Letter of Recommendation - Not your Regular LOR but recommend to fall in love!!!

This is a LOR for a friend who doubts himself. He loves someone, but it is sickening to see him wait. Hence, I wrote a LOR for his girl with a twist. If you like it, go - comment.

I highly recommend one of my best friends for you to evaluate, analyze and fall in love with. This isn’t coming out of ulterior motives, but by witnessing the insane love, he feels for you. Of course, you wouldn’t have any idea because you are far away, and he ensures I listen to his woes and worries daily. This isn’t an application but a glowing recommendation of the pros and cons of falling in love with my friend. As theysay, positives come first.

He is intense – like he gives 100%. Zero distractions. So you can be assured that once you say YES, he wouldn’t deviate. Even if it means he is sitting in a room full of hotties and babes. He would think of you and smile.

He is dedicated – like seriously, it is 2023. People are selfish and marking a niche for themselves. Who has time to sit with family, listen to nonsense, or make unlimited hospital tours? It is insane how he takes life with a pinch of salt and continues working. I am sure he never argued with his parents about the sacrificed dreams and hopes. My daughter does that – she is 17 (rolling eye smiley).

He is honest, like, “this is who I am, honest.” He cannot sugarcoat things. Don’t expect him to boost your spirits unnecessarily. He wouldn’t do that, but he is the go-to person if you ever need someone to sit in silence. He wouldn’t advise you on how evil life is and how unfair it is. He will sit in silence till you feel, embrace what you have been through, and make peace with it.

He goes to church almost every Sunday – I wouldn’t do that myself. It’s not like religion and all. He is more of a spiritual person (I think so). Maybe he derives his strength from the Lord and seeks love and patience from his form.

He loves you intensely – for a person who never is vulnerable about his feelings, he has shared his doubts and fears with me. Of course, that makes me an awesome Friend, but that’s not the point. The point is he is constantly thinking of you and talking about you. When there is Tinder and Bumble, he waits for you to say YES, and that’s all that matters in the end. Doesn’t it?

Let's go to the Cons:

He is an Ass – he doesn’t know how to express himself. So you will have to learn to decipher the meaning of his smile, sigh, and expressions. Hell, he gives one-word answers to essay questions. I wonder how he cleared his engineering, given that one must write so much.

He is dedicated – like nothing can distract him from something he is doing. But you, my girl, are an exception. He will make time for you!

So, you see, he is all yours to evaluate. He was a laser-focused cold mother fucker before you ruined him (his words, not mine). Now, you know the impact you have on him. As a dear friend, I wholeheartedly recommend him to you, for all we have is one life, and let’s not waste overthinking and overanalyzing. Because I know he shall keep you happy and love you for the rest of his life.

Signing off A Dear Friend.

Do you?

When the stars shine the brightest and the night is insanely dark, I am illuminated by the thoughts of you. You were my dream come true. You were someone who completed the puzzle. You made me feel special. All the things I wanted to feel, you magically made me feel and experience those.

I wanted to be with you a little longer, a little something to put in my treasure box, a smile to capture when you wouldn't be around, a memory to reminiscence when I am alone on nights like these.

But things fell apart, never to get back. I lost you, somewhere in this mysterious world. Wondering, are you living or surviving? Does your smile now reach your eyes?  Do you still find the sunset beautiful and a drive in the woods a treat? Do you still stir the right amount of sugar in that cup of tea which was my addiction? ,Do you still listen to the classics of yesteryear to be lost in the mellifluous voices of the singers? Do you still sing and sway when you toss that omelette on the pan? 

Do you, like me, on darkened, starry nights think of the times we shared, the memories we made?

Do you still remember me?

Second Skin

The world has turned
from an orange colored
loin cloth
To Chiffon, Georgette
and Silks

The world has changed
from wisdom, joys
and laughter
to phony of smiles

The world shifted
from night outs
and laughter in pyjamas
to bodies draped
in layers of clothing
and faces full of make up

The world shifted
from loving a person
the way he is
to loving the
second skin
he adorned

For that decides
his destiny
his fate
and his journey
of making friends.

Humans or Refugees?

When I close my eyes

The ghosts from the future pose

I scream till my throat dries

And I am unable to cry

The eyes that were filled with love

Now have traces of helplessness

Anger, frustration and sadness

I eat and drink and sleep and wink

Without much of a blink

I sit and stare and stare and sit

And think of the bodies

Those were buried in the pit

I look at my hands

And wish to rewind

The time when they held hands

Not the time when they

Felt the bodies of the loved ones

For the last time

They play hide and seek with me

And all I want to do is to flee

Each day and night

The ghosts of the future

Ruins my sight

I sit beside the graves of

My loved ones

And realize that I have failed

Not won

Humanity have failed me

The borders are so intense

The pain so deep

That only in dreams

Could I hold my loved one

By taking a leap

I feel or I think I feel                             

I lost my right on my body and soul

Someone brutally cut a part of the whole

Snatched it and threw it away ruthlessly

Giving me a life time sentence of loneliness

Turning me into a man without my family

My Love, My Life

I want to wake up
In the middle of the night
And look at you beside me
And sigh at the sight

I want to wake up in the mornings
And listen to your
Love filled heart beating

I want to spend my evenings
With you beside me
And a cappuccino between we

I want to take a Stoll
With you
And enjoy the glow of the moon
That's new

I want to spend every minute
Making and creating memories
Which.will make me.smile
During my worries

I want to make this
Life beautiful
With you, by my side
Who will also be
My friend, philosopher
And guide

Visiciousness

I saw her struggling

Putting efforts of mingling

Put a facade and move on

The real one

Somewhere gone

Like oil and water

Which mix but

Doesn’t matter

She mixed but it

Hardly mattered

For she was always

Aloof and apart

In spite of being a part

That’s when I decided

I will be better than her

Rebel and fight for

Me and her

I would break the shackles

And give her a few moments

From her dream spree

Let her live and make her choice

Even if she feels

Too old to rejoice

And that’s how I grew

As her daughter

And that was the only

Thought that mattered

Seeing, watching, noticing

Promising myself

One day I would

Let her

Breathe, feel free and

Live the life she dreamed with glee

Even if it means for a few hours

Among the whole plethora of
Un- individualistic years

I respect and love her

Because she gave me this

Beautiful world

And forever a special place

She will hold

Days changed into months

And months into years

I felt I was moving close

To break her free from her fears

Little did I know?

I would be married

And the same resilience would be carried

I became a working wife

And mother

And amidst life

Lay the shards of
A shunned bother

Years later, as I sit on the rocking chair

Reading about eve- teasing, rapes, female feticide

And the world being unfair

I realized

I am the same woman

Even if it bothered

I didn’t speak, I didn’t care

And I somehow expect the world

To be fair

How fair?

If we don’t let the world know

We really care!!!

Daily Life of an Indian Couple

Some-days I understand
And some days I hope
You understand

I know you work hard
But don't treat me like
A priority last
This makes me sad
And I really feel bad

I know you have a reason
But not every time
Spring is the season

We grow old
And we wouldn't have
The strength
To forever hold

So before things fall apart
And this becomes a routine
Take some time off
And spend time like a teen

Life is simple, lovely and carefree
Only if you manage to break
Yourself free
From the shackles of your employee