A Lot Like Love

Photo Credit: Akshat Madan in Sikkim
Photo Credit: Akshat Madan in Sikkim. Isn’t she perfect???

There is a dainty flower in my hands,

And a song playing in my head,

Box of anticipation drawing in my eyes.

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There is a wind racing in my veins,

And a hint of pine tickling in my nose,

Promising touches rousing my fingers.

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There is a tinkling laugh hiding in my lips,

And a whisper of poetry vibrant in my ears,

Rhymes of butterflies fluttering in my belly.

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There is a spring of dance in my feet,

And shivers running slowly in my back,

Sparkling love pulsing in my heart.


Today will remain with me for the rest of my life. A special dedication 🙂

Kwick Kvotes

I was nominated by ShashankAmrit, Tejas and Helen for the Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge 🙂 I am going to cheat a bit and go for nine quotes at one go! Yeah 😛 I get off the grid and come back all lazy instead of pumped up!

To make it a little fun, I went for three authors and selected quotes that I liked the most. Without further ado, let’s jump right in!

First up, Alice Hoffman.

“Books may well be the only true magic.”

“Just because something is unspoken doesn’t mean that it disappears.”

“Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that’s what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.”

Next, Charles Schulz.

“I love mankind … it’s people I can’t stand!!”

“Be yourself. No one can say you’re doing it wrong.”

“Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong’.
Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.”

Last but not the least, Ernest Hemingway.

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”

“Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.”


And because I took the easy way out, here is a bonus quote by Ray Bradbury.

“I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.”

If you were feeling too lazy to go through ten quotes at one go – Enjoy this… Apparently this is true! ❤

Source: http://i.stack.imgur.com/FPnPP.jpg

Penguines!!

Yellow

This yellow enchants :)
This yellow enchants 🙂

I welcomed you with groans and scowls,

How I yelled and cursed in your face

And shielding mine with scarves and hats,

Fighting for the spot near air cooler.

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As I walked back home wiping my brows,

You gave me a good reason to smile.

I saw children playing and enjoying the

Summer vacation your time brings.

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I recollect my daily ecstasy of cold baths 

And melting ice down my breathless face,

Of the smell of mangoes and fresh cream

The long holidays with joyous families

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I savour ice-cream like it deserves to be,

My runs feel so rewarding and complete.

The hazy light adds golden touches around,

Brightening the colors to an intense life .

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I was too quick to judge and condemn you.

Tiny distinct joys bask under your hot rays.

We are not friends yet or ever… But now think,

I am ready to call it a truce… what about you? 


A little tribute to summer 🙂 Caught the golden beauties on my way to work.

Day 1 of the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge for which the wonderful Rob nominated. His sense of humour is one of the best I have come across 🙂 Check out his lovely blog! 

My first nomination for this is Tonya. Her blog is breathtaking, tranquil and poetic. The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”

1977 – A Love Story

I am the smallest :) Some serious swag there!
I am the smallest 🙂 Some serious swag there!

’twas a time of bell bottoms and high collars,

Slim skirts and large paisley prints.

 

Standing tall was a jovial ambitious man,

Aspiring management guru post University.

Skipping petite was a spirited rational woman,

Caught between art and medical school.

 

Different circles and prolific ambitions –

they were brought together by a college play.

Ignited by scenic sways of a train journey

Sparks exploded underneath the calm waters,

 

The man – always a creative magician expelled

A puzzle for the entire troop to solve on the train.

Hoping to win the woman’s favour, a tiny letter

was discreetly handed to her as the “solution”.

 

The woman – always a mischievous pixie called

him over to her home to discuss the said “solution”.

Secret: the letter professed his love for her – risky!

She, the beloved daughter of the University’s Dean.

 

But love cherished, blossomed and went beyond,

It was them NOT against the world – but with.

Joined together in holy matrimony and growing

together for a promising future – they were.


And that is how I came to be. This is where I come from. This was my parent’s love story 🙂 Stronger after almost 35 years together!

Written for dVerse where Mary wants us to write where we come from. Do share your story!

Finding Flirting 101

That makes two of us!
That’s my line!

C: He was asking for your number. I’ll give him?

Me: Who? What number?

C: The guy you were ignoring for your jalapeno cheese balls….

Me: Oh him!! 😐

A typical scene from my life! I have had approximately 13.5 conversations (I abandoned one half-way; my Bailey’s shot had arrived) that fall into this pattern. After long hours of pondering, I have narrowed down the top reasons why I never know when a guy flirts with me –

  1. Food
  2. Dog (generally a lab)
  3. Food
  4. Music
  5. Sheer Dumbness/Ignorance
  6. Food

I am NOT joking. I am completely clueless at zooming in if a guy is genuinely being nice or actually flirting – especially with yummy cheesy food around. Yes, I am a woman with priorities sorted out really well!

I see friends fall for people in a matter of days. Or hours. They hop, skip and jump from one “relationship” to another in a matter of weeks. They decide that it clicks and off they ride into the sunset – or the nearest coffee shop. It is just their scene, you know! And then you have me, who takes months if not years to realize that someone was into me – let alone even the possibility of a relationship. At parties, I see couples everywhere and wonder where was I when they were collecting “getting together” skills!

I checked and double checked myself. Yeah, I am fine. I have those moments of insane attraction – so clearly nothing wrong in the biology department. I am pretty by most standards. And I am not a total retard. The tiniest of problems lies in missing the skill of subtly deducing that the guy talking about trying out that new place might just be asking me for a date. Apparently it is not rocket science! Generally, it is shoved into my face by a not-so-sympathetic friend who doesn’t even hide rolling her eyes. Once, someone actually deigned to share a few flirting templates for my understanding.

Yeah, woe is me.

So anyway, a friend was telling me about this girl he met sometime back and they hit off pretty well (really, where does all this happen???). They are now on a perpetual flirt mode overflowing with innuendos. I casually asked, “So, what next?” No clear answer there. A lot about having someone and not necessarily having someone. I am guessing that the idea of being in a relationship is often more enticing than the person you are with! Which is fine, all God’s children… I am not judging.

But again, my really confused unexposed mind questions, how do you fall out of this habit or how do you know that this time it is different? That your generic flirting scene has dug deeper feelings for someone. I mean, people fall in love and get together all the time right. For life! How do they know? How is that love different from… err regular love?

‘You just know’ is what I get, which hopefully I will understand one fine morning.

Until then, I am calling up some academy to register for Flirting 101 – they got a prize candidate here!


The perfect prompt over at Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda: “scene/seen” When the dam bursts inside my head when faced with, “What’s your scene with him?” – this is what happens!