At peace within.

 

 

Her petite frame stood by the window, the hands outstretched to feel the torrential rains pour down on her palms.

He went and held her by the waist, nestling her back into his arms.

They stood like that for ages it seemed. The chill in the air, peace in her breaths, the sound of the claps followed by her slightest shudders, brought him still closer to her. 

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and took her hand and slipped on the ring.

“Marry me, will you?”

He felt the sharp intake of breath, goosebumps run all over her while the skies lit up in full approval!

With quivering lips, a heart thudding out of her chest, she turned to bury her face in his torso. 

The tears welled in her eyes. They flowed down to his heart, as the nurse came in and said, “The patient needs to rest. She has her last chemo tomorrow.”

Graciously Yours!

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IN LOVE… WITH LIFE.

 
I was in love with life.
Until...

All those small moments shared,

All those little secrets told,

All those great mysteries unfolded,

We were there for one other unrivalled.

 

Tagging along, always found by my side,

Today, when I turn, I see none beside.

A twinkle here, a smile there,

Would make my day, no matter where.

 

You were my solace, you were my charm,

You turned out to be the one who caused me harm.

Little did I know, how it would end,

You twirled my life around a hair-pin bend.

 

You decided to make things bad,

You decided to ignore me,

You thought you could turn the table around,

You thought you were the one who’d survive,

But I am the one who did.

 

I am glad you were there,

And I am sad you aren’t now.

But one thing is for sure,

I am in love… With life… Again!

 

Graciously Yours!

Spam Alert!

Technology at times, rears its ill head out of the muck in the most comical of ways possible.

I got spammed by someone yesterday who randomly found my number from a service called ‘TrueCaller’ and sent me a friendship request on ‘Whatsapp’.  So with advancement of technology, these unwanted friendship requests from strangers have advanced from Orkut then Facebook and now Whatsapp. I found a novel way to wriggle out of it! Novel for me, don’t know about you.

Check it out :

And that was the last I heard from him! 😀

Graciously Yours!

MISSING – Fellow Blogger.

Dear Fellow Blogger,

You swooped down on my blog one fine day and showered me with comments. We almost started a mutual admiration society. You excited the writer in me and made me want to please the friendly critic in you. You introduced me to the Army man’s perspective of the written word and rendered me speechless over more than a creation or two! You appreciated all, criticized where absolutely necessary, saw the good, tried to reform the bad. The beacon to many in this dashed world of hopes. The country’s soldier, loving wife’s caring husband and a doting father to two adorable little girls, you aroused sentimentalities in numerous fellow bloggers.

It’s been more than six months since you last wrote. It’s been more than four months that I kept thinking about what made you stop. It’s been over three months since I left you mails, still lying unanswered.

For the sake of you and your family and the numerous people you’ve trapped in your swiftly and delicately woven web of words, I sincerely pray that you’re just stuck in one of those Indian Army assignments, which has probably taken you to a WiFi-barren remote location, where you just haven’t found the access to share your stories with us yet!

I cannot think of anything more depressing than this.

I miss having you around.

Graciously Yours!

 

 

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A Look Is All It Took.

“And up next is the hot favorite of the season — Nikhil with the slew of his latest songs!”

The crowd roared in welcome. He was her current favorite singer. She was in love with his voice. And his face, too. But voice more. And then he walked onto the stage. She wasn’t crazy enough to try and leap across the stage security but she was crazy enough to get up on the benches and cheer for him.

When he started singing, her friend pulled her down on the seat again and they started swaying to the voice. The rawness, love, passion in his voice that she heard sent her tumbling in a world of her own. Her friend jabbed her in the ribs. She tore her eyes from the stage and looked at her companion angrily! The friend just nicked a look towards a group of boys sitting a few feet away. Some of them randomly had their cell phone cameras focusing in their direction arbitrarily. Some randomness.

She caught one of them looking at her and when they caught eye contact, he looked away not losing the smile.

The smile seemed eerie.

The paranoia triggered.

She had countless incidents running through her head. Nikhil’s voice had been pushed to the background to the constant stream of chatter of safety, security, and self precautionary measures she had heard in the 24 years of life! She chided herself for having come without a male companion.

Any direction she looked, any smile she caught, any stray look she saw, made her heart sink lower.  She crossed her legs. Sat upright. Lost her smile.

A Look Is All It Took.

Why I am not safe among my own?

The Romance Of It.

The wind caressing my tresses,
The Sun glinting at my glimpse,
The trees shaking their boughs,
The flowers showering themselves on me,
The leaves crowning my head,
The dew melting at my touch,
The grass tickling my soles,
The birds singing, crickets chirping, bees humming to make their presence felt,
The flowers spreading their perfumes,  tingling my senses,
The butterflies adorning me with their touch,
Oh and the crows shitting me with luck!

So much love and I’m still looking for more?

Graciously Yours!

How Not To …?

I’ve been meaning to write this for a really long time but something or the other delays it! Now, I can finally remove this from my drafts and put it on to the blog for all of you to savor.

One of those days when I was checking how good Google (India) is, I randomly typed “how not to” and I was awarded with such hilarious, disturbing and innovative questions that I just had to share it.

1. How not to get pregnant?

Okay, this one makes sense considering how desperately we’re trying to go for population control in India! Also points me towards how many nerve wrecked young girls there might be in my country presently. (But, shh! The countless Indians who, hailing from the land of Kamasutra, still believe sex to be a taboo might take offence!)

 

2. How not to make money?

Strange. Why would someone not want to make money? But then it dawns on me. Considering the Indian politicians make hundreds of crores a year through scams and scams only while flouting all sorts of laws of the land, they might be looking towards the Google magic to find more innovative and devious ways to loot the public!

 

3. How not to fall in love?.

Why! Oh why! Why would you not want to fall in love? Don’t go for the possessive, controlling, obsessed sort of love but what about the relaxing, serene, completing sort of love? Unless, they’re trying to find out ways to not fall in love with the numerous beautiful lasses who ‘rule’ Bollywood not based on their acting skills but based on their PR, make-up artist and stylist’s skills. Then it really is acceptable! Go ahead and give me some tips too. For The Guy Friend I have. He’s completely bonkers for a certain Katrina Kaif.

 

4. How not to be lazy?

I’ll tell you how. Get your lazy ass up from the chair, keep your phone aside and start doing your work! That’s how.

 

And here’s my question which I would like to ask Google.

How not to use Google?

What’s your How not to …?

Waiting!

 

Graciously Yours!

Courage does not come with age.

She sat quietly in the corner of the class. At the edge of the seat. She was staring at the blackboard in front of her, thoughts wandering elsewhere. The teacher was writing in white. Her classmates were copying. Her partner nudged her out of her reverie, beckoned her to scribble along.

Continue reading Courage does not come with age.

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