Post Some Love

I'm an old fashioned girl, I find letters cute. I wrote one to my cousin (who lived in the same city) a couple of years back during my summer break. And as soon as she got it, I made Papa drive me over to her place because I wanted to see how does it feel like receiving one. We read it together and giggled for almost an hour. It was totally lame, but then again, who isn't ? Why hide ? and I was merely 10, or maybe 12 or was it 11 ? Never mind.

Moral of the Story : Go post a letter today, and surprise the ones who are close to your heart. Give that sad lonely mailbox some pleasure.

Serenity

Its 12.27 at night and my heartiest love to all you night people out there.

I generally do not write posts like the one I just began typing but I've let my guard down because of the plain awesomeness of whats happening to me right now. Writing about it is all I can do to restrain myself from walking out of my room in my night dress at this hour.

My room is at the rear end of our home and the plot behind our home is blissfully empty, which makes every noise, every chitter chatter of the road back there, reach our ears ( I meant me and my brother's, Yes love, I have an angel for a brother, Wwwhhaaatt ? You don't know him ? Oh wait, I've never mentioned my brother on this blog, My bad, Well, he deserves to be mentioned in an entire new post, dedicated only to him). My mind has silently pasted a post-it on its wall, shall be done soon :)

Shh Shh Shh back to the current mood, Okay, so I have been telling you about the whereabouts of my room because something very serene is happening to me right now. I can listen to every ( well, almost every) raindrop falling on that road right now, and trust me, it's sheer music to my ears. As they say 'SOME FEEL THE RAIN, OTHERS JUST GET WET'. The cars brushing by the droplets, sudden lightening (the kind that makes the actress jump and very deliberately stick to her boyfriend's chest in bad movies :P).

I know I've dedicated a post to rain already, but why does this feel like something entirely different ? ;)

People always say rain is an over-rated concept, I hereby defy the concerned :P Calling rain over-rated would be the under-statement of the century, rain has hidden a million emotions in its innumerable droplets, It has mystery to it, much more mystery than human mind can handle. My air-conditioner has been depriving me of this pleasure since forever, thanks to my allergic nose and these irritating sneezing fits, I did not switch it on today, else this sweet melancholy would have never reached my ears.

Now I know why mom says ''there is always something good peeping out of a black cloud''

Project Happily Ever After

The Prince saves the damsel in distress from all evil, carries her on his white shiny horse, organizes a lavish wedding where the whole town is invited and together they take off to a place called 'Happily ever after'.

What if Cinderella's shoe fits another girl's foot before the prince reaches her doorstep ? Or fairy godmother loses track of time and surfaces an hour late ?

What if the cursed frog does not incarnate into a handsome prince when the princess kisses him ? (I'd rather say you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your handsome prince)

What if Snow white falls in love with a cute dwarf instead of the prince ? (Pick up your jaw, Matters involving heart are unquestionable)

What if Rapunzel's hair were filled with dandruff and lice ? (Eeeee, don't make that face, just an assumption) In that case she would have hugged and thanked the witch for chopping them short shreiking ''Thank you oldie, they itched a lot anyways".

But anyhow,I'm not trying to erase the concept of happily ever afters from your mind, I'm just arguing the case of my client ''I'm a little less that happily-ever-after''. He's sick of not being desired anywhere. (Oh yes baby, I'm quite expensive, he's paying me a fortune).

But seriously, answer me, What if these stories were a little less than perfect, I would have loved them anyway, as long as I was 7 years old and they succeeded in making me smile and giggle.

Few years down the line, when I should supposedly be expecting a H-E-A life, I'd rather live for the moment and in the moment, make my family delicious pancakes, sit by the porch with my partner, enjoy the rain, watch my kids make paper boats and feed them to the rain, feel content in the bliss showered by that very moment.

Imagine having nothing to worry about, wouldn't happiness lose all it's charm ?

Honey, they don't call ''making up after a fight'' the best thing ever for nothing.

A messy hair-do always looks more appealing than the perfectly sized and tied bun.

Grandma- No baby, that's not mandatory, I would have coaxed the author of this write-up into marrying you but I'm afraid there is a LITTLE age difference.

Let go off this mirage of happily-ever-after and seek content-ever-after.

