To you! ❤

To you, that makes mistakes. To you that cries in fear, in pain, in agony. To you that reaches out for help. To you that makes the choices and stays by them. To you, that sticks to the choices that’s been made for you. To you, that dreams. To you, that doesn’t want what the rest of the world does. To you, that chases what nobody else does. To you, that perseveres and pursues. 
To you that has flaws. To you that is impulsive. To you that repents. To you that has awkward conversations. To you that jumps in happiness. To you that falls and fails. To you that picks yourself up and tries again. To you that hesitates. To you that fumbles. To you that isn’t perfect.

To you that has a bone of contention about every micron you see. To you that commits a faux pas every living second.
To you that wakes up each day to make a difference. To you that faces disappointments. To you, that believes. To you that inspires.
The universe, looks up to you.
Nobody else can be you – your blemishes, your blunders, your choices – They make you, you.
You, are the star of your life.
Cheers!

❤

Flap your wings!

Where is it that you wish to be,

What is it, that in your dreams, you see?

Close your eyes, let your instincts guide thee,

Flap your wings, bring to life your crazy audacity!

A good turn, my way :)

Yesterday, my friend and I got into a share-auto on our way back home from work. Soon afterward, the heavy downpour started and as the auto sped off we were worried about how we’d reach home on time. Since we were the last 2 passengers in the rickshaw, the driver said he’d better head straight home, when he asked him if he could drive us to our destination (we had to take another bus to reach home). Fair enough. But then, as we reached our stop, the downpour became heavier making it impossible for people to walk on the streets without an umbrella or a jerkin – and we had neither. The auto rickshaw driver sensing that offered to drive us to the bus stop (for which he had to take a left from the junction where we had planned to get down and drive a few metres, whilst he had planned to go straight) and we gratefully agreed.

But he didn’t just drop us off at the bus stand and leave yesterday. He was kind enough to let us wait in the auto rickshaw until the bus came (10 minutes later), he ensured both of us got in safely and then left the place. 
That was one good turn our way yesterday. God bless him in abundance ✨😊

Les petites joies de la vie 💖

First day of the week and I’m drenched from head to toe as I return home, and, I’m famished. The dark clouds always definitely are an indication of something good, but getting drenched in the rain is definitely not my cup of tea. I splatter water all around in the house as I make my way towards my room, when an astonishingly familiar aroma hits me. An astonishingly familiar, yet mouth-wateringly delicious aroma. Patience not withstanding, I ask my mom what she’s cooking and she replies, albeit with a bit of hesitation “Rava Kichdi” 
Though I’m more than willing to gulp down anything she gives me, I mock-gag at the name and sneak into my room.
Minutes later, I get to gobble platefuls of hot piping Kichdi generously lathered with the best sambhar on earth. 
This, without a doubt, is the BEST meal I’ve ever had, until date. 

I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. Anything.
Each has his own favorite rain-food. Masala chai. Moong Dal Ke Pakode. Bhajiyas. This, has to be mine. 💖
Cheers!✨

In Your Heart, Forever Remain A Child 💝✨

For someone who doesn’t have too many happy memories of life, it doesn’t come as a surprise when I come across as a pessimist. I’m not negative as a person, but I tend to expect in negative – which is to say, my expectations from anything, and everything will always be below zero. I believe this way I’ll experience double the happiness when something good happens, wouldn’t flip out if nothing happens, and not experience a heart failure if something bad happens.

Having said that, I’d like to transcribe those few features I loved in myself as a kid, but have lost them while growing up. I don’t know if I’d ever go back to being the wild kid I was (wild, in my own terms), but to be back there and be the free spirit that was, would be a wish too wistful.

