Let them try.

"Lila, come on! It's fun!"
Lila sat resolutely on the sand
"I don't want to." she said trying to smile.
The waves reached the shore, and lapped at her feet.
Katie sighed. Lila could be really impossible.
"Come on. You deserve to be having fun with us, instead of brooding by yourself over here."
"I don't feel like it, Katie. You go ahead." Lila answered quietly. Katie guessed what was on her mind. She saw the effort Lila was putting into the smile.
The other girls screamed in joy as the waves went over them. They hollered again for Katie and Lila to join them.
"I'll be there, in a minute!" called out Katie. She turned to Lila, who was lost in her reveries again.
She sat down next to Lila, and for a while there was a silence except for the crashing of the waves, and the faraway sounds of laughter.
"How long do you want to be like this?" Katie said, finally breaking the silence.
"You go have fun, please Katie. I don't want to ruin to your day. I'm just a little tired today, I suppose." said Lila manufacturing a smile.
"You were tired yesterday as well, which was you didn't come for May's birthday...you were tired day before and didn't come with us for the film. How long do you want to remain tired?" Katie said gently.
"I don't know...I just don't feel like doing anything anymore." Lila said swallowing hard.
The waves crashed against the shore and tickled the feet.
Katie stayed silent.
"I know that. Makes sense to lose sense of yourself after a bad phase."
"Katie please."
"I am not used to seeing you like this. Where is that optimism and strong faith you always held on to?"
Lila didn't say anything.
A breeze blew gently.
Just then a big wave came and drenched them both. Lila got up and sputtered, as there was salt water in her eyes. Katie couldn't help in doubling up in laughter.
Lila couldn't help it, she laughed too.
It felt so wonderful to laugh again. Had she forgotten to laugh? How could she, with such a wonderful friend beside her, who was spending every day trying to cheer her up in different ways? The best part was that there was no compulsion to laugh this time. There was so much joy in the little things. She wanted to tell Katie what her friendship meant to her. She looked around at Katie, and tried to speak. Then she realized she didn't have to. She knew her expression said it all.
There was that safe feeling of love and security again which had vanished in the gloom of the recent events. The world which had looked so dark and morbid before, suddenly seemed radiant and beautiful, like a rose slipping out of a sheath.
Lila walked towards the water, enjoying the cool water beneath her feet. She picked up a brightly coloured seashell and threw it to Katie, to catch. "That will complete the anklet you were making!" she said cheerily.
 The wind blew her hair on her face, and she didn't bother arranging it. She suddenly picked up speed and rushed in, almost tripping and falling.
"Katie! Join me!" She shouted back to Katie who was watching amused.
"You're a real baffling child, you know that right?" Katie said laughing. She ran in as well. She almost fell, and Lila held her hand so she wouldn't fall.
"I think the waves will knock us both down together." Lila said as she saw a big wave coming.
Katie smiled.
"Let the waves try. We'll be standing again, anyway."

Coffee

Liya sipped the coffee.
She had never liked coffee, she didn't understand why she had ordered it now. She had already added three spoons of sugar and stirred it furiously.
Not that it made much of a difference.
Not that it ever made a difference.
Ed was late by half an hour now.
She sighed. She remembered the short phone call, and it ran through her mind again.
"Ed. Hi." She had said a little quietly.
"Oh hey." he had said, as usual indifferently.
"How are you?"
"Am okay."
He didn't ask how she was.
"It's been a long time. Let's please meet?" She said nervously, her voice breaking.
There was a silence.
"Yeah, sure. I don't mind."He didn't even ask when she had returned.
The last sentence put her off. Mind? He really had no sensitivity, sometimes.
"Let's have coffee tomorrow? I miss you." She said softly.
"You and coffee? Since when?" He laughed a little.
That small laugh made her feel a little better.
"Well you have coffee, I have hot chocolate. I suppose that's how it works."
"Alright. Where do you want to meet?" She wished he had said something more.
She suggested the time and place. That was too inconvenient for him. He suggested a place which was far away from her, and she agreed heartily. He then said,
"They don't serve hot chocolate there. So you'll have to stick with coffee."
"Okay." she said.
"Is there something specific you want to talk about?" He said suddenly.
"No. I just want us to forget what happened. That fight. I'm so sorry for what I said that time. I shouldn't have said it." She was apologizing for the millionth time. It wasn't entirely her fault, he had said some cutting things too.
He was silent for a while.
"Ed?"
"I have to go right now, but I'll see you tomorrow."
And before she could even say bye, he had cut the phone.

