Previous Word : Fire.
Previous Word : Fire.
By 2050 :
Mirror, Mirror on the wall!
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Once upon a time, on a full moon night, somewhere in the West, someone may have spent a night like this :
Husband (relaxing after a long day of work in his balcony) : I love how peaceful the night is. Look at the full moon. It is heavenly!
His peace was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass! He hurriedly got up from his seat.
Wife (peeking out of the window from her bedside) : And there goes another bulb from your basketball court.
Husband : How many times will I have to tell your boy to aim for the basket and not for the lights?
Wife : Change the bulb for him tomorrow please. And he’s your son too!
Flopping back on his armchair, he looked up at the sky in exasperation.
Husband (to the moon) : If only you had been a little brighter, I wouldn’t have to keep changing bulbs then!
And that is when the idea hit him!
Husband : What if we made the moon brighter? What more would our company have to do to prove we indeed are the best in the business?
Meanwhile, here in India, on the same night, the moon smiled down as a young man was being agonized by his girlfriend to fish for the right kind of compliment. The Bollywood-romance stricken, Chetan Bhagat-Ravinder Singh avid reader, was barely wading through.
Boyfriend : Baby, you are so beautiful!
Girlfriend : Don’t you have anything new to say?
Boyfriend (clutching at any straws he could find!) : You’re as beautiful as the full moon!
Girlfriend (looking up at the sky) : The moon? This moon? The moon has black spots! Just look at it. I can’t believe you think I have bad skin. I use Fair And Lovely every day.
She walks off in a huff.
Boyfriend (hassled) : I wish someone gave a Fair And Lovely to the moon too!
Realizing she wasn’t coming back, he hurried to catch up with her!
Little did he know someone, somewhere was planning to do just that!
Jokes aside, here’s what a Swedish cosmetics company has proposed to achieve, if all goes well :
A Sweden-based cosmetics company has proposed a bizarre new method to eliminate the need for streetlights – brighten the surface of the Moon.The idea is to use materials already on the Moon to lighten its surface. The goal is to reflect slightly more sunlight onto Earth, making the night sky brighter, according to the company’s think-tank Foreo Institute.A brighter night sky would mean less need for streetlights, which could potentially translate to less electricity usage and thus fewer globe-warming carbon emissions, it said.…
“Making the Moon brighter is not something I’ve ever heard of in the geoengineering literature,” said Ben Kravitz, a postdoctoral researcher in the atmospheric sciences and global change division of Pacific Northwest National Laboratory.
Foreo’s claims to have raised USD 52 million for research and testing and a timeline on the company’s website says its first Moon mission is slated for 2020 with new rovers deploying every three years.
Foreo suggests the brightening effect would happen gradually over 30 years, allowing humans and animals time to adjust.
What do you have to say about it? 😉
P.S. : Regardless to say, I do not intend to harm anyone’s sentiments scientifically or cosmetically!
I trudged along the road,
Seeming as it may,
To my tired eyes,
The same each day.
The dust swirls,
The Sun rays blind,
The leaves strewn all over,
Blank thoughts crossing my mind.
You came in like,
A whiff of fresh air,
You seemed to be the answer,
To my daily morning prayer!
The road seemed new,
Through the shine in my eyes,
A smile is what I had,
For every tuppence and pice!
The breeze seemed lovely,
The Sun rays warm,
The flowers shining among the strewn leaves,
Thoughts of love became a norm!
The moment I laid eyes on you,
My world turned upside down,
For the princess that dwells in you,
You deserve every crown!
P.S. : Aayush, this one is for you! May 12th April be etched in our lives as one of your happiest days! Wish you loads of love and happiness in the coming times ❤
Warning : Rambling ahead.
I am sitting somewhere (bored to the hilt!) and writing this post where I shouldn’t be writing it from, which I am obviously not going to divulge here!
The past few days a lot of stuff has been swirling around in this crammed head of mine and it’s time to check with you awesome people whether my mind is still okay or is it time for therapy?
Never focus on only one person in your life. Be it friends or family (which rarely happens these days, honestly!) or even your love. And even your love.
Of course he/she maybe the love of your life and your soul mate and your Knight in Shining Armour/Damsel in distress waiting to be rescued and you would vehemently disagree with me, but hear me out!
Sure that person is the one you want to spend your whole life with but do not focus on only that person. Remember before your love came along you had others in your life who loved you, cared for you, cried tears of joys in your wins and held your hand to get you through those tough times? Those people also matter. Yes, they still matter. And you have to let them know that they matter. By actions as much as words. It may be just one person or two or several but let them know and be there for them.
