When I craved for my favourite Music album

You were there

When I needed to borrow cash

You were there

When I needed to get out for some fresh air or lunch

You were there

When I needed to lie to my mom for a date                
You were there

When I needed a bed after a fight

You were there

When I wanted to rebel and cry

You were there

When I wanted to get drunk with no regrets

You were there

When I had to be alone in class

You were there

When I wanted to talk about my past

You were there

When I just needed someone to listen, not necessarily understand

You were there

Then when I had to leave and go away from you

You were there

When I was excited and you were going to be alone

You were still there

5 years, it’s been my love

And you’re still there

Not in the close proximity that I would want you in right now.

Because I really miss you.

All the good, bad, ugly, drunk, awesome times we’ve had,

And we’re growing up. Damn we’re growing up.

Birthdays and the years that are going by are deciding our lives for us, our future.

I don’t want to grow up. I still want to be a rebel and come crying to you. I still want to be angry and have you bring me back to reality. I still want to be immature and dependent on you. I still want to be able to have your home on the back of my mind always when things aren’t going right.

I still want to be able to tell the world to go to hell in a hand basket because you’re walking distance away from me.

Seas separate us now. Time zones differ. I know our love doesn’t, our bond doesn’t.

But you’re not here.

I love you, yesterday, today, tomorrow, forever.

I miss you every day every moment that my brain functions.

Home is not home without you. This city loses its special meaning and charm for me without you.

My first friend, person, my best friend, soul sister, girlfriend, whatever the fancy terms maybe,

Mriganka Chawla, I’m at a loss of words to try and explain to you how much you mean to me and how much I miss you. Get here soon please. I miss you I miss you , i miss you

My best regards and lots of love

Yours Truly,
Hina Yadav <3
Missing you in our yellow blanket.

Batting them away like a ball- They are we!

He was born like her

For the initial years

They all found it ‘Oh so adorable!’

Gradually while trying to accept who she is,

The eyebrows frowned

The reality struck

The stigma began

It was no longer ‘Oh so adorable’

But rather, deplorable

Freedom of expression?

Right to life?

This was his expression,

This was her life

But the eyeballs,

The whispers,

The gossips,

They made it tough

But he nevertheless went on through to the her

And now as she walks with pride

Taking all the remarks in her stride

Like a ball and bats them away!

Away from the stadium that is her life and dignity

Preserving her stadium,

She is you

He is me

They are we!

Gods’ Handiwork

She struts around in the society

Pretending as if it’s all so dreamy

Little do these unknown faces know

She feels perplexed about how to be himself

When one fine day she decides to be him

But now the world around him is perplexed

Is it her or is it him?

They distance themselves

Ignorant of the existence

Changing the topics and cringing

Not able to fathom the change

But can’t you see

They breathe the same, eat the same,

They feel and bleed the same

They are changed, yes

But just like you.

They are humans

Humans with who changed

But humans nevertheless.

Humans- Gods’ very own special handiwork.