Valentines gift.

I love long drives.Driving my friends crazy with all my day's stories gives me a lot of fun and connection.

Brene Brown says, A connection is the energy that exists between people when they feel seen, heard  and valued.

I sat in my car and put on the beats of disco diwane...and got a text from Anju....I need a listener. Hmmm...I got it in my head...what's coming up!
I immediately  called her and played the song, I just called to say I love you.Her one deep breath and I understood thoughts are in control! Are you free, she asked.Well there is a possibility of some discount for a friend, I said.

      Before she could start offloading I decided to make her feel guilty.You are the 7th person on my list  whose valentines gift for me is pending.After all I only accept valentines gifts.

There are those who say I love you and there are those who love.I said trying to add fuel to the fire.What do you even mean?She was on fire.I am just reading out to you one of my Instagram posts.And you may kindly stop being guilty I said with a grin.

I am outside your house. I texted her as I honked to add little more noise to her irritated mind.Waiting for her to come out as I was enjoying the different shades of petunias, I had a thought 'few things best remain untouched '.

Why don't you like to be touched? " Fifty shades of Grey.

Madam came wearing a wine color kurta which was definitely not more warm then her.
Where are we going? She asked putting on her lips the pink tint from just herbs.Wherever this road takes us Anju, I said. Why always decide direction?  Let's just go with the flow.
She stared at me. I shut my philosophy but was reminded of the lines....a sky full of stars and he was staring at her. Akhiyon se goli mare .....
Which flow....what shit are you talking about? Talking ....no I am in silence....I tried to confuse her.
Listen, she said.
Listening, I said.
There is so much shit going on in one of the Whats app group I have. So much sarcasm...blame....ufff and rumours..people are writing nonsense.  Achha! So what do you want them to write ....post valentines love letter for you or some chanting mantra. 
Will that serve the purpose of the group? I calmly asked her.

Rumours needs medium dear and on every tounge it goes...it spreads and grows like fungus.

Chats are misleading like false labor pains.... sometimes to false heavens and other times to false hell.

Darling...we always have a choice. ..but it is close friends...she tried to convince me.

Do you need all this drama, information? What is it doing to you?I asked her staring back at her careful enough not to blink my eyes many times so my Kajal doesn't smudge.

There was a silence for few minutes...The sacred pause.

What can I do? She asked.
   The solution lies in what you want to do, I said.
Ignore the crap.
And....not read the messages...she continued.
Why would you want to do that? I prompted her thinking. 

I don't want this conflict energy.
Hmmmm....so...
I think I should block the messages...she was reflecting.
Block the messages or your thoughts?
Anju gave a million dollar smile. 

   We can always empower people to think better for themselves.Thinking hats ought to be worn.

I would like to mute it for sometime..she said. That's your form of self care and boundaries I said.

The Whats app group is on mute for sometime. So are her thoughts.

The spring I felt was not just in the air but her feet too....which took us to The Elante mall.

Bullying friends has its charm. I got my gift.It pays to be a good friend and a good listener..

Does anyone else need a listener? Here I am.