Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours

December 29, best day to write a year ender. Ok. With folded hands I thank the almighty for granting me such a brilliant year that made me fall in love with life all over again. Since God cannot be everywhere himself he sends us angels and I have planned to talk little bit about all the Devdoots in my life today. Let me bore you a little more. Deepika Padukone has been promoting some depression campaign. Well I too was sick, bedridden due to excessive depression, mental sickness. You think Pills were the last resort? No! They were just the impetus. The actual pills were the people I have in my life. Who unconsciously took the oath to be mine forever, unconsciously pronounced - ever thine, ever mine, ever ours. I raise a toast to each one of you, guys. One actually does not need those extravagant rituals or some legal declaration or even blood relation to stand by each other, to hold on to a soul. Human relations are so beautiful that we can celebrate them every day. They say if you have one person in life who won't judge you, you are blessed. God, I have bunch. The little puggy baby Casper likes the scent of my shampoo so he sits on my head the next day I signed the divorce petition. I felt needed, thanks Casper. I still have doubt with my understanding with the universe so I am blessed with little devils with whom I can become more demonish. The nights of laughter, banter. .challenges you guys threw at me that I have to smile back because I never wanted to be a reason of your sadness. Then I made a new friend. That period when I had 14 pills in my stomach, willing to bid a good bye. Wreck to reckless.... I owe this journey to you each. How do I forget those days when my Patna girls used to apply kajal on my eyes because they cannot tolerate my nude eyes. Gals, let me assure you I do not skip kajal anymore. Arre I have a dost- my classified just dial.. I salute. Then this Chauhan-wa... little things taught me lessons. Babumoshai zindegi lambi nai gahri honi chaiye. I do not wish to talk about Ma, Baba ... cause I cannot really talk about them. I have seen people missing out the extended family they make beyond blood relations. These people stick to us, hold us back, let us be Us, the forgotten self. These are the relations we earn by our virtue. Depression I know still a stigma, I know people hesitate to talk about and even more hesitant to take clinical help. But I know now that it’s just a sickness, might be caused by different reasons. All we need is a plain simple kick ass regime for couple of days. We have some, we want some and we end up wanting more which we do not have. And when we are unable to have that already set frame of life by the forever society, we become depressive. Boss!! Design your own life, that’s what I have learnt. I have unlearned myself. An angel told me, happiness should be the journey not destination. So if you are not worried about your four times meals, sale shopping, social media accounts, you are just blessed, and its matter of luck that you have all these in life. Period.