Where there are Expectations, there is a Mask

Have you ever wondered why the best things in life are always unexpected, only because there were no expectations to compare them to. People expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones. How, and more importantly, Why does this happen ?

A small intense fight with her mom got her thinking about the E-word. Her mom was open about all her expectations from her and extremely fragile. She got slapped by reality in the face. As soon as her mom left the room, she opened the second drawer in her cupboard and looked at it. It was there. The MASK. Her MASK. Her virtual life savior.

It met her eyes, twisted its lips into a wicked smile and spat 

'So, You need me again ? I had my mind believe that this is my grave, after the way you threw me here the last time'

She managed a sad 'Yes, I need you again'

She grabbed it inhumanly, put it on her face and saw it coming to life, blending in with her, become an inseparable part of her being. She had suddenly become ugly to her own eyes. She strode out of my room, and let the veil take care of all she couldn't.

Later that night, She tore it away from herself, it had it's victory smile on, content as a vampire who had just ripped her throat off, and got a taste of her fresh human blood, fed on her.

She threw it away into it's regular place.

She was broke. She knew she was incomplete without it.

And they both drifted to sleep.

Was it wrong for her to put it on ? Should she have let mom feel bad and not care ? What is the thing with Expectations ? Why are they always touching the skies ? Is it really important to meet them ?

I say 'No, it's not'.
Stop meeting people's wrong expectations and in return they'll someday thank you for it.
Drop the veil and be the real you. You're fearless and brave.

Somebody you don't like, pretends to be a friend, and you have to fake it too.

Somebody will get hurt if you spill the truth, you are expected to zip your lip, and you do it. WHY ?

A wise soul once enlightened me saying

HAPPINESS = REALITY - EXPECTATIONS.

Wish it were all as easy as a mathematical problem.

Blessed are those who never expect, for they shall never get disappointed.


Time to unveil the true you, Expect less and Live more.

I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it

Hello there :)

How are you this morning ?
My second love, Sitcoms, were keeping me so busy, that my first love, my Blog, got a little neglected.
Oh yes, it complains and is very demanding.
I have been watching re-runs of 'Sex and the City' from quite a few days nights now and 'An american Girl in Paris Deux' still makes me go 'Big's back ? awwww :)' I know it might not have come up as a surprise if you've been stalking my blog a little, that I absolutely love the ladies.
I so know you.
I have little in common with them but every girl who watches the show will atleast once say 'Oh yeah, I've been there and I'm going to get Carrie's Manolo Blahniks at any damn cost' ;) This tale of 4 single ladies in Manhattan city took my mind on a breath-taking journey. I cried with them, fulminated with them, laughed (with Samantha when she said 'You pluck one grey hair, and 6 more come to it's funeral :D', thought about their relationships and what not. And what not is a translation only for 'what not' here.

The quotes framed by Bradshaw are Riveting. Engrossing. Thoughtful. Provoking. and Painfully disturbing at times. I adore these. Do you also relate to them ?

"As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a girl will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the could do, should do, would do, buckle up and just keep going. "

"But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."

“I admit it's tempting to wish for the perfect boss - the perfect parent - or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we've been dealt, and accessorize what we've got."

"After a while, you just want to be with the one that makes you laugh."

“Are there some women put in the world just to make you feel bad about yourself?”

"After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breathe and reboot."

"I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous , inconvenient, consuming, can't live-without-each-other-love. "

"Can we please talk about something else? I'll give you a hundred dollars if you say something bitchy about someone we know."

“Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, 

stop deciding exactly what we want, and just see what happens.”

"That's the thing about friends, they will always hold your hair back when you're sick."

" They say nothing lasts forever. Dreams change, Trends come and go, but friendships never goes out of style."

P.S. Stanford Blatch makes me want a gay best friend :) Is it just me or has every girl wished this once.

.. ☆ And the world is a Happy Heaven again ☆ - Pictures

Hey there, pretty heart :) Good Morning :)

Because writing was a 'Happy Accident' to me, I've sworn to make it happy for you too :)

  

It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in our sense of limitations. If we go into a dark room and turn on the light, it doesn't matter if the room has been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years -- we turn on the light and it is illuminated. Once we control our capacity for love and happiness, the light will be turned on.

Nirati ,the new young lady on blogger, this ones for you :) The secret to becoming who you wish to be begins with believing you can become what you wish to be.

