Dream on, for your dreams are my fodder, live life like it would last forever...
Close to 20 I guess. No no, it is 18, 18 years. I remember I was 16 and you were 18. We could not even run away together, I was still a minor :)
You are right, it is 18... not that I would have run away with you... I had no money no friends and did not know where away was :)
Dog, you were always a Dog Raj!!!
Bhou Bhou but you still tag along, don't you?
I do, I always will... I will lead you by your leash until one of us is gone.
And then, then what would the other do?
I know what I will do with you if you are gone, I will steal some cinders from your ash and make myself an amulet. I will always carry you along, until I am a old hag and I cant walk any more. And then, when when I go to sleep, they will leave that amulet on.
Straight out of FLS princess. How would you explain that to your husband?
I'll tell him something.Not that I plan to marry anytime now!
How is it Princess... with me around?
Hmmm! I can walk into the night and not be worried about Ghosts behind the mountains, I can sleep tight and not be worried about strangers under the bed, I go to the loo and I am not worried about cameras at the vent. I am not afraid of falling sick, not afraid of late night parties and can get drunk. As long as you are there, there is light.
So I am your friendly bodyguard eh!?
No Raj, you are my dog.
The old Rado watches still strike a present note. Seasons come and seasons go, but they now talk of global warming a lot more. The designs of cars have changed, actors and actresses have come on gone. ET happened and then the Titanic and all have become folklore. The black and white photos of dads and moms gave way to morphed images on the I phone. Amidst all that is constant all that has changed, the wisdom from living is just the stupid lines on my face.
When you smile, it is like a brilliantly candlelit chapel by a dark and lonely road side. For when you smile, you sustain hopes of peace and happiness, you sustain hope for Life. You would never know, how many strangers take delight, in those little lights you spread, just because you smile.
Someday, if I were to find a frown fret your brows, I would call in the Spring warriors, storm the ocean doors. I would talk to the fairies and the gnomes, I will call in the summer winds for support. And around you I would weave, your favorite dream. I would go that extra mile for I so badly need you to smile :)
Indian streets are a desolate story. I am happy that lord Hanuman always protected here from traffic accidents.
For as long as I remember, I have stopped whatever I drive for the old and the very young. My grandma lives in all.
They are girl’s best friends, easy to get into and easier to get out of, and they remain looking neat all day long! And who would mind the stares that they get on the roads! Girls, I am sure, find it a lot more comfortable finding guys stare at their legs than those more strategically positioned interesting places :)
I love the black ones and the maroon ones, the blacks because ambient light glows through fair skin and the reds because, well, girls look great in red, don’t they?
Long love the Leggings! May all girls wear them all the time, and let the Kurta’s have more slits down the sides…:) LOL!
You are beautiful to see.
You skin clear and translucent,
Your eyes an amazing shade of grey.
You smell like fresh flowers
I have been blind ever since I first set my eyes on you,
You are all that I need to BE.
Coiled into each other like serpents intertwined, we lay for ages motionless in each other arms. In losing you I have lost that wonderful silence in my life.
When I knew you and my knowledge of you was not bound by a frame of reference. You were not outside me nor did I have an existence outside of you.
Coiled into each other like serpents intertwined, we lay for ages motionless in each other arms.
In losing you I have lost that wonderful silence in my life. Come back, lets be one again.
More@ Life in a Multiverse
The dream that you choose to forget every time you wake up
The memory that you wantonly erase,
The color of the blush
Behind your mascara.
I live in your dark places
When you close your eyes, you see me there
I live in those corners where you go
When you are alone and there is nowhere else to go
What do you want to be? Well, the last time I checked, I was already busy being! I just want to grow old, in possibly less interesting circumstances than the present, and die, at around 100 or so. I appreciate that my milestones are not the milestones most people would set for themselves. The next obvious question is what would you do for that long? That long, I mean I just polished off 36 years of living and it seems that I was born only today morning! I want more time, I love living and I have been incredibly busy doing just that. 100 seem just fine.
Where do you want to go? Now this is a tricky one. I always thought that we all go to the either of the two places. You go up, or you go down. Wherever I go, finally, I am sure I will be much trouble there.
Interesting questions have interesting answers; this one does not fit the bill! What are your answers?
|Mom dropped home by Colleagues-Last Working Day|
Only a woman can play so many roles with such élan. There is some embedded chip running in them that help them be so many different people rolled into one, and play out each one of these roles fully! As she starts a new inning in her life, I wish her luck and years of health and happiness :)
I would have meandered my way
Through these desolate shores
and wiled my life away.
Thank you for stopping by
Stepping in and sharing a smile
All the colors in my life
Are colors that you left behind
All the songs that I sing
Are from thoughts that you left behind
Not that the journey is shorter now
Not that the roads are better
Nor the destiny less unforgiving
But the difference is
I almost like this living!
From Life in a Multiverse
|Mom calling us to have Payasam|
As the day broke, I could hear children from my apartments slowly geting into the Holi mood. There were a lot of climbing up and down the stairs, and then came the shreiks of delight and loads of splashes! I went down to the apartment gates and was immediately welcomed by the Rajesh Uncle thoda color, Rajesh Uncle thoda color (Rajesh uncle, let us put some color on you). I bent my face down to the little ones so that they could reach my face... they applied some red color on my face and as I turned to go back to my flat; they bombed me with little balloons filled with colored water!
To the world's greatest dad, for your love and never letting go. I want more. I want 60 more.
Ps. Inspired by ACD's blog on similar lines