Endless notes have been written on love and relationships. While actually, the truth is what works for a certain couple may not work for others and likewise! Hence, every relationship is different. Unique. Because, it’s the marriage between two individuals who are different, and cannot be what the prints define, or how someone else opines. It’s a constant work in progress, a perennial discovery, adapting to changes, accepting situations, and above all respecting each other!
Love, is beautiful. Divine. Pure. And, when you find the right person, love follows. It helps you overcome all the barriers and helps you grow and evolve significantly as a person. It also gives you the much desired strength and courage to fight against all odds. Of course, sometimes, experiences are not so good, but that should never change our faith in love. And I have come to believe this strongly, when the faith is strong, nothing goes wrong ever!! :)
Who says, Life’s perfect anyway…! ;) But, with the right person, the journey becomes easier, exciting and adventurous!
If. If, only this breathtakingly, magnificently crafted slice of heaven belonged to me, I promise, I would never ever..ever…EVER… want to leave this for anyone or anything else on earth, even if the God of death, came knocking at my door :p
I am a huge fan of this Indian Summer blog, it makes me dream insanely. Even more. I recently shifted to a beautiful place. Something really close as this, overlooking a patch of green. Stay tuned to sneak peek.. am just kind of putting it up altogether ;)
Have a great week ahead! :)
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
The toughest thing about writing is …some days, the mind is all set to explode with thoughts, but the hands refuse to synchronize and the words somewhere fumble and fail to get expressed. May be this is what is called a writer’s block. Those days, you know… you simply sit and read…and RT or just RB (ReTweet / ReBlog,) or simply share what your like-minded bloggers, tweeple, post and publish.
Souveniers by The Cloudcutter
“Some friendships are like our most prized possessions – a favourite old toy or a souvenir from the past. Things that we’ve probably misplaced or even mistreated at times, but have weathered many storms to still hold that special place in our hearts. If you look superficially, you can still see the wear and tear, the undone stitches and sewn-up holes, but it takes a keen eye to understand that these are the friendships that will always tug at our heartstrings no matter what happens or where we go. They are the ones we will always seek when we’re lost, and they’re the ones that will continue to guide us home when darkness falls. And just like our favourite old toys and souvenirs from childhood, these are the friends we will never give up.”
Finally!! Sharing a little glance of my nest ;)
The Tea-Poy…. Ancient. Classic. Teak Wood. One of my Favorites.
Place of my all time love – Reading. Me-Time. Relaxing. Peace. :)
And… yes..my little joy of cooking, baking and inviting friends and sharing the joy is priceless :)
Every corner tells a story, as it’s weaved with so much love & care and attention :)
Rape has almost become a synonym to women…these days. Sigh. Nothing seem to scare them. No death threats, not even worldwide protests, awareness, campaigns seem to help. It’s very very sad. And what’s more disheartening is there seems to be no solution to this and people think – in this country, they can get away with everything attitude, and it is their birth right to treat women JUST the way they feel like.
Down south, in India, seemed like a safe zone, until a few years ago for women to thrive in… unlike Delhi and some other North Indian states, but not anymore. All this f****** media furor everyday, is just adding fuel to the fire. And, that, “Kuch Bhi Kar Lo…Kuch Nai Hone Wala…” belief (Nothing is going to happen..no matter what you do) is just giving birth to more culprits on the way…more rape prospects and free will to abuse and mistreat. It’s a shame to mankind.
While I know there’s change happening, I know men who respect women too, treat them well, but it’s just not helping on the massive scale. Verbal Abuse, and ill treatment is no less. Read this, a very very recent incident, written by my friend and the victim of it, was shaken to death almost with absolutely zero fault. Who was this, supposedly, well educated, tamed, so called, civilized guy? I do not wish to run any campaigns, do not wish to take up any protest march, cause everything seems to be futile. All we wish(my friend, my friend’s family and ofcourse I) that this guy, reads this some day, and realizes what he did was not something to feel proud of, and that, will he ever be able to live with his conscience ever, causing so much disgust to someone for no reason). As of now, all I can do is thank God, that you are safe.
” Am I safe? People watched as he verbally abused me – By P.C.
“ladki parhao..ladki bachao” – Lekin kyun?
Our Prime Minister has started a long overdue campaign to save the girl child. To further support his campaign we have ads on-air from prominent brands like “Ariel” and “Vogue” saying “ladke rote nahi, ladke rulati nahi hain sekhao” and “is laundry a women’s task only”. But then I wonder….. for what purpose are we asking our society to save the girl child .So that they are available to be further abused and berated..? So that a man’s bad day can be vented out on his wife, sister, mother, friend…or in this case a total stranger. Like me.
Yesterday, the 26th of Feb 2015 at around 1:30, I met my friend for lunch. It was a normal day wherein we chatted had lunch and then she walked back to her office and I got into my car to drive back to mine, which is across the Domlur flyover. As I was taking the turn to join the traffic on inner ring road, right in front of Mast Kalander and the Honda Showroom (Amar Jyothi Layout, Domlur, Inner Ring Road), the time must have been 2:15 in the afternoon, a well-dressed man appeared out of nowhere as I was trying to maneuver my way out of that narrow lane, and started banging the car, on the back windsheild asking me to stop…..and that’s when my nightmare started.
This man verbally abused me for the next 15 minutes, claiming that I just tried to run him over! Called me a “Bitch” a zillion times, asking me to get off of my car saying that “we” people are apparently continuously trying to run down pedestrians. At this juncture I would like to point out that I drive an 8-year-old Maruti 800, that can barely go beyond 40kms!! And I am all of 5ft tall and couldn’t harm a fly even if I wanted to, and have been driving for the past 6 years in this very city, without killing myself or another soul.
So, this man in the meanwhile who was dressed in a purple check shirt and a pair of jeans, brown ankle type boots and must be around 5-8″ kept abusing me non-stop in English using the word “f*****g bitch” and “f**k you” every 5 seconds…and kept insisting I get out of the car. I was in shock, but had the presence of mind to stay in the car and lock my doors. I couldn’t drive away because a crowd had gathered and had blocked my path.
Ah the crowd….that patiently waited and watched while this man continued abusing me, not one person thought to tell him, that perhaps you could use proper language. All the while he kept banging the car too, if it was not enough to scare me with his abusive language. I was trying to tell him, that I had not seen him at all, and if I DID try to run him over, that I was sorry….to which he replied…”then you better watch how you drive you f*****g bitch”. Finally after what seemed like ages, when I had a little space I took my car and drove away.
I took the U-turn and stopped the car cause I was shaking like a leaf….and I didn’t think I could drive a mile more. I think I sat there in my car…for how long I have no clue.
Today I am thinking to myself do I feel safe being out on the streets in this city? No. This happened in broad daylight with about at least 50-60 people around…and no one thought it was necessary to stop this obvious Psycho ,because it’s okay to be abusive. Is it? Cause it’s a man’s right in this country? Are we seriously in the same city where in one hand we are paving pathways to Mars and running campaigns to save the girl child?
Yes let us save the girl or else who will we abuse??
Link to the original article here.
Drinking tea in these little claypots, has always been my most preferred way of drinking tea/chai. The tea lover that I am, I can rave about its endless joys – the earthy smell, the earthy flavor, its simplicity, and of course that …it’s completely eco-friendly. Feeling the warmth.. cupping with my both hands and enjoying every sip, is what I call divine. :)