Shooting Stars ..Secret Wishes

My obsession with shooting stars were forever. I have always been fascinated with them. I would walk out, whimsically and erratically, in evenings and nights hoping to catch a glimpse of them. It has been an enduring fascination, and it started from those chic-flicks we all grew up watching (atleast most of us).

And here is a little snippet which I’m will sure make you smile till it reaches your eyes ( again most of us , (puppy face))

It was one of those typical,random,unplanned sleepover for the three of us. Even though the aftereffects were atrocius , we could’nt care too much back then.We could never get enough of the same trick . It was an understanding and a pact. The culprit* would call the other two mom’s and somehow convince that we had to do this night out to finish our assigment,submit a paper and the best of those pseudo reasons we could come up with at that moment. It was like an extempore really.The bar would only keep raising and we took it top notch every single time .Even after we exhausted our quota of sleepevers (for the month ,mind you) we would gleefully come with some more and then ofcourse the wild cards we saved for a rainy day , it was like veto thing.Come to think of it , how did we magically come up with stuff like that?

Okay (for those of you know us) , to our defense we only had three days to study as opposed to the rest of the regulars graduating since we have to work the other nights in the week , and phew! this thing always worked (yay, the happy dance !!)

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Sigh ,we get over with it. We had a method to handling this madness though. We would first unanimously avoid making those phone calls till the very end (come on , it was scary), for as long as it was possible ,giggling at each other , knowing that we all secretly kept a tab on the clock hanging right in front of us.Make those calls, listening to those rants and tantrums that our respective mother’s never missed throwing at us.

That night after dinner and the world was fast asleep , we suddenly had the urge to run into the terrace just to goof around. Unlatching the door of course was the deal breaker , we somehow managed that and ran till eternity .

Once we were up there , we laughed till our stomach hurt and then a little more.We din’t need anything to get us stoned ,that was a different high .We defyed any sense for logic,there was no reason nor rantionale .Just laugh out loud .

All three of us lay on the floor staring into the dark but deep sky and silently wished we’d catch a shooting star. We spoke about our crazy fantasies and what each of us would wish, if we actually stumbled upon one. That dint happen through most of the night and it almost felt like our castles we have been building have come down crashing. Dramatic bollywood music played in our heads.

Look, *tootha tara one of us screamed, and we all could not believe what we saw.It was’nt just one ,there were two of them, back to back.Our excitement knew no bounds. Our laughter then ebbed into smiling ear to ear,almost in synch.

We close our eyes and made a wish. We vaguely remember what we secretly wished for back then.

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We sneaked back inside the house and crawl into our quilts,just in time and dawn was almost breaking. We heard granny shout from the other room , “ I hope the door has been shut properly”.

None of us reacted and there was pin drop silence. We clutched each other’s hands underneath, like we gravely agreed to stay put . We fell asleep .

Afterall, Operation Shooting Stars was accomplished with a lil’ hiccup , nothing we couldn’t manage.

So, yes every once in sometime set up a rendezvous with the skies and stars ,go out, go up , gaze at the lit up night ,embrace the panaromic view .

You never know , you might catch one of them shooting stars. And if you do make a wish with all your heart.

Let those wishes linger , listen to this beautiful song . For old times sake!

*culprit-the one hosting the sleepover

*tootha tara — shooting star