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Dear You, Looks like I have found you. In the depths of my love, I notice your smile. Yes, the one you flash after that brief moment of joy. I feel your fingers entwined in mine. All the time. Your eyes speak to mine, asking me questions. Remember the first time I told you of my affection and my afflictions ? You must know this. You consume my thoughts, time and grief. Glad to have met you. Yours, Me. 

Dear You, Wasn't it the other day we met ? There was no intention apart from business. You came, I complied and it all went fine. Nobody had noticed anything odd. I still wonder why you came back. Was it me or something I had told ? I hadn't revealed any of my secrets. You had none. We met at sunsets. You told me something new each day. I merely listened, thinking that this would end too soon. You didn't end anything. I was amused. You started quite a few things. I still thought nothing. I believed I had it all, learnt it all. But then you being you, it was all too novel. You had me. Yours, Me.

Dear You, I got your letter. And I hated it. Why do you have to finish it in just three words ? I feel those words even if you do not mention them every single time. Plus, people read postcards. They really do. I should tell you to eat well, dress warmly and come back real soon. You know how I am. No, I don't cry myself to sleep anymore. The garden has plenty of flowers this season. I pick them each morning. It is during the nights that I miss you the most. Just come back, soon enough. Yours, Me. Pic Courtesy : Google  

In a new city. New place. New people. New things to do.  Missing the old city. The known lanes. The loved ones. The memories.  Still.....a wish to go on. Newer cities, newer people, newer thoughts.  And the desire to go back from where it all started.   I shall go back to you, No matter how far you are, No matter how lost I am, No matter how tired we are.

  We had innumerable chance meetings ever since I was born. And always you made an impression. Of being the best I had ever seen. Some seven years ago, when I first came to live with you, it was quite an incident. Moving ( or even uprooting ) myself from a well-settled hometown life, I wanted to take a chance. With you. I wanted to grow with you. You were older and wiser. I was young, nubile and naïve. Wisdom is certainly not expected of normal teenagers. And me – someone who had dreams, ambitions, expectations, aspirations – a tad bit higher. Our first few days – adjustments, awesomeness and sometimes, utter helplessness – it all sounds so hilarious today. Then we kind of a liked each other. You began to grow on me. I had made tiny impressions on you. I ran alongwith you. I thought I could beat you. You weren’t the ultimate ( you still aren’t the one ) but a de tour , maybe for a couple of years.     You had other plans. Certainly. After the initial euphoria, came the ...

I have stayed in government accommodations ( read : government quarters ) for more than half of my life. And there are always Gulmohar trees around them. Come summer, their dazzling colours enamour, enchant and invite you. The other months of the year – they are just there. Deep green. Silent. Overlooking. At times majestic. .As a child I was fascinated by its buds. The sepals – beautiful green on the outside , glimmering magenta inside – very much like a woman. Calm demeanour on the exterior and a seething volcano inside. I used to put those utterly smooth things on my nails – like  claws. At times, I still do that. The bud opens….carrying  a bounty within it Waging battles with its pollen tubes fascinate me. At the peak of summers, these brightran oge flowers fall and the bloom is just everywhere ….. a  feast for the senses. The fruits disappoint me though. Green pods eventually turning dark . But I tend to ignore them. I love to walk on paths where these wonderfu...

Being on time for college bus Waiting at the bus stop ( Bus time varies from 9:05 am to 9:25 am ) Teasing  A  at the bus-stop ( I'm gonna miss the time spent with her in campus too :( ) Reading newspaper/ lab records/ class notes frantically in the bus Waiting for 15 minutes at traffic signals while on the bus  Arriving at the campus 30 minutes before classes ( Yeah, go ahead and say I don't have a life :P ) Getting into the Central Library for issue/ re-issue/ return of books that I never read :D :P Whiling away time in the digital library ( I do not go there to research, I  go there for  AC environment ) :D Roaming through racks of books in the library/reference section Reading "Midnight's Children" , " Discovery of India" , etc when there is a test in the next hour Reaching the class sharp at 10 am Being the only one in class ( very often ) when the teacher enters Branded as "nerdy villain" due to the above [12] Seeming to pay a...