You don’t want to be so content in one single relationship that you don’t even realize when the others left you behind and all you were left were with memories and ‘what ifs’ and ‘had I’s’.
It is good to have someone to go to in case you need to let out steam or you know just want a change of scene!
And frankly being tied to the hip is somewhat uncomfortable to those around you, irrespective of how many compliments about ‘cute’, ‘romantic’ and ‘perfect’ you get!
Note to self: Keep the ones who want to make you smile dear. There’s more than one person of that kind.
But, hey! That’s just what I think! What do you think? Am I going bonkers or do you finally see sense on this blog after long? [Hint: Just leave lots of love and affection in the comments! And side by me. Shhh!]
P.S. :Thank you Regular Indian Girl for the book series. That may have influenced the post a little! Just a wee bit.
Vinita left her office late tonight. There was work to do and her husband was not in town also. She was just going home for dinner and sleep. What she did not account for was the weather! She’d barely walked five minutes from her office that winds started blowing the dust and grime from the road into her eyes, hair, everywhere! The weather turned nasty within seconds and she knew if she didn’t find a cab immediately she would be stuck for a while in the rain. But as usual, taxis weren’t available just when she needed it the most. She walked to the nearest taxi assistance bay and stood in the shade provided hoping like everything else in this city, this wouldn’t be shoddy enough to fly away with the winds.
A young couple came and stood near her in just a while. It had started raining by then. She was struggling to make her umbrella keep the windy rains at bay. So was the guy standing beside her. His girlfriend (Vinita assumed) started laughing and told him, “You know it’s really okay if we get wet once in a while. And as it is I don’t think the umbrella is going to be any good against these winds.” Laughing in agreement, he snuggled her closer.
She smiled at her own naivety and closed the umbrella for good. She didn’t want to stare at them but they reminded her of her younger self and Shashank. Shashank used to love those long walks after the rain, the dinners at the dhaba, and those little surprises he used to spring at her every now and then, she reminisced! Her brother used to say he could see the love in their eyes. They were inseparable. Still are. Work made them too busy for each other. Not that it reduced their love in any manner, but still. It made her sad at times. She missed those times when their time together was entirely theirs. She missed those courtship and early marriage days when they were still discovering each other. She missed those times when she used to gasp at tickets for sudden weekend getaways or a Sunday brunch in bed.
But the signs of love were unmissable. The routine peck before dropping her to office, the occasional Sunday dinners at her favourite diner, sitting with her in the balcony in silence just looking at her while she stared out at the celestial bodies, the cute way in which he still held her hand when they were at social gatherings or the firm grip when in crowds.
Her phone’s vibrations startled her! ‘Shashank calling’ it flashed. So looks like hubby’s day is over, she thought smiling at the phone. Wiping her wet hand on her already wet trousers, she swiped the answer icon.
“Hi,” she answered.
“Hi, Vini! Where are you?”, he asked.
“Oh don’t ask. I still haven’t reached home.I left office late today.”
“Oh! You’re stuck in the rain?” he asked and then cursed himself! She heard both!
“Yes. Wait. How do you know?” she immediately asked.
“Baby, I am waiting at the door for you. I thought I’ll surprise you by flying in a day early! But guess who’s surprised?,” he asked mockingly. “Oh and I should tell you I don’t have the keys. My set is lying inside the house.”
Laughing aloud, barely able to contain her happiness, hand out stretched in the rain, she looked up towards the sky closing her eyes to send a silent ‘Thank You’ to the one above, while she said to her love, “Serves you right! Now wait for me, while I wade through these waters to get to you!”
“Like I had any other option! I am really hungry. Come soon!,” he said keeping the line, not before saying, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You make my days seem like ages, and my hours seem like minutes.
You flirt all you want, but I sense the pain in your heart.
You are charming and maybe truly my lucky charm.
You make my worries vanish, and my lips smile to the fullest.
You are a rarity, both literally and rhetorically.
You seem to have been with me since ever and to think we will remain together forever.
And standing by you, with you, for you is as easy as breathing.
The touch of your skin,
The blaze in my heart,
The bumps on my skin,
Victory in your heart.
The glow in your eyes,
The warmth on my face,
Welled tears to my eyes,
That smile on your face.
I danced into your arms,
Cradled for life,
Throwing around you my arms,
For the last time, before I became his wife.
He checked the box for the bracelet the umpteenth time. Another twelve hours and she would be back, by what his mother knew. Some urgent work had cropped up and they had gone over to her mother’s hometown. Again what his mother knew.
