A goodbye that will last forever.

This is fiction. 

He left. Without saying anything, he left. He bid goodbye. Never explained. I had a trillion doubts, there were a million questions waiting to be answered and thousands of things waiting to be explained. He couldn't fight it. So you know what he did? HE LEFT.

He was weak, but guess what? I was weaker. I let the tears flow, I let the kohl smudge. I let the eeriness in my eyes remain intact. I was emotionally, spiritually and mentally hurt. Broken, almost. I just sat there hugging my legs as if they would leave my body and run away. I let the memories come back to me, one by one. Each day. For weeks, and months together. I missed us. I missed...

..How whenever I talked to you, you made me laugh. How whenever I was low, you'd talk in a funny accent and make me smile. How whenever I'd rant about how hard my coach made me train, you would totally get it. How we could have an educated conversation on sports. How both of us slept at 9pm, and the other one would totally understand, because, well, we both were athletes. How whenever I called you, you answered, always. How you made me feel so secure and protected. How we could be in different states and we'd still talk. How when either of us lost a match, the other one wouldn't sugar coat anything for us, we'd say what we had to bluntly. How whenever I was on my period, you'd know, magically, almost. How you always knew what to say, and when to say. How we were so alike. How you were so patient with me. How we were so frank and honest with each other. How we shared our love for food, sports and fashion. How we could discuss shopping and you never got bored. How I would ask you for advice. How I slowly began to love you. How I slowly started to think we had a connection. How I started getting butterflies in my tummy whenever I spoke to you. How I loved each and every molecule of your body. And, how you slowly began to care about me, and look out for me. How for once I thought we were going to last forever....

Then, one night, we argued. It was over such a petty thing. Next morning, no call. No text. I thought we'd be okay. I really really really wished and prayed. 

I apologized. SO MANY TIMES. 

You said it was okay. 

But it never was, was it? And then, you left.

You never came back. Damn it, you never even looked back. 

But you know what sucks?

I still miss you. I still love you. 

And there is a chance that maybe, I always will. 

Drama Queen#5 Everything I do, I'll do for you

She was wearing no make up. Not even kohl. She was in a bright pink coloured Nike t-shirt and a pair of black Nike shorts. She had her Skull Candy's on and was typing on her BlackBerry without stopping. She was sitting in the cafeteria of the stadium she'd come for a tourney. There were all kinds of people sitting there on the round tables. She looked up, and saw an unfamiliar face staring at her. Two glistening brown eyes. He smiled. She gave back a wry smile.

He was wearing a red Adidas tshirt with Black Adidas shorts. He was drenched in sweat from the match he had just played and won. His messy brown hair looked so perfectly imperfect. He looked so beautiful.

She ignored him and went back to tapping on her BlackBerry. In about 10 minutes, she could see him coming towards her, and she couldn't help but smile. She gave him the hugest grin possible, he shyly smiled. He sat on the chair next to her and she carefully put aside her Skull Candy's. They both started talking. She noticed he had the same BlackBerry as hers, with a yellow skin which he put next to her's which had a pink skin. They spoke about their cities,school, friends, their passion about tennis-basically, they spoke about stuff that any 2 normal shy teenagers would talk about. Turned out, she was from Mumbai and was playing tennis since she was in grade 2, and had turned pro when she was sixteen,which was 2 years ago. He was from the Capital, and had been playing tennis since he was in grade 5, and turned pro when he was seventeen,last year. They told each other about their future career plans, college, university, what they wanted their life to be in 10 years. They clicked instantly. It was like magic.

Her match was scheduled at 2pm, which was about an hour and a half from now, she couldn't leave the stadium because the matches could be rescheduled anytime. So, she had to sit in the cafeteria and wait for her match to be announced, and when she started talking to him time flew. Like, literally. In no time, her match was announced, and she had to leave. She wanted this to last forever, but then everything ends,doesn't it? She gave him a bear hug, and whispered into his ear, 'Everything I'll ever do, I'll do for you' He smiled. She reluctantly left.

After about 2 hours of some serious tennis, she won her match and tried to look for him, but in vain. She asked people around but they didn't know who she was talking about. It was almost like he was an angel, who had come in her life for just a while, and was destined to leave. She tried to look him up on various social networking sites but couldn't locate him. She couldn't believe the fact that they didn't exchange their numbers,or even BBM pins. However,she is glad she met him and spoke to him,even if it was just for a few hours.

Today, 15 years later, she is happily married. She loves her husband more than life. She had never told him about this 'meeting' or her 'angel', but today she did. She was glad she did. He listened patiently, and smiled shyly at some parts.

He turned out to be the same stranger who had touched her life in an unusual way, and he whispered in her ear,'Everything I'll ever do, I'll do for you' And, she smiled an everlasting smile.

Much love,

DramaQueen

Drama Queen #4 Because life is still happening to you. Right now. At this moment.