I was this extremely confident, smart, unflinching girl, who wouldn’t give a damn about what people thought of her. I’d just go about, do my thing, show the world what I’m capable of and dance away to popularity. Though I was atrocious at whatever I did, I just wouldn’t care to stop. I was a free spirited girl who wouldn’t be caged. I never cared about what people thought about me. Nobody’s opinion seemed to matter to me, but my heart’s.  But as I grew, I began to think, I began to observe and I began to understand. Everything and everyone’s opinion seemed to matter to me. I began to change myself to someone who people wanted to see. I began to cage my spirit. I began to worry. I began to be bothered about people’s thoughts, responses and reactions.

All I’d want to preserve for eternity, is the free spirit and innocence and genuinity of childhood, and etch and imbibe it in our hearts forever, so it’s not lost into nothingness as we grow.

Love 💝

2016 – My Blog This Year ✨

 

The landmark post of this year has to be this, hands down.

• My “Tweet A Story” experience. Read it here -> Tweet A Story With Mr. Shashi Tharoor

Challenges I took up on my blog this year, had fun doing, and successfully completed.

• The daily prompt challenge where I had to write a blog post inspired by the word prompt.
• The 30 Day Writing Challenge where I had to write a blog post for each challenge of the day.
• The Pen The Picture challenge where I chose one picture prompt for the day and wrote a quatrain inspired by the picture.

Posts that went noticed but totally deserve a second glance.

• My take on Women’s Day ->  Of Flowers, Of Gifts, Of Women And ‘Women’s day’
• Since I started writing Haiku -> Jam with Haiku
• About Rio Olympics -> India’s hidden talent
• Secret to peace and happiness -> Follow Your Heart
• How to make a difference? -> Be The Change You Wish To See

Dear Zindagi 💝

​So Dear Zindagi has been watched and these are my thoughts.

Thank you so very much, Gauri Shinde, for such an incredible journey through this fantastic masterpiece of yours. Only you could have made Dear Zindagi. Each and every frame of the movie is so amazing, so relatable and so warm. I could relate to Alia Bhatt’s role – it’s her best until date. She’s essayed it to perfection with simplicity, ease and a disarming charm. 

And Shah Rukh Khan – I love you. You’re my favourite. Thank you for playing Jug. You rule our hearts. I fell for you all over again, like the million others on the planet. There’s no one who has your charisma. You’re too awesome to be true.Yet you are.💖

I’m no film critic. I’m just happy that I chose to watch this movie. Thank you for Dear Zindagi, it’s an experience unforgettable. 

Share Some Love – My Art For Sale!💃

Hasty to vanquish my “Monday Blues”, I was playing around on the internet looking for something fun to do. And I hit on Cupick and Zazzle to put my incompetent brains to work.

I tried my hand at using my poetry for creating postcard/posters or artwork basically, and have put them up on sale. They’ll make ideal gifts for all occasions, because, poetry is often the best language to express your emotions.

Do have a look and share some love.

My artwork can be accessed below

• at  Cupick 
• at Zazzle

 

 

Thank you!💝✨

Live Your Dream!

Days when you lose track,

Nights when you cry yourself to sleep as you hit the sack,

Moments  when you fear, 

And hide from the world, that single tear,

Every time that you are drowned in self doubt,

And your life looks like a huge clout,

Breathe. Take a step back. Relax,

You don’t break, You ain’t made of glass,

You don’t know what you have in store,

So hang in there a bit more,

Pursue your passion, push yourself to where you want to be,

Live your dreams, life will show you what you want to see!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Song – Music which’ll stay with me forever

I was reading the post Song yesterday and a gazillion songs popped into my mind instantly, each reminding me of a memory attached to it.

But these two win, hands down.

• Oruvan Oruvan Muthalali from Muthu – The Superstar on silverscreen with one of the best pieces of music from the Mozart of Madras, they create magic.

Watch it here –  You tube video.

• Do Re Mi from The Sound Of Music. One of the first ever movies I got to watch as a kid. I fell in love with the song, with Julie Andrews and the movie. Can’t beat the memories of singing the lines along, high and loud and clear with the cousins, each time we get together during the summer!

Watch it here – You tube video