Unposted Letters : Yours in friendship always.

Often it happens, what is want to say to someone – remains unsaid. That silence and mum for years builds up in our hearts and minds. Here is a series of “Unposted Letters” which will feature emotions – feelings – thoughts of people who have something to say.

Dear Paul,

I agonized over how to tell you this but finally decided, after all we have been through together that I owed you more than an email or phone call.

You know what I am going to say don’t you? I am sorry Paul. I know you well enough to know, you will immediately think “there is someone else!” Yes there is Paul and we both know who it is. It is Charley. I am sorry Paul, he has been wooing me for ages with big promises and I have resisted his offers but last Saturday when he announced he could deliver twice a day even on Sunday, I knew I needed him. I told him “yes.”

Don’t be embarrassed because you could never deliver even though you kept saying you would. I know you wanted to and it wasn’t your fault. The problem is Paul, I am tired. It is a long way up the hill to your place and then back again. That is why I am canceling my Newspaper Subscription with you and transferring it over to Charlies ” News on the Run.” I trust we will remain friends and perhaps if you ever find you are indeed able to deliver you could give me a call.

Yours in friendship always.

Sharon.

Guest post writer : Sharon from GentleStitches.com

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Beauty- an over rated virtue!!

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Beauty is the most over-rated virtue for us humans!

To be frank, I have seen (and heard about) marriages break up, relationships not working out, lots of bullying and harassing, just because someone is not good looking.

Nobody wants to be branded as racist; but they’ll mind if their to-be-son-be-law is not tall enough or daughter-in-law has a protruding jaw line. Worst of all, not many people accept handicapped people in the society.

Outer beauty can be modified with herbal products or cosmetics or surgery, but to what extent? I have seen talented people never able to come out of the closet because they think they’re not good enough to showcase themselves, or because they think they won’t look good in the spot-light. It’s hard to be the one left out to be asked for a home-coming dance or ignored in a group of people partying!

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In my opinion, it’s just the matter of a few years and a game of certain hormones that we don’t “like” ourselves. But once we learn to love ourselves just the way we are it’s a beautiful thing in itself! We don’t need to please someone else to be happy.

Yes indeed I use all these beauty products myself, I apply a body lotion so that my skin is not dry, I use a lip balm so that my lips don’t chip off, I use a hair-oil, shampoo and conditioner because I don’t want dirt or lice nesting in my hair! I do all this FOR ME, my personal gain, NOT to show someone that I have a closet full of branded cosmetics and I CAN very well afford them.

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One day we all have to grow old, one day we all will have a receding hair line, one day we all will have a wrinkled face. What matters is how we deal with it.

Nothing can give us that joy – just smiling at ourselves looking in the mirror – knowing that we’re happy!

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Some superb quotes on being beautiful : Source – Google Images

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Recent roadside incident

With marriage season starting on 24th November (this is 2012), the roads and streets were flooded with band bajaas and baraats. And sometimes dolis too. At such times travelling by road is very (read extremely) tough. Traffic jams take about 2-3 hours extra of your life.

In these circumstances, the auto walas are more keen on taking rides to small distances and going without meter (a crime) and charging high prices if you are dressed well (obviously they know you’re in a hurry to go somewhere).

So to convince an auto driver to take me 15 km away was a task not easy. It took 4 people to try their luck at 9 auto drivers to finally find the one who charged as much as he wanted. (he clearly saw the desperation in our eyes). A young girl dressed well, an old aunt wrapped in woolen shawl, a 7-year-old playing with a suitcase and a house servant trying to tackle a heavy suitcase and a naughty kid. And yet I am sure we caught attention of not many people that day : this is the good thing about Delhi, you can’t be easily recognized in a crowd.

So finally, the greedy but cooperative auto uncle (now I started paying him respect — he is responsible for my life’s safety for next 40 mins or so) took off from my starting point.

But soon, he announced to me, the front tire of the auto was punctured. I kinda choked on my pasta that time. I asked him how long will it take, to which he replied, that depends if we get someone to repair the puncture. After that I stopped eating. We (mostly he) searched for puncture repair guys on two petrol pumps en route to my destination. With no success, and the tire breathing its last few minutes, he finally decided that it would be best if he (read-we) repaired it himself.

So after parking on the roadside, I saw him struggling to convince someone to give him a hand (yea, talk about how tough people are to convince these days). Eventually I told him, no help is coming and that we should proceed.

20 minutes and one flat tire later, I was seated back in the auto only to think, why we dint get any help. Oh wait, one middle-aged man smiled at me while I was holding the auto up(it weighs 610 kg) so that the driver could screw those nuts in the new tire. By the time that man’s conscience hit him, he went past us but then returned to ask if we needed any help. Luckily we were done by then. He then walked back to his rickshaw.

When our rickshaw over took his, I waved and smiled at him. At least he bothered to notice me that day. At least he took 5 minutes out of his life to ask about a fellow traveler  At least he had the courtesy to stop and offer his service to a damsel in distress.

Bless you! Whoever you are, wherever you are!

Interesting Links:

Fact file of Auto Rickshaws

Punjabi wedding traditions : with explanations on Doli, Baraat etc