You know that moment when everything makes sense? When each mistake seems like only one tiny part of your life and only achievements seem to matter? When you look around you, and you realize that is is who you want to be and where you want to be? When your past doesn't seem to matter anymore and you're focused and positive more than ever? When you realize that you've been successful in letting go the people who could not accept you for who you are and wanted to mold you in something you're not? When you realize who will be there when it truly counts? When you realize that there's more to life than BBM, Facebook and Blogger? When you realize that the most important thing in life is not a thing? When you realize that sometimes, just sometimes, you might be in awe of the insignificant people, but no matter what you do, you should never leave the significant people behind? When you believe in being happy? You believe in all the books you read, the movies you see? When you believe in happy songs? When all you want to do is hug your best-friend and forget about everything bad that has ever happened to you? When you realized that you have to live in the present and not in the past,or even future because life is still happening to you? Life has been happening to you all along, you were just too preoccupied to notice it.

Has it happened to you?

Yes. It has happened to me. It still is.

And, I can finally say,

Life is Good.

Much love,

The DramaQueen

DramaQueen#3 Because you now know that the little faith there is left in me, I have placed in you.

Dear X,

I am writing this letter to tell you what I think of you.

I do not believe in first impressions, how can I possibly judge a person based on one meeting? Or merely on talking for a few minutes? You might look like a jerk and end up being one of the nicest people I've come across. So, yes, I do not believe in first impressions. You can't really judge until you really understand and accept them.

So, I decided to take time and understand you, rather than misjudge you merely because of one conversation. I decided to understand you, accept you, and love you for what you are.

When I first got to know you, I thought you'd be just another friend. A passing phase, rather. After a few months, I thought, we will stop talking except the customary hello's and hi's. I was proven wrong,though. I'm SO glad I was. To start with, you've been there for me through such tough times, but you've always given me support. You've always tried to lighten my mood by cracking your silly pj's. You've always caught my tears and made sure that they don't fall again. You haven't only heard my silly stories over and over and over and over again, but you've heard them PATIENTLY-without judging- and made me believe that if I believe in myself and the people around me, I'm going to be perfectly happy. You've taught me how to be happy, how to appreciate the good things in life, how to content and satisfied with myself and totally forget the bad things, the bad people, their bad doings. You've tolerated me when I'm hyper, or ridiculously low, and the funny thing is- you always know what to say. It makes me so happy. I'm so glad I have people like you in life, to surround me with your positive vibes and the happiness you bring. I can be 'me' with you around without caring about being judged. I've seen people walk out on me, but you reignite that spark, that flame that wad doused long ago. Between all the drama, idiotic remarks, making fun of each other, I think I found a true friend. Even though I hate it when laugh at me for being so obsessed with clothes, all that you've done for me sums up for everything bad thing I've been through in my entire life. Each and every bit of it. I may not be extremely good at anything,with the attention span of a goldfish that I have(:P), but what I do know that no matter how much I mess up, I can come to you teary-eyed, looking hideous, and even at that spur of the moment, you will know what to say. You always do. You always know when I'm low, even when I say I'm not. You know why I'm smiling, why I'm not. You know why I'm crying. You know why I'm giggling, and turning red. We don't need words to communicate anymore, our vibes say all there is to say. What I feel for you, X, I don't feel for anybody. You make me feel so safe, so protected and so loved. Just like a younger sister. I don't know why I'm even trying to tell you what you mean to me when I know that it can not be put to words. Maybe, someday I will, but as of now, I don't think I can imagine putting your worth into a blogpost. X, all I want to say to you, is , thank you for having faith in me and my capabilities when I lost all hope. Thank you for letting me trust you. Thank you for letting me love you. Thank you for being there for me, when I wasn't there for myself. Thank you for listening to me, when I knew no one else could. Thank you for putting some sense into me. Thank you for holding my hand tight and getting through each trouble with me. Thank you for being there for me even when I'm horrible to you. Thank you for making me realize not to take my life for granted. Thank you for making me believe in happiness, all over again.Thank you for being so awesome Thank you for being dependable.Thank you for being a part of my life, because with you around, it makes it all the more simple to live and get through life. Thank you for standing by me- like a soldier- in the good times, and even more in the bad times. Thank you, for being you, and allowing me to be me. You mean the world to me. Maybe more.

Much love,

The DramaQueen

"I don't believe that anybody feels

The way I do about you now.

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding,

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding.

There are many things that I

Would like to say to you,

But I don't know how.

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me.

And after all, you're my wonderwall."

Drama Queen#2. Here's to egos and BFF's. And the war in between.

