Thursday, August 13, 2015

The disavowed love

She thought of him.. She thought of the various shades his eyes gleamed, reflecting her dupatta, as they met hers, myriad colours - especially white. His laughter, the child-like and cuteish one, that which made her wonder why she'd fallen in love with a boy. His quietness, and the times she wished he'd stopped for a breath.

Her mind raced through the fervency with which they fought, if fights were kisses they might have nipped each other a few times, seen a dozen hickeys or so.

She thought of him as she walked the rains.. sometimes as she bought a coffee at their favourite joint. Shirts at his favourite shops whispered his name - those pale blues yellows, checks, stripes everything under the sun - he looked ripping hot to her in everything, and in nothing. She thought of the hundred and twenty ways he kissed her without using his hands, and with.

She thought of everything but their future, as there was none. 

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Blessed art thou

I have a blessed life you know - the fairy tale types where u get to marry the guy you want - *that* guy who is not only intelligent, but handsome, flirtatious (with all women, grr) and who's got wry but acceptable humor, one who looks cool in all photos taken in all angles whereas u with caked one inch makeup cant look okay for a profile pic kooda, and then God gets kinder and even gives you *that* girl baby you wanted. As I am writing I am done celebrating my little ones half birthday thru the week - pics coming up. 6 months of awesome ups and downs.

But when has man a perfect life? I always had one or two reasons to hate someone down to the very marrow of my bone, just cos it feels right to hate, however harsh the word hate is. I am a freaking Cancarian - those that are intuitive, can assume fairly right and can be sentimental over a freaking assumption all the same which is another reason to support my seething anger as well.

I was slightly annoyed today, slightly that I might have thrown anyone who crossed my lane off the roof, so there. And I open my mailbox and I have one of the sweetest mail :) someone made my day with few nice words. No flattery, no unnecessary paints, just dil se types, right from the heart, point blank and it made all my anger vaporise into thin air :) I am still lucky in many ways.

Sometimes I blaspheme for God had let a few people in my life, other times like this I thank! They are the light leaves which makes you forget the storm. I hope my well wishes fares an incredulous journey in the new path they've taken. #blog #gratitude