My idea of a perfect life would be where I will be content, free from my past, and completely living in the present. I want to be madly in love. Overcome with passion. Drunk from the adrenalin rush. There will not be even a moment's boredom. Living should be addictive.
I want to have my love with me, two people living in harmony, who may have different characteristics but that difference only enhances theories partnership. A man with whom I can be free. Uninhabited. Improving each other.
I want to live in London. Be a part of the crazy crowd. Doing a job that challenges me yet does not restrict me. I want to have a comfortable amount of money, one which allows me to buy lo...
A perfect day:
I open my eyes, without any alarm, as the bright sunrays stream through my floor-to-ceiling glass wall. My body brushes against your warm skin...and you plant a kiss on.me... as we both wake up to a new day. We have the whole day to explore this paradise. A land with emerald waters and azure sky, pristine beaches and the warm sea. We are on a holiday. Not a hurried touristy one, but a long-stretched break to soak in the sun and the sea.
You and I make love on the beach, away from the crowd, exposed to nature, as pure as it can be. And in thar moment we become together. We know we've found our soulmate. And it's a day as perfect as it can be.
What seems to be the ISSUE? Where does it HURT?
The issue is in attachments. In letting go of mundane things, like a red nescafe mug, a centre table that wobbles when you put your feet up on it, a yellow-&-green sofa, all the miniature liquor bottles. Stacks of books...each one read and treasured and having that familiar smell. Just lots of seashells and pebbles on a blue glass plate. And a place that was known as home.
It hurts knowing that now I'm a stranger there. My turtles don't know me anymore. If I go there, I have to ask for the occupants' permission to go to the loo or to have a glass of water.
It's a thorn that pricks at your throat, one that doesn't stop your life, but certai...
On an early morning train to Cambridge...just watching the world pass by...through rain-soaked windows. The weekend went good. Had fun and peace, some misunderstandings too, but thankfully that didn't linger for long. Now if I look back, maybe I could have avoided that. So life lesson gathered- take a deep breath before reacting, and think, is it really important? Or you could just keep it simple? Maybe it is just a temporary emotion. So think, speak, act, and save your sanity.
The mind is a treachorous beast. It attacks you suddenly. And it works against you sometimes, trapping you in a suffering you can't escape from. How can you run away from yourself?
It's a blur really. The line between truth and illusions. Did that actually happen, or I made it up inside my mind? If I deny, will anything change? If I accept, what will change?
It eats you up. And you know there's no escape. Waiting for redemption is the only option.
There are things I don't want to learn
And the last one I had made me cry
So I don't want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because it ain't no joy
For an uptown girl
Whose teacher will tell her goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
On a road trip...with my love, to celebrate life's wonders! Scotland, here we come.
Describing two parallel love stories...
The first one started in 2008. Just out of college, dreamy-eyed and optimistic, it was love at first sight. The new horizons, learnings, discoveries, mysteries, profit and loss, independence - the list can go and on. I never felt I'll part with it. It was an integral part of my life. All my happiness and sadness and emotions were somehow connected to it.
The second one actually started earlier, in 2007. First friends then lovers. We did everything together. It was a model relationship, everybody was happy, and it went on in an easy pace. With time, the bond grew stronger (or so we thought). We were partners in everything, be it a science experiment o...
I promised myself that I won't fall in love with you. But it was 3 am and we were laughing like crazy and I felt so ridiculously happy after a long time ...then I looked into your eyes and I knew, I was screwed.
Sometimes when I'm driving a car on the highway, for a long time, at a speed that thrills me, I get a moment of blankness. In that moment I don't know who I am, whose is the hand that is driving this vehicle, where it's going, or where it's coming from. It's a moment of pure bliss and pure chaos. A time when your mind and your heart are at complete diagonals.
And there are times in your life also, as such.
"What happens after happily ever after?
Happiness, I suppose. Somewhere
the moon is full. Somewhere...
Red Riding Hood becomes the wolf."
(Courtesy: Sade Andria Zabala)
Addiction is something that doesn't let you go. It becomes your master, your controller, your very own escape zone. It can be harmful at times, because you lose yourself. You forget what's important, and you pursue the addiction mercilessly.
For me, addictions changed over time. Once I was addicted to a certain character in a TV series. I became obsessive. I remember cancelling vacations with my family because that would mean I'll miss the show.
Later it was about a man. The addiction cost me dearly. I lost the sense of right and wrong, and hopelessly plunged into it. Took me quite some time for rehab.
Nowadays the addiction is freedom. I enjoy myself immensely...I take wrong steps, I mak...
There was a time, not very far ago, the only thing I wanted was to start fresh. I guess everybody has this urge sometimes in their life; to be granted a new slae, to look at the world in wonder and celebrate life newly. So me too... after a lot of thinking, took the risk to start afresh.
It's a risk. A chance. And it may prove wrong, it may wreck my whole life. But then again, it may fulfil me too. And I'm glad I took the leap. I discovered myself. I'm experiencing failures, heartbreaks, pain, love, friendship, freedom. Adulthood. I now know whatever you do, whichever way you go, you have to pay the price. Life will take its toll from you.
I have been lucky. Extremely so. I've got wonder...
Move Out Monday
We are not trees. We are not rooted to a particular piece of ground.
So given a chance, I would like to go to every country possible. Not as a tourist. As a resident, with a job, experiencing the life there.