He was an hour late now. She wrapped the tissue around her fingers. She wondered if she was fighting for a lost cause.
She observed the raindrops falling down the window. It was beginning to rain heavily. Maybe that's why he was late. She hoped that was the reason.
"Would you like the bill?" The waitress asked.
"No, no. My friend is coming. I'm waiting for him." she answered.
She took another sip of coffee. It tasted even more bitter, all of a sudden. What was keeping Ed?
He burst in suddenly.
"Sorry, am late."
He offered no reason why he was late.
"It's alright." She tried to smile.
There was a deafening silence. He raised his eyebrows.
"So when did you get back in town?"
"Just two days ago."
Another silence.
He ordered a coffee.
"Ed, listen." she said slowly.
"What?" he said suddenly interested in the pattern of the napkins.
"Let's start over? I've written so many letters to you, but I'm guessing you're still angry. Let's forget everything and start over please? You were the best friend I ever had, and I miss you."
He nodded.
"Please say something."
"I have nothing to say. It's okay, I'm not angry with you anymore. It's fine."
This was getting frustrating.
"Then what is the problem?" she asked impatiently.
"There is no problem, Liya. Can you stop?"
She got up.
"Where are you going?" He asked casually and took another sip of his coffee.
"Home. To get myself a hot chocolate."
She swung her bag over her shoulder and left him with the bill.

Letters

At last, it was his birthday.
Even though he pretended to the world that he could not care less for his birthday, he secretly didn't mind all the attention lavished on him for that one day.
There a million phone calls to attend to.
While attending to the phone calls, a letter was slipped through the door.
While talking on the phone, Ed walked towards the door.
"Thank you so much!" He said. He said thanks again, as he didn't know what to say after his over-enthusiastic friend wished him and told him to have a good day. Of course he would have a good day, why wouldn't he?
The phone rang again, and he opened the letter.
"Thanks, Kate!" He said cheerfully and disconnected the phone abruptly.
The letter was written in old yellow paper. It gave him a delightful feeling of "parchment".
He recognized the handwriting so well.
He lightly touched the paper and smiled to himself at the way she had dotted her i's and curled her r's. It was a birthday wish, as usual.
She had never forgotten to wish him for his birthday, even though he purposely forgot to wish her for hers.
It was the tenth letter she had written to him since they had stopped being friends. Her letters were becoming rare now. He didn't suppose why. He hadn't replied to a single one, and yet he read the letter each night.
For the most part, her letters were cheery and he could sometimes hear her voice which rang through it. Sometimes they were accusing and hurt at the complete lack of response from him. But after a while she had stopped that as well.
He read the letter again. This time she had simply said happy birthday, and wished him all the best for the future.
She had never said that before.
Was it the last letter? He wondered, rather nervously.
He had tried holding on to the last bit of anger which had prevented him from writing back. He found that the anger he had cherished against her, had long gone. He had never been able to stay angry with her for long, and he missed their friendship as much as she did.
But he couldn't admit it to himself, and least of all to her.
He read the letter again.
Dearest Ed,
Happy birthday!
I hope you have a wonderful day. You deserve it. There are a million more wonderful days to come and you deserve each and every one of them.
All the very very best for the future. 
Lots of love,
Liya.
It was short, unlike her usual long epistles.
He should reply.
He should.
But then he forcefully remembered their feud.
He remembered the bitter words that she had spoken.
He tried to relive the bitterness again. But it was pointless.
Instead he put her letter with the other ten letters.
"I hope you're happy too Liya. Happy birthday." he whispered.

