Her Tales (version lockdown)

That evening after a stressful day at work, she held that cup of coffee in her hand with intend to re-energize. It felt very hollow inside for some reason. She skipped the evening walk but dragged herself to grocery store to realize she forgot to take wallet with her- came home disappointed, empty handed.

Just like her day may be!

She gave something lot of thought, time and investment maybe without returns she hoped?!
She smiled n asked how many more “Locks” do you live in dear, your hope being among one!

Rutuved

Dear Friend

Remember that day i returned from work wrecked? Or that other day I didn’t make a cut in to that opportunity I have been dreaming off or maybe the the day I was sick and I didn’t call anyone but you rang up and stayed online until I had something to eat even if you were running late for office.
Or another day you knew I was struggling and you delivered stash of wine at my door and that other day when someone broke me in pieces and i was sitting clueless not knowing how to do the damage control or just ooze out my soul…you were there to listen me bleed and then tuck me to bed even though remotely.
I know it sounds a version of mom, and weirdly enough sometime it’s version of you to me. Beyond our zillion good times am glad I had you on those days.
Thanks for being a friend, in this random, reckless world. I count my smiles on you sometimes, thanks for accepting my tears in return.

Happy friendship day dear!

Rutuved