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Little Moments Of Bliss is a silhouette of a feeling that resides in my heart. A software engineer by degree, a writer at heart, and a teacher by profession, I'm all that I never thought I would be. Pretty pictures,a poem that blatantly refuses to rhyme, a text from a deranged friend, a sudden gesture of love, its these little things in life, that matter and sprinkle bliss. Grace the couch and share a cuppa!

April 21, 2012

Sweet Oblivion.

She woke up to an unrealized dream untangling itself in her sub-conscience. She decided to give it some more time and lied there for another hour, drowning herself in her furry bed covers. The alarm snoozed with a shrill noise and she lazily searched for her phone under the pillow. She called office, two long impatient rings, a silent click and she left a message informing about her sick leave.

Her purple brazierre peeked through her over-sized t-shirt, and revealed all her flaws and scars screaming in the submissive morning light, but she couldn't care any less today. She wore them with an indifferent pride. Her eyebrows looked like little sleeping worms and she woke them up in one fine sweep. The air was filled thick with such delirium; she could cut it with a knife. She looked at herself in the mirror and touched her left cheek, 'My God, I'm so fucking beautiful'. Her ears couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Her modest alter-ego never let her believe this but today was a new day. She twitched her nose and licked her dry lips. She swore she wouldn't tell anybody, but that smile in the mirror told her that it knew what she was upto. She stared at herself smiling a good long while before waking her laptop up and logging into her blog.

I’m not sick, I’m almost never sick, I don’t know why I’ve taken this leave but I have a feeling in my chest that says it’s going to be a beautiful day. Fingers crossed.

(Saved to Drafts).

She pulled her hair back and secured them in a bun, she hadn’t tied her hair this way in years. It gave her such silly joy, she could hardly contain it. She poured herself a glass of wine and sipped it like they do it in  the movies. The very taste of it burnt the inside of her mouth but that made her gulp another sip. And then another one. She put on a green maxi dotted by little flowers at the hem and walked over to the book-store. Every profile on blogosphere said they’d read and loved ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’, it made her feel like a clown in a ballroom filled with sophisticated people. She bought the book and happily smiled at every stranger who as much as glanced at her on her way back.  

She spent the day devouring the scent of the pages and rummaging through the contents of the book. Her phone was switched off and she promised herself she wouldn’t switch it to life, no matter what happens today. She googled the recipe and baked herself little coconut cupcakes. She did not put on any slippers for the rest of the day and her dirty feet had never felt so good.

I was right. Today was such a joyful day. Niyati says I hardly return a smile to the ones I know, but today I spread it amongst sweet strangers. It was sheer pleasure. That beautiful maxi adorned my legs with such uncalled beauty, I couldn't recognize myself. The wine tasted sour but I drank some more because the real me would’ve gagged. 

I’ve been myself for too long.

I read, smiled, drank, baked, walked bare foot and called myself beautiful today.

I feel liberated.

She titled it ‘The bitter-sweet agony of being me’ and published it.



The next day fell into routine but it too felt special under the shadow of yesterday.


54 comments:

  1. Lovely.. Beautiful narration :)

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  2. I could see her while reading.. Awesome post.. :)

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  3. that was wonderfully wriiten
    loved it
    wine ne apana asar dikha diya

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  4. That was really good :) It can help to just forget who we are sometimes, and do things we wouldn't normally do. Especially if it leads to being such a good day.

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  5. haha! nice one. hope it was true to life

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  6. This was so good... I so wish it was me who had written this !
    It is so liberating and rare a pleasure, to take out a day for yourself - if only to read, smile, drink, bake, walk bare foot and call oneself beautiful :)

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    1. To be somebody else can be such supreme pleasure ;)

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  7. Perfect for your blog title!

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  8. amusing..... Interesting read... Cheers!

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  9. Detailing.. :) Lovely and the beauty of the piece for me is the simplicity of the thought behind it! :)

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  10. woooow so so good....a day to see who we r n wat we can do at times wen we dont even know b4 tat time we spend just wid ourslvs....loved this write...:)

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  11. Absolutely beautiful narration! I could see her. Awesome!

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  12. Sometimes a day is all we need to remind ourselves of who we are and what we really want. Happiness lies in little things.

    Nice read. :)

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    1. And I am in search of these little things :)

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  13. Love the beautiful images you created with words. Very nicely written, Serendipity.

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  14. Brilliant.. seriously! The flow was so delicate.

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  15. Lovely painting of images through skillful word play:)

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  16. Excellent. The confidence of being ourselves is showcased with finesse. Very well scribbled. Loved each word of it.

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  17. oh my.. what do i say .. dont have words to say how lovely this is .. well done.

    Bikram's

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  18. Does it not remind me that I like taking day off's from office just so that I can wake up, and be with myself all day.
    We live for everyone, and sometimes forget to do ourselves this little favour of giving time.

    It is a beautiful write up for me because I know what it is like, kudos!

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  19. Wow. Loved reading each and every word, as i always do whenit comes to your blog :)

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  20. Who would have known that life had so much in it, we walk by almost unaware of all the beauty it poses of all the beautiful things in the world we forget ourselves the most. No matter what the whole world has to say everyone of us are so damn beautiful! That was one beautiful narrative, the best this year so far!

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  21. this was amazing, a beautiful read!

    http://memoriesarebetterthandreams.blogspot.com

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