              As a 10 year old, I was the “angry young girl”. I could get very angry and the trail of destruction that followed….. my erstwhile classmates loathed me for it. Otherwise I was pretty awesome :grins: A decade later things are not quite the same. Yes, I do get angry at times but the pattern has changed. Very few people can make me angry. I have a set of unwritten rules which when violated drive me crazily angry. ( I can smile genuinely when a stranger or not-so-known person criticizes me for the wrong reasons. Apparently, when I think so). And they always happen to be my closest pals. It takes me a long time to build up anguish. At an optimal point, I burst out at the slightest of provocation from the same person. I might not shout, yet I know silence is the greatest killer. Usually it takes me long to cool down. Sometimes I hold grudges for a long time. I find it tough to let it go. The ones I fall out with r...

Dear You, I would like to be the light of your life - the first thing you would see each morning. I'll be the balmy air, tickling you to laughter. The arms where you can loop in yours and be on the top of the world. The ears where you can pour all your sorrows. The eyes into which you can look into - deeply, for hours, without an end. The scent of your dreams. Your present and your future. I would like to hold your hand in ups and downs. Throughout. Cry with you. Sing for you. Always. Be yours till eternity. Just a "Yes" will do. Yours, Me.

The pain Of tearing flesh.. Tethered to the cruel jaws Of destiny. Each bite ripping off a part, The body numbs.. Then disintegrates… Then lies unidentified. Somewhere far away A new life sprouts. The inanimate turns Into a bundle of joy. The same eyes.. The same lips… A new identity. P.S. : The concept of rebirth has somehow appealed to me. Your views and ideas are welcome.

Today its me in silk and gold, Tomorrow it’ll be in a shroud. Would you still love me ? Would you still keep me alive ? Would you still cherish my presence ? Would you still be all mine ? You cannot go back in time, But would you walk with me, forever ?

Never thought about You…. Drunk in the wine of pleasure… I ignored You. You always smiled… At me. I didn’t see it coming. A day when life abandoned me. My loved one fell silent. Then You took me in Your arms. Made me live again. The way I never knew. Filled with bliss. I could see your footsteps Unwashed, on the shores of time. Exactly on the path I traversed. I was gratified… Then bewildered… Then revered You… You did so much for me. Even though I never trusted You…. They are so true when they say – Strange are the ways of the Lord !

Tagged by Multimenon . Rules: Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people. 1.What is your current obsession? A figment of my imagination named "You" *blush blush* 2. What are you wearing today? A beautiful smile 3. What’s for dinner? Maggi :) 4. What’s the last thing you bought? Notebooks 5. What are you listening to right now? The beauty of silence 6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? A sweet lil' kid. A bit eccentric at times :P 7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? New York City 8. What are your must-have pieces for summer? Split air-conditioners :P 9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Paris 10. Which language do you want to lea...

Being jobless is a big job after all. Ignoring deadlines, whiling away time are tough things. Especially when you know you have a career to deal with. A lean, just-recovered-from-recession market. Parents who trust you. Siblings who idolize you. To sleep when the world works. To kill time on social networking sites. Listening to sad songs. Writing useless stuff like this. Man ! I tell you its not easy being lazy. (Wow!! That rhymes!! Easy….lazy…)

Funny and whacky. Yet sweet. Read further and you’ll know...... Year 2002 : A kid called T. Age : about 3 years He sees his parents’ wedding album and remarks ,” Oh my my!!! This is my Papa. Who is he getting married to ?” His mother gets red in the face. He got upset that no one invited him for the wedding . @ Abhishek Sim : T is the Fa guy. Remember ? Sniff…and Fa. Year 1991 : Name : P A young man of about 25 years Marital status : Single (Not even engaged or seeing anyone) Was caught riding a scooter during curfew in the city. Returning from the grocery. Police constables stop him. make moves to get him arrested. Breaking curfew is a crime, isn’t it ? P makes the most miserable face ever and blurts out “ My wife has just delivered a baby. I need to cook for her. Let me go” ,pointing towards his shopping bag. The policeman lets him off. Grins. P.S. : P is happily married now with a wife and two kids. P.P.S : Those who haven't met my Princesses should go to the previous post....