Some see weeds, Others see wishes. Not much left for my words to convey.

The only person who is worth this pain is 'You'. The only person with whom you have spent and will spend most of your lifetime is 'You'. So go on, spend that time, that money and those efforts to make yourself happy. Make this day 'Your day' :) Make today 'Your day' :)

Love at first sight. I once saw a typewriter at a government office and fell in love. :* although it was not as pretty-looking as this one. This picture doesn't fit the bill but is too cute to be left out :)

*Hugs*

Victims of Cupid

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Enveloped in the strong hold of his arms, letting them protect her from evil, laying in them, and reciprocating, was all she desired. She knew his arms were her Castle and his Heart was her Sky. She was the undisputed queen of his heart. Resting in them, getting drenched in his toxic scent, always took her to a dream-world dotted by little angels, that sprinkled love all over with their magic wand. There was something about the way he slept, so serene, so subtle, so angelic, that gave her an adrenaline rush. She could hear a million words in his little gestures, and they made her feel like a Duchess, irrevocably and hopelessly in love with her Duke. She silently tip-toed her way to the rest room, slid out of her satin night dress and situated herself in her hot bath. A few minutes later, silently walking bare foot into the room,

**It so smells like him everywhere**

leaving behind trails of dripping water droplets along her way to their bed, she planted a sweet motherly kiss on his forehead to wake him up. He opened his eyes, soaked in the exquisite view of his beautiful duchess, gave a child-like mischievous curve to his perfect lips, that made him look disturbingly desirable and held her close to his chest. Ecstasy blanketed them. How they wished, time stopped, and they devour each other's presence and love forever. Few blissful heavenly moments later, he gently pressed his lips to hers and strode out of the bed. The call of the daily chores could not be ignored any more.

She sent a silent prayer to her God 'Gracious, for making him walk into my life'.

***

I have no clue what made my fingers type the above write-up but I thought it was time I made my thoughts see the light of the day. And my future knight in a matt-finish armor (shiny armors are so out of the game), I hope you fill my life with such love one day !

P.S. Cascada's 'Everytime we Touch' tingles every romantic molecule of my being whenever my headphones bring it to my ears. Do check it out, though I'm sure you must have heard it. :)

Honey, I'm all ears today

Oh yes baby, I'm all ears today. Let me get back to it in a while, after I celebrate my wide grin with all you beautiful people reading this.

If you've read my last post ( which was brutally suicidal ) you must be knowing how this universe conspired to make the past month of July, freakishly pathetic for me.
Not that I liked july earlier, but I hate it more than I hate tomatoes now. Yes, The tomatino festival of Spain literally made me want to puke my guts out, even Hrithik's abs weren't helping.

But as they say 'this too shall pass' and to my surprise, it has.

I'm a chirpy bird again :):)
*grinslikeanidiot*

And this really qualified to be a news I should share with this peaceful little place I can completely call my own.
But on the lame side, another thought crossed my messy mind, nothing "interesting", "aww" types, or "really? Is that true" kinda incident has happened to me in a long while. Sigh. Yes, poor me.

And then I got reminded of my sweet friends on blogger and here I am, ever so attentive to your interesting, happy, amusing life.

Let's have a little coffee-time gossip :)

Tell me what's on ! Trust me, I really want to know you better, after all we're friends for life here ;)

Are you the latest victim of cupid ?
Does mom still say 'you're of no use beta' ;) ?
Is he going to propose soon ?
Lusting after James Franco ? (I thought I had become crush-proof, lol, but he's my newest crush :D) *blushes*
What cool stuff did you grab from that sale ? :)
Is your BFF being all bitchy after the break up ?
Yes, I want to know it all, fill me in.

P.S. My new hair cut is keeping me so busy. I'm lovin' it. The fringe is awesome :) :D I just thought writing this in blue ink would express innately how excited I am :D I've never been this mad before :D 
I've put it up as my profile picture, Grab a look, offer lasts only for a limited period :D

Seriously, How lame was that ? :D Anyway, we all are a little lame, why cover up.

And although I'm just a few posts old, here I am giving out my first blog award 

Risha Kalra's I-Topia has earned this award :)

She gives me a smile and some food for thought, both simultaneously :)

*Hugs*