As he cleared his bed, to retire for the night, he coaxed himself aloud for not having apologised to her earlier. It had been a week since they had last spoken. He knew she wanted him to take the first step. After all he was the one who insulted her, disappointed her. He hadn’t meant to do it, obviously, but nevertheless he did do it.
“Ego. That is what your problem is, Hiten. You knew you were wrong. Yet, you couldn’t be bothered enough to say a simple sorry! You took it all out on her instead. Moron! Of course, she wouldn’t talk to you,” he chided himself, rolling up his clothes in a ball and dumping them on the chair. Removing his laptop and its charger tangled with the endless earphones, “Make sure you don’t hurt her again. It’s her birthday the day after. Make it her best. You know you love her. She needs to know it too. Enough with your… Ahh! Finally!” he exhaled jubilantly on untangling the wiry mess.
He fell off to sleep thinking about her.
Having snoozed his alarm twice, Hiten woke up only when his mother came to remind him he would be late for office. He told her he was taking the Saturday off. Only when he finally got out of bed, did he realize he had only an hour left before Deepti’s train arrived.
Barely had he awoken, when his mother came in blabbering excitedly, “I just spoke to Gauri bhabhi (referring to Deepti’s mother and their neighbour)
“That is a beautiful wedding dress you’re wearing! Do you need any help?” Sweta came in, asking cheerfully.
“No, you’ve done so much already. Thank you so much! Your entire hotel staff has been very helpful,” gushed the bride, Payal.
“That’s the job, you know,” pat came the reply, knowing fully well that she always gave in more than required for wedding events.
“Oh and thank you for complimenting the saree. I designed it,” Payal said modestly. Softly, she added, looking into the mirror, “Probably one of my last.”
“Why?” Sweta asked, shocked! “It really is none of my business. I am sorry!” she added hastily.
“No, it’s nothing that personal. His parents aren’t really comfortable with my degree in fashion designing, being orthodox and all. So I am not pursuing professionally anymore. But it’s okay. I think I have made peace with it.”
“Payal, I don’t have any right to say this to you. And certainly not on your wedding day, but had I not spoken up during my wedding, I wouldn’t actually be here managing your wedding. I was to get married last year but my would be in-laws weren’t comfortable with a working daughter-in-law. I had nearly agreed to their demand too, but as the wedding came closer I was more and more unsure of the whole compromise. I spoke to my fiance, but unfortunately he didn’t have enough spine to stand up for me. So I took my own stand and here I am. And I can tell you I am not repenting the decision! In fact, my life’s happier today.”
“What do you mean, Sweta? What are you suggesting?!” the bride asked, aghast.
“Simply that you talk to your guy once and if he really loves you and deserves you, he’ll be there to stand by you. Otherwise, you seem to have already made peace with it. Almost. Have you spoken to him about it?”
“Actually, not that seriously, though I have thought about it a lot,” she confessed.
“I think you should talk to him. But only if you want to.”
She immediately picked up the phone and texted her fiance to come over to the bridal room.
“I have called him over. He’s coming in 2 minutes! Can you please stay?” Payal requested.
“Are you sure you want me to?” Sweta asked, going and holding the bride’s hand, and sitting beside her.
The bride simply nodded in return, breathing deeply.
“Everything alright, Payal? Oh hi, Sweta! Your decorations are turning out to be fantastic! I love what your team is doing.” Gaurav smiled, looking at both the ladies.
“I need to talk to you, Gaurav. And Sweta will stay.”
“Okay. Should I be afraid? What is it, Ma’am that seems to be making you so nervous?” Gaurav asked, perplexed.
“Gaurav, I love you. A lot. And you love me too. I know that. But there is something I want from you before our wedding. I know I am being really silly picking this up now, but it’s important. I have been thinking about it for the past few days.”
“You’re scaring me, baby.”
“Let me complete,” she said cutting him off. “I am passionate about designing. I know I haven’t been successful enough to shut people up yet, but you know if I take those last few steps I can make it through. Your parents do not want me to work, but frankly I cannot see myself sitting at home waiting for you to come back from work everyday. I do not want to disrespect your parents at all or make them feel I am turning their son against them, but this is what defines me, Gaurav. My art. That is why you fell in love with me! Remember? All I am saying is I don’t think I am ready to give up on my career yet. You know, Sweta, wouldn’t have been fulfilling my dream wedding here if she had gone ahead with her own wedding! I admire her. She’s an amazing person. And she’s so happy because she dared to keep up with her passion. I don’t want to give up on my passion, Gaurav. I want to be happy with you and I am afraid if I give up my work I might end up blaming myself for not having had the courage to talk to you about it. That’s it.”
