That one moment

That one moment...

when you are busy studying for a test..

when your mind is not listening to hunger panks or drowsy eyes..

when your subconscious reminds how your mother took care of you during exams..

That one moment is beautiful when your roommate says.. "Please eat something.. I have cooked.."

That one moment...

when you have grown-out of the age to expect a birthday wish at 12..

when you have known the value of people irrespective of their promptness to wish..

when you have other friends around planning a suprise for your day..

That one moment is beautiful when you actually get a prompt 12 am wish from whom you expected..

That one moment...

when your parents said a gigantic "NO" for a trip..

when you convinced your friends to go ahead without you..

when your friends secretly tried to talk to your parents to let you join them..

That one moment is beautiful when your parents paste a gigantic SMILE on your face with a yes..

That one moment...

when you fought with someone only to correct them..

when you were treated without any dignity, as that person couldn't let their ego lose..

when you still pursued only with the belief that the person was worthy of being corrected..

That one moment is beautiful when the ego shatters and a sorry restores your dignity..

That one moment.. 

when you scroll down the contacts on your phone and feel you cant call anyone on that list..

When you are in a urge to talk and express

when you curse the person whom you can actually call is fast asleep in another timezone

That one moment is beautiful when you realise.. the number you wanna call is not on your contacts-list but clearly etched in your mind!!

 These moments make life beautiful.. 

 These moments make difficulties look smaller..

 These moments make life live-able..

 These moments make you wait for such.. "That one moment"s... 

Before I click on “send”!

When life gives a reason to talk to you, it becomes an unexpected gift,

How well I present this gift to you becomes my minds' next shift..

Enveloping respect and admiration, choosing a word to describe you, is something that I can’t do..
Addressing you with “Hey” in my mail is the last thing that I want too..

Limiting myself just to the topic of conversation makes me feel captive in a cage…

Picking minimal words to convey everything that I want to, still accounts for more than a page;

The fear of being misinterpreted and misunderstood, I carefully avoid topics that could kindle your rage,

This makes it unfortunate that, I cannot be as transparent to you, as a sage;

Voicing my concerns I believe you are the one who can guide me through…

If, diverged from your direction, I shall be satisfied my decision was at least, influenced by you;

Putting an end to my epistle makes me plead for more chances to write you mails..  

The only hope with this initiation is that, this shared camaraderie never de-rails;

The thought before I click on “send”, is more complex than Chris Nolan’s Inception…

The feeling after I click on send , is more numb than lack of any kind of sensation;

The time ticks at the speed of a snail’s 100-meter dash as your response is still in anticipation…

Mind panics with a labyrinth of thoughts visualizing your response even before its actual reception;

When  you respond, I feel heard and listened to.

When you don’t, I feel the wait for the response was short too;

The pain of awaiting your reply defines the new name of the game…

However, the pain of clicking on “send” still acquires the "most painful" fame;