Here's to You, Rachel Robinson

I was wondering about the book with which I associate growing up and I thought of Here’s to You, Rachel Robinson by Judy Blume. It was one of those books you only get to see in the school library but never borrow, just like Nancy Drew Case Files, in which Nancy’s boyfriend happened to make appearances more often. 

Anyway, this Judy Blume novel had a green cover and a teenage Rachel, with bitten, pink lips, looking directly at you. 

Each time I think of that book, I think of walks in parks on cold evenings, strawberry flavoured lip balm and kissing a boy for the first time.

Things I learnt about myself when I was at a party

1. I have somewhat learnt the art of socializing and in a sense become the exact reason why I used to detest parties till last year.

2. I make chirpy conversations with people I would/could otherwise never speak with.

3. I'm a mean drunk. 

Tiddi

You are my greatest companion. Without even trying. I've been heavy hearted all day and I thought maybe I should write so I started scribbling about companionship and before I knew it became about you and all my sadness went away.

Dear God, make me either empty or full. Don't make me half filled with this taunting silence I cannot understand completely.