“That’s it? Payal, I never supported my parents’ decision regarding you giving up your work. And I would have to spoken to them if you had told me earlier! You seemed so okay with it that discussing this never crossed my mind. I would never want you to give up what you love. Come here,” he said, walking up to her to give her a quick hug.
“Thank you so much, Gaurav. Thank you!” she said, feeling so relieved in his arms!
“Umm, can we not ruin the bride’s make-up please?” Sweta said gently, easing her way out of the room.
“Sweta, wait!” Payal said, walking over to her quickly to give her a tight hug. “I cannot thank you enough for what you just did. Now, I can get married carefree! I owe this to you.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Payal. Just promise me you’re going to design my wedding saree!”
“I wouldn’t let you get it designed by anyone else!” Payal mocked shockingly, while the other two laughed heartily.And today, Sweta, felt like she’d arranged more than just a wedding. She’d supported another woman the same way her mother had supported her. She knew her mother would be the happiest today, had she been around. And, truly, the Heavens did smile down at her. Graciously Yours!
P.S. : I am back! And yes, that’s sketched by me.
Gingerly placing her foot on the steps, she landed quietly on the floor. She faced to give him a quick smile but he was looking out into the blackness. “Fine,” is all she thought. She sat opposite to him on the other end of the berth and put her cell on charge. Waiting for it to boot, she started looking in his direction discreetly, choosing to stare at the space beyond him. She folded her legs and brought her knees close to her chest. She made herself comfortable, tilting her head and resting it near the window sill.
He was reading, sometimes staring at the pitch black interspersed with white blobs. He wanted to speak with her, listen to her voice again, but was wondering how to begin. She was looking beyond him. Her hair tied loosely in plaits, falling on her right shoulder, her glasses on; lost in thoughts she looked adorable, sitting right in front of him. A while later, she started texting constantly. In between, she pulled the window up halfway. The cool breeze blew through those curls and sleep started fluttering in her eyes. He could make out she was tired.
She was tired of talking to her friends and coordinating between them both. In between while waiting for the network to catch up, she kept her phone aside and closed her eyes.
While sleep bewitched her, it eluded him. He realized after a while that she’d fallen asleep with her legs still pulled to her chest, hands crossing her knees and head still tilted. Closing his book, he chose to simply sit and gaze at the face that had captured his attention. Was he dying to get to know her or what?!
Afraid she might catch a cold; he picked her blanket from the upper berth and put it over her. Satisfied, she would be fine, he decided to give sleep a shot.
She yawned and opened her eyes. She was blankly staring at the man sleeping before her. It took her a while to realize what must have happened last night. She straightened her head while her neck muscles cried with searing pain. Blinking sleep out of her eyes, she picked up her cell. It showed 5:56 am. She’d slept through the night on his berth while he must have been awake or terribly uncomfortable while sleeping, at least. She then noticed her blanket draped on her. Pleasantly shocked, a small smile on her face, she admired what she saw. The rising sun never looked so beautiful.
At 6:15 am, her alarm rang out, waking him out of his slumber. While he was still stirring out of his sleep, she sheepishly climbed up her berth again. Her station had almost arrived by the time she assembled everything and made herself presentable again. When she came down again, she noticed, he was ready to move out too.
The train chugged into the platform. They stood side by side, each hoping for the other to begin. Passengers were bustling around them. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was looking out at the platform. “I should at least thank him out of gratitude,” she thought. Unable to take it anymore, she closed her eyes, took a really deep breath, exhaled, and before her mind changed itself, she turned to speak to him. But he was rummaging for something, in his backpack, book in hand! As the train came to a halt, two men came up from behind to greet him. Friends, brothers, whatever. She wasn’t interested. She was disappointed. She looked away.
As they led him away, she picked up her suitcase and bag, not wanting to waste anymore time. There was a book lying on the berth. Hastily, she picked it up!
She thought she caught a fleeting glimpse of a smile in her direction, as she saw him out on the platform.
He thought he caught a fleeting glimpse of the book in her hand before he turned away.
On instinct, she opened the book. Scribbled across the first page, was a name and number. Indeed, he did make the first move! And she couldn’t wait to make the next!
P.S. : I cannot wait for criticism (hopefully, constructive!), love, humour and kindness to be showered on the piece. Please tell me if you like it. It’ll encourage me to pen some more of these 🙂