the voice

and there he was.. terribly hassled and harassed.. broken down with weariness.. the irritating snuffles in the nose and the punctuating sneeze in between.. there he was.. bearing down and yet as if he was being borne down.. angry.. tired.. supremely messed up..
there he was.. trying to gather his sole bit of comfort for the day from that one phone call.. a couple hundred miles afar.. and he was rambling.. he was trying to get it all off.. all at once..
and there he was.. angry with himself.. angry about the people surrounding him.. almost snapping at the guard when frisked for security.. cursing at the black skies overhead for the rain.. and still holding on to the call.. like that warmth from the flickering flame.. the last bit of it..

and there i was.. as if i was immediately transported to where he was standing.. in that glass window building.. in that empty and deserted parking lot.. in front of him waiting by his Pegasus, whilst he struggled with his raincoat, swearing under his breath.. there i was, messing with his hair in that way he liked.. listening to him as he went on and on..

and it was suddenly when he had to hang up, that i came back to where i was.. sitting in front of the luminescent screen of this laptop.. strange.. how that one voice still transports me back and forth in time.. effortlessly!

my architects..for life!

because, there has been a lot of people coming in to my life..
because, there has been an awfully lot of people who tried (and some still trying) to make a difference in my life (or, a difference to my life..)

Mrs.A, for tuning me for all the sweet melodies..
an another Mrs.A, for polishing me further in the tunes..
Mrs.P, for matching steps with me..
Mr.K and Mrs.A, for all my (present)scribblers..
Mrs.R, for making the cells a bit bearable..
Mr.D, for making the graphs come alive..
Mrs.N, for the words to come and flow..
my Deutschkurs lehreninnen, for allowing my quirks to flow in a complete foreign language..

my most beloved sister-in-law, for instilling the love for Enid Blyton..
my most beloved Bulla, for sharing life's most fundamental secrets..
my most beloved Clone, for inspiring and taking part in my monkey dreams and acts, galore..
my most beloved Big-Sister, for being the 'mother' with whom i can share my boyfriend secrets and to whom i can always come home to..
my most illustrious Kaku, for introducing me to the life's dark pleasures, and letting me be a party to them..
my Mamma, for putting up with me...

and of course, Pops, for giving me the most important lesson-- how to live life king size!

this is your day today! exclusively yours..!!!!
A VERY HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!!!!!
Love Forever.
:):):):)