Cooking trials!

I've always shied away from the kitchen-in the cooking field that is, not in the snacking field. Cracking an egg itself would end up in a disaster, and god knows how many eggs I have wasted, in attempting to fry and scramble them!

Last six months have not been easy, with respect to food. I have eaten shawarmas, grapes, obscure sandwiches and very dubious beef curries. So did I decided in January...it was time. (this is where I need a possible drumroll)

I started off with noodles. While other people take five minutes to make them, I took half an hour. In my defence, I was boiling them on a very slow stove. So while the noodles gradually turned colour, I would pace up and down, occasionally stirring it, much to the bafflement of my flatmates. I tried being experimental, and cutting up sausages and putting them in....well that didn't turn out too well either. After all the effort, the noodles didn't seem too bad...though some at the bottom were slightly uncooked and were rather crunchy. I thought I'll attempt it again. This time my friend suggested a better idea would be to put it in the microwave. I did. It was ready and cooked. The slight snag was that water had spilt all over the microwave, as I had lovingly filled the bowl till the top. So I had to spend half an hour washing it. I anxiously took a picture of the noodles and sent it to my exasperated friends, who all tiredly chorused, "yes, that's what it's supposed to look like."

So I lazily lived on noodles for the first few days. And then I came across the next idea-macaroni and cheese. I hastily bought all that was required, and arranged it in a line on the shelf. I had never used a measuring cup before, and till today I'm not even sure I measured anything correctly. 200 gms...300 gms...ah well doesn't matter, in it all goes. Once again I paced around the kitchen like a sleepwalking Lady Macbeth, trying to soothe myself with peaceful music. I found that there was too much water in the saucepan, and I called my mother to beg for a solution. She didn't answer the phone, and so in the end I took matters into my own hands and emptied half the water into the dustbin. God knows what I've put into that dustbin.

There is a time in everyone's life, that they wish that some magical chant can come to their rescue. This was mine. I can swear, that every Harry Potter spell was running through my head.

Finally the macaroni and cheese turned out just fine and I ate it in one gulp. This is the misery of cooking your own food. You don't know how to ration it, and how to save it for the next day. The macaroni and cheese moved on to a better place in an instant.

Then....the herculean task of chicken.

I threw pepper on the hapless chicken and smeared it with honey mustard after finding some crazy recipe on google. The saucepan crackled so much that I took the chicken out thinking it had cooked. Of course it hadn't, it was raw as ever. So I dumped the unhappy chicken back on the pan, and it crackled some more. I suddenly had a fear of the fire alarm going off.

Well it wasn't too bad.

Then I put the next few pieces in the oven. I had to wait half an hour, but I have the patience of a squirrel. The pacing routine continued, and I opened the oven. The heat hit my face, and I very smartly touched the baking tray which had been in an oven of 200 degrees. I snatched my hand back, and now I am very proud that I have tiny white scar on one finger. I don't know why I'm proud of such things. I went and grabbed the nearest towel and took out the chicken. To my utmost relief, it was pretty and golden, and had a vague resemblance to what my mother made at home.

And of course that chicken went to a better place too.

Eh...well. Cooking and what i call "ovening" is some fun. One day when I have courage I'll probably attempt a chocolate cake.

WHEN and IF I have courage.