Because as I grow up, I realise that only we are responsible for creating barriers. We limit ourselves, saying that I'm from a particular country, region, caste, religion, gender, cuisine, culture. While all these are a part of my identity, they don't define me. And I'm thirsty for more. For soaking in places which are unknown. Outside my comfort zone. Where I won't get rice or fish or wifi or lipstick or microwave oven - and still survive just fine.
And the ideal jo...
The chain that binds us...is called reality. If we can break free from it, there's no limitation anywhere.
For me, I would like to time-travel. The ultimate mind-bender, the ultimate challenge to what we know is true or what's false. That will be great.
I will only date you if
You have a great sense of humour, can be witty, and see things lightly.
You have a mind that can think freely, not bogged down by religion or rituals or culture or politics.
You acknowledge an woman as a human being, having intelligence, rights, opinions, faults, and shortcomings.
You believe in freedom of expression. You don't judge people based on what they eat or wear.
You are flexible, open to possibilities, tolerant towards different viewpoints.
You smell good, have basic manners, and carry yourself confidently.
An exposure to music, movies, literature would be awesome.
Should be passionate about travels, adventures, and taking risks.
You treat people ...
When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let it lie open.
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring.
This is actually a line that I used on a guy. It is not a pick-up line per say, but it was bold and definitely an attempt to draw his attention.
So some colleagues were meeting up for coffee after a hectic day in office. My house was a bit far, and as we all were about to leave, he asked me to go safe as I'll be walking alone. I promptly replied, "But I am not walking alone...you'll come with me right?" Everybody started laughing and he did walk me home that night.
There are times when things come to a standstill. Both of us want the same thing, to be together. We know it's not a passing phase, not a temporary crush, not a whim. It's something extremely important. Probably the most important step; one which will shape the rest of our lives.
Still sometimes there are clashes between the head and the heart. Should we seize the day, or save for a better tomorrow? Should we always be spontaneous and unplanned, or rather think about a future? It's so contradictory...the choices we have, and the consequences.
So we fight and cry and scream. We get frustrated, because we cannot make ourselves understood. We blame, hurt and complain on each other. And it go...
I was never much into sports. In school, I would be the overweight girl, huffing and puffing, standing in a corner, sweating like anything. Once I took part in a hundred-meter race and came 10th among 10 competitors. So, needless to say, I hated athletic activities of any kind.
The realisation came quite late. I was around 28 when I started feeling not so happy in my body. I joined a zumba class in my office, and, surprise, surprise, it was love at first sight
I didn't miss a single class, I loved the burst of energy I got, the pain, the sweat, it was all worth it. And then I joined a gym.
Now I love working out. I don't do it only because I need to maintain myself, but I act...
The things I always crave for-
laughing like crazy
travelling like a nomad
singing in the bathroom
soaking in a bathtub
sleeping on the terrace
everything with you.
"Ohh I have got a nice obedient pet," exclaimed the robot as it trained its human to climb up and down the dollhouse.
As they say, memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. Our memories make us what we are today. For this week's theme, I will be listing down five memories that I have, but one will be modified/extended/distorted. You have to find out which one (or ones) it is! There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.....so let the fun begin.
1) I go to a shop to buy some groceries. Only my sis is at home. When I come back, I see her standing outside our flat, the door closed behind her. She's wearing a faded tshirt and torn shorts and a clueless expression, with a peeler in on...
Sometimes when thoughts pour out of your mind, drowning you in their flow, engulfing you, nothing else will do other than a bottle of wine. The topic was, inspired by the film, "Can you love two people at once?" Tricky, I know!
S is deadly against the idea. For him, love is something very pure, precious, something that is beyond logic, and loyalty is the number one criteria for it. In your mind you can only give place to one person at one time. He could not understand how people get married while they still love somebody else. The heart, as he says, must be pure, and dedicated to only one.
The thought is romantic, no doubt about it. But in today's world, is it possible? We have hundred...
There are times when I just want to crawl into a hole and never come out. Never to face the world again, not to talk with anybody, just be alone with my demons. Times like that- feels they will never end. The pain is so real; the suffocation in your chest, the quivering of your gut, the tears, the howling- it's a real physical suffering. It goes on and on, and suddenly, it stops. I don't have any control over it. It comes and goes as it pkeases.
The triggers are unexpected, and frequently, very subtle. They can occur anytime. And those times I doo wish I was normal. I wish to lead my life just like 100 other girls...who has a plan, who are not confused. But I fail. Miserably. And the circl...
Tomorrow will be the one-year completion of a very special relationship in my life. It has no name as such, but it's one of the most exciting and lovely phase of my life. I met someone who's intelligent, charming, caring, and a child at heart. We clicked instantly. We went from being acquaintances to lovers in few hours....it was a miracle that happened. I thoroughly cherished the short time we had.
And now, what a surprise! The best gift that someone could have given me, his time and undivided attention, and treating me like a princess. Thanks a lot. From midnight terrace talks to bike rides, from never-ending shopping trips to first lesson in snookers, it was a time to remember.
I face difficulties every now and then, which are completely unique and still just like anybody else. The reaction which I give is not always very rational. And I'm not fair, I expect people to treat me royally even when I misbehave with them. Luckily I've been blessed with some wonderful people in my life; who see through me, know what I'm actually, and make me feel that I'm the most important person in the world.
On my birthday, I would like to thank these very special persons in my life, who have certainly made it a much better place! Thanks a lot. You have stood beside me through thick and thin, tolerated my every tantrum, and yet you are able to look at me like I'm magic....