"Her world crumbles in front of her eyes,

Chills run down her spine"

***

The DramaQueen's eyes are red, puffy and bloodshot. She is sitting on her bed, looking through the window, aimlessly. It's a heavy downpour. She hears cars honking and sees glistening drops of water all around. They're like tiny stars scattered all over. Everything is so calm, and serene, expect of course the rage in her thoughts-the lightening speed of everything she thinks about. And the honking of the cars. The DQ wants to shut her ears to the world. She wants some peace, for once in her life. She feels an emotion she can't put down on paper. It's inexplicable. She misses her BestFriendForever. For the first time since her argument with BFF two months-The DQ misses her. Each and every molecule of the DQ yearns for Her. Her calming and soothing pat on the back. Her full of love hug. Her comforting voice. Each and every bit of her. All this happened because of the foolishness of the DQ. One of the many instances of her stupidity. She wishes she could take back all she said and everything could be back to normal. The DQ has sparked a cold war. Her ego is much grater than her love for anyone on this planet, and so, she hasn't even made the slightest bit of effort to sort out things with her BFF. She doesn't want her ego to be bruised, no matter what it costs her. But, half of her says something opposite to what she knows is right. It's a battle between what she wants to do and what she knows she should. She's still sitting on her bed, thoughts come and go. Sadness remains.Her thick long mane is casually tied into a messy ponytail and her kohl is smudged because of crying for 2 hours straight. There is nothing more in the world she needs right now than her BFF. It's ego v/s eternal love, and ego has won hands down. Out of the few negative traits of the DQ, her ego is the one she hates the most. It pinches her. The pain doesn't last long, but even that every moment is like Hell for her. She wants to change,for good. For the people around her. For the people who love her unconditionally. For her BFF. But most of all, she wants to change for herself.

***

Her BBM status reads-

"My strength is evaporating. I miss you, I need you, BFF"

DramaQueen #1

Disclaimer : Hello, readers. So, I've decided to write as The DramaQueen. It's going to be like my alter ego. The DramaQueen Series, I like to call it (and WANT you to call it :P) It's all fiction, don't worry. So, yeah, Have fun reading! I hope I get a positive feedback.

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She wakes up in her Abercrombie and Fitch pajamas, strands of her hair come into her eyes, rays of sunshine fall on her deep brown eyes, they gleam like fire-balls, and she is the most beautiful thing you would have ever seen. Her face so perfect with cheekbones so high, and hair so luscious and black. Her smile so beautiful with a dimple on her right cheek. Prettiness personified. Inside and out.

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I am The Drama Queen, you call also call me DQ, for convenience. Shifting to a new city is always difficult, and it has been equally tough for me. New people- unfamiliar, uncanny eyes. All staring at me with curiosity. The idea creeps me out. Ugh.

So, yes. I have shifted from another city. It’s weird, but I’ll adjust, I know I will. I’m not very stuck up. So, that’s a positive for me.

I live with my Dad. My mom left us and went away when I was 5. Ugh, I don’t even miss her now. My dad has been both mother and father rolled into one. He’s always been there for me-skinned knees, bedtime stories, skinned hearts, sob stories. And come on, no monthly visits? You don’t just become a mother by lending your womb. Who cares, anyway? I have dad. I have my friends. That’s all that matters, in the end.

First day of school was uh, well not as bad as expected. I totally freaked out the first morning. An all girls school, for starters, in between the session. When all groups are made. I didn’t really think I’ll be accepted in any group. But, I was proven wrong (FOURTUNATELY). The girls here are pretty sweet, except a few who are stuck up, but then which classroom doesn’t have mean people?

So, yes, getting back to me, I think I’ve always had a knack for writing, and I did try to keep a journal or write in a diary, but then I couldn’t get myself to. I thought it was too boring, or maybe I just didn’t have very clear thoughts. They were too jumbled. I think of 100 things at the same time, so well, I dropped that idea.

I play tennis. It is my first and foremost love. The feeling I get on a tennis court is…inexplicable. It’s so magical. I’m pretty good at it, not good enough to think of tennis as my profession, though. I haven’t given it a thought, actually, but I don’t think it’s on the list. (Do I have a career list? No.lol) I want to do something I like, and I haven’t figured out what that is yet, I know I will, but it’s too soon now. Like really early. I shall figure something out when the right time comes. I have that much confidence in me, at least. I think I do, I mean, I’m proud of what I am, aren’t I? I might not be perfectly happy because I’m not perfect, but then, who is? I do forget that there are people who actually think I’m special (Yes, I’m ver modest), but then my friends remind me. So, yes, friends. My friends are important to me. They most definitely are. They’ve been everlasting pillars of support, and I love them for that. Best people in the whole wide world. I never really forget any of my friends, I remember most of my pre-school friends. If some of my friends leave me behind, that’s a different thing. Forgive and Forget- my Dad always taught me that. There’s no point in having grudges against anyone in this universe. You’re just harming and bothering yourself because if they left you behind, they probably don’t give a shit about how you feel. Also, I HATE, LOATHE, liars. There’s nothing that puts me off more than liars. Oh, and it puts me off even more when they lie to my face when I know the truth. Whom are you trying to fool, losers?

So, I’m running out of patience. And ideas. I shall see you soon, readers. xD

Much love,

The Drama Queen

PS : This new city’s actually pretty cool, I can roam about safely, which is positive. I think I might fall in love with this city :D Yay!