Havens

"Goodnight Kate." she could hear her mother say.
"Goodnight." she responded half-heartedly.
She climbed into bed and tucked herself under the blankets. Before she closed her eyes, she looked around. The walls seemed bare, despite the many photographs she had once plastered on them. The room looked colourless even though there were clothes strewn all on side. The little light peeping through the windows seemed bleak.
She sighed.
She clamped her eyes shut.
Everything looked starry and beautiful now. She could see a happier world, pleasant people, and sounds of laughter were ringing in her ears. She let her mind fly on, from green pastures to clear blue oceans and seas, to finally a little green sunny patch.
It was near some rocks which were situated behind a clear blue stream. She walked on the grass, enjoying the feeling of wet grass below her feet. She walked towards the water, and touched it, to make sure it felt real.
"Kate." someone called out.
She turned around instantly, recognizing the voice. It was Jay. He looked so much more friendlier, and happier than she had seen him last. He smiled at her, looking rather perplexed.
"You promised you wouldn't come here again." He said, sitting next to her.
"This is the only place to find you." she said, swallowing hard.
He sighed.
"It isn't. Go back."
"If I do, you won't be there."
"That doesn't mean you stay here permanently."
"I don't want to open my eyes." she said determinedly.
He patted her gently on the cheek. In silence, they both watched the trees swaying gently to a cool breeze. A beautiful song was playing in the background. It was his favourite song. In reality, she had never understood why he had liked it. But here, it seemed to fit perfectly.
After what seemed like hours, he got up. He put out his hand and helped her up. She held on to his hand.
"Kate." He said firmly.
"What."
"It's time to go back. You are being called."
She could faintly hear her mother calling out to her, and telling her to get ready for college.
Her eyes smarted.
"Open your eyes Kate." he asked softly.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She whispered.
He smiled. She kept the memory of the smile.
She opened her eyes and after the initial rush of warmth and happiness, she felt cold again when she saw the colourless room with grey photographs plastered all over.
But she smiled quietly to herself.

Perverse Umbrellas!

Who would have thought an umbrella would turn upside down IN THE HEAT?
Well mine did. My parents still don't believe that it happened.
So, I had to go to N block market for an errand. As it was terribly hot and uncomfortable, I grabbed the biggest and brightest (and perhaps most embarassing) umbrella and marched off into the heat.
I was perhaps the most distinct and noticeable, and I might have been stopped traffic owing to the colours on the umbrella.
As I was walking, a strong wind blew. I was thrilled. I don't deny, I'm quite the eccentric. I love feeling as if I'm about to fly away with an umbrella. So there I was, walking and humming to myself, enjoying the I-am-going-to-fly-away-feeling, which invariably happens in every Enid Blyton story.
Well, clearly that's now how it turned out.
As I paraded through the market, the hot wind blew stronger than before. And this time it was a little too strong.  Before I knew what was happening, the umbrella turned upwards.
The people in N block had never witnessed something like this before. The few people who were wandering around morosely found a chance for entertainment.
The wind became even more merciless, and the umbrella refused to straighten out. I couldn't carry it above my head anymore, and kept it in front of me, not too differently from a machine gun.
I walked with my machine gun umbrella, getting over my mortification. A child looked rather frightened, while her mother seemed perplexed.
I didn't mind then :P I started enjoying the attention. So it turned out to be an Enid Blyton incident gone rather wonky.
It's mystifying how this umbrella turned upwards. My father says it's survived the storms of Shimla, and other battles.
I really have the destructive touch dont I :D 

My experiments with fried rice!

So.
I MADE FRIED RICE!
I don't know what I did.
I just know I enjoyed making it, and I liked it very much...question is whether I should give it to anyone else too eat.
This is what happens when you watch so much masterchef...which is a million times better, obviously. They make exotic cheesecakes, and chicken what-do-you-call its. So masterchef India and Australia both inspired me to try cooking.
Besides my friend had once given me elaborate instructions once. I was trying to reconstruct from memory.
As I don't remember what I did, there'll be lots of question marks as I have no idea what I did first.
I put onions on the pan...then heated it? Then I think put some carrots? Or was that after I dumped some rice on the frying pan? Yes, that was after I did so. Then I put tomato sauce on it. And mixed it properly.
Then I kept it on the fire for a few seconds.
Then of course I went and fried some chicken nuggets to go with the rice, which is a terribly strange combination.
So much for watching Nigella Lawson and Masterchef.
But loved the result, anyway. Finished too quickly :( or maybe I was too hungry!
My next attempt to make tea. I tried, and...um failed. sadly. London kitchenette people should probably be aware of the disaster thats coming their way!