MY COLLEGE Hello people!!!! It has been a real long time when I talked on my blog. Poetry, Anwe-ism and stuff kept it occupied. In the last 6 months or so,the comments on my blog too have dwindled. No worry, I’m not a regular attention seeking,comment-hungry blogger. But then I really need to work on my blog-promoting skills. Phew!! For those who are still reading, let me tell you people, I’m a college student. Most of my blog-mates think me of me as a “serious” kinda person. This post is meant for them- to enjoy,savour every bit of my “humour”,that is,if I’ve any. So let me tell you about the Princesses I know. They are 6 in number and are my classmates. Obviously, I’m the seventh one (feeling very self-important now). Lets meet them one by one. PRINCESS 1: *Miss Studious. *I had a cat-fight with her recently but then we patched up pretty soon. * unaware of current affairs but can solve any damn equation in a jiffy * rarely talks of anything else other than academics *She's th...

LAST TIMES… 1. Last beverage: tea 2. Last phone call: My grandmother 3. Last text message: Alisha 4. Last song you listened to: Saiyyan(Kailasa) 5. Last time you cried: Last night HAVE YOU EVER... 6. Dated someone twice: No 7. Been cheated on? No 8. Kissed someone & regretted it? No 9. Lost someone special? No. God, thank You for this… 10. Been depressed? Yes 11. Been drunk and threw up? No LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS: 12.Baby pink 13. Off-white 14. Peach FIRSTS : 15. Made new friends: Yes 16. Fallen out of love: No 17. Laughed until you cried: No 18. Met someone who changed you: No 19. Found out who your true friends were: Yes 20. Found out someone was talking about you: No HAVE YOU: 21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Yes, 3 people- Mom, Dad and lil’ sis 22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Almost all 23. How many kids do you want to have: 1 24. Do you have any pets: No 25. Do you want to change your name: No 26. What did you do for your last ...

Phoenix tagged me- list five of your obsessions. It actually gave me an opportunity for self-introspection .So thanks to her !! # Blogging : Needless to say why its on top of the chart. I blog to live and live to blog. My life began on blog and will end on it. Blogger has been a life support system. In fact, What is life if full of care, There is no time to blog and share ! Readers, are you convinced or should I go on ? # Internet: A lifeline for me. I get terribly disturbed if I cannot get online according to my sweet will. After all, it’s the key to my biggest obsession. And everything’s just a click away, unlike the real world- the world where we struggle for existence. # Reading : My earliest obsession. I have less of clothes and more of books. I wish I had all the books of the world at hand and would spend all my life reading them. But I always try to separate the chaff from the grain and taste, chew, swallow and digest them according to their importance. # Music : Listening to...

Reunions are always special,be it of persons or ideas.It’s a new beginning and reliving the pledges one took in the past. It’s a special time of the year and it was our school reunion today. The 2004 ICSE batch of Montfort’s.Well,it was the first reunion we ever had after graduating from the school.A gap of nearly five years. I traveled 80 kms by road to make it there.It was wonderful to re-live those school moments,cherished and entombed in the heart of every student. Those who couldn’t make it called up and we talked. It was more than a party-I was in my alma mater after 5 long years.Not much has changed except one thing. The saplings that we had planted have transformed into lush trees,standing in exuberance and style-seeming to tell us-See we’ve grown up,you are getting older. There was a friendly atmosphere and we all turned kids for sometime. So many of us used to quarrel over petty issues and over time,they were termed as “ego clashes”.But after so many years,there was none of i...