Friendship
Another Shot through Love
The depths of melancholy left her in a mindless kingdom and the whole thing that when seemed crystal clear, paled into the murky waters of unhappiness and the voices that heralded existence, slowly nudged itself into an abyss of an eerie silence! The darkness of the night time made it worse for the guptas as they struggled to come to terms with what had transpired among them and fate. 5 years seemed to stretch like a five hundred years as the as soon as chirpy household held itself together with great trouble thru the as soon as-sweet memories of laughter that helped tether collectively their lives in wish and peace. Mrinal sipped her tea like a dull character as dharam and madhulika looked on…
By Hani Sarma4 years ago in Confessions
A Face Palm of a Day: Part 3
"Yo, we're 10 minutes away." Kate's uber driver said. Kate groggily opened her eyes and sat up. "Thank you, I'm sorry I'm such a hot mess," Kate said smoothing back her hair and wiping the sleep out of her eyes. "Oh this is nothing, I've had much worse. Do you want another water?" He handed back a water bottle and Kate enthusiastically reached for it. "Yes! Oh my gosh, you're the best." Kate chugged the water and took a deep breath. She felt surprisingly refreshed.
By Leah Lawrence 4 years ago in Confessions
To A Loving Soul Who Is My Family, My World
To my bestie Karthi, When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking, I LOOKED....and wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking," - Mary Rita Schilke Korzan
By Rashmi G4 years ago in Confessions
Unsent letter to my ex-best friend from College
Dear ex best friend, I remember the first time we met in college, we basically became best friends after we both agreed that one of our peers was irritating. Since that happened, we would hang out at restaurants during lunch time, I would spend time with you at your home and eat the delicious meals your mom would make. We would joke around a lot and explore Downtown Chicago. Like normal friendships, we would have our ups and downs. When I think of you, many things come to my mind, such as us being able to be open with each other and communicate our feelings, us being there for each other when we would encounter awful moments, us messaging each other funny videos, and so much more.
By Diani Alvarenga4 years ago in Confessions
The Way Things Used to Be
I miss you, or maybe more specifically, I miss when I didn’t have to miss you. I’ve always found it sort of funny how someone can go from a total stranger to your best friend overnight. Talking to you came as naturally as breathing. I never had to think about it, and I never felt like I couldn’t just be myself. I was surprised at how comfortable it felt hanging out with you, at how effortless conversations were. For a while, you were the first person I said good morning to, and the last person I said goodnight to. I suppose when you spend all of your free time with someone, getting at least slightly attached to them is inevitable. I never planned on getting so used to your company, but I did.
By E. C. Mira4 years ago in Confessions
Without You I Would Have Had To Sell My Soul To Survive
Dear Bruce, Do you remember in 1991 I hitched a ride from Kununurra to Darwin with a couple of truck drivers. This was not a planned journey, as I was running from my abusive husband. What I was going to do when I hit Darwin? I had no idea.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Confessions
Cliche Catalysts? Maybe...
On first thought, it seems silly to write an open letter thanking the various people that inspired me and brought me up simply because when I stand back and look at myself, I don’t see some great accomplishment. And I certainly don’t want my shortcomings to be reflected on those near and dear to me, but if I look closely, really look, I’m not showing my gratitude to them for turning me into some spectacular protégé. I’m appreciating the fact that they influenced the most malleable parts of me in my development and indeed gave parts of themselves to me. Is it so hard for me to give credit where credit is due? Yes.
By Nichole Napier4 years ago in Confessions
