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One Big Happy Family.

Warning: If you are looking for heads and tails to a story, do not, I repeat do not proceed reading this post, not even as much as look at the pictures.

Once upon a time there was a lonely pigeon called A.


Time passed by, and one fine day his eyes fell on someone, a very beautiful other called B.


Though there was initial hesitation between the two shy pigeons, eventually their loved blossomed.


One fine day, at the very place where the two love birds used to meet, there came a third person called X. Of course, there has to be something amiss in a love story, right?


“Wait, what? There is someone else?” The B was heart broken.

A had to coax and cajole that in no way X was related to him.


“I will jump from this building if you don’t come back.” A warned.

Well, our B was very emotional and believed in what A had to say after seeing A’s stupidity 😀


And they were back together, very happy with each other.



In future they would make X jealous, with their one big happy family, X standing just a little away.

Okay, I am sorry for this really ‘bad’ post. This might be the lowest level of my humor. But as it happens, people who know me, might relate that when I am bored and or tired I, specifically my mind, can go to really great extremes, one of the result of which is this post.

And if you have come this far, I truly, really am thankful for bearing with my deranged mind.




Valentine Fever!

So I was returning home from work today when, standing at the traffic signal, I noticed how the shops around were decked and draped with the colour of love. Every tiny shop around had jewels of the said colour and honestly, true to God I have never seen so much of red in my life at the same time. It wasn’t like walking inside one of the shops; rather it must seem like walking into a whole new red heart throbbing of love and only love. The entire street had all kind of gifts for the said day, the day when you express your love to your other half.

The fact that the love needs to be expressed specifically on the said day is a little disturbing for me, but hey who am I to judge?

It must be like a birthday, I mean one special day where you make someone feel more special than every normal day.

Okay, so having accepted the fact I still couldn’t stand the entire street spread with red garlands and temporary kiosks selling gifts for your valentine.

Okay, I agree again, being single on Valentines does get you a little cranky. But then again, I have never believed in a particular day when you need to express love. I mean if I love someone, I will say it again and again, every single day.

So basically what all singles do when the valentine week approach is make fun of the week and pass tentative jokes. It is almost like laughing at yourself, year after year. Well, this is what one of my friend said, so don’t blame me!

But I guess we do laugh at ourselves.

I mean of course we should, at least at our own behaviour, whining and cringing at a mere sight of a lovely couple. Sometimes, I feel like saying to myself, “Go, get a life, and stop making fun of the wonderful couple that is so in love, the kind of love which you fail to appreciate.”

Having this kind of conversation with the mentioned friend, made me realise that it isn’t the day that we loath, it is the fact that we are single. May be, there is a teeny-tiny possibility that if we were committed to someone, if we were ‘so-in-love’ then may be even we’d fall in love with the idea of love. May be even we’d like to walk down that extremely decorated red shop and buy a small souvenir for our loved one, only to remind him or her how much we love them. After all, it is just a reminder that we love you, that you are one special person that we certainly wouldn’t want to let go of. May be even we’d want to do all the crazy stuff the other couples do, only to make the partner happy.

Well, that’s just a small ‘maybe.’

But coming back to the present, as long as we are single, I guess we’d just cringe and laugh off the over-crowded colourful shops, restaurants, parks, clubs, and pretty much everything on the 14th of February!

I do have another option though, for singles. (Because I assume all the duos in love to already have planned the day)

Well, as for singles, I guess we can’t do pretty much anything except to be our own valentine. Well, as much as it may sound weird, why not!!

Make yourself feel special, treat yourself as the most important person, and make yourself your first priority. You ought to love yourself, right?

So, here’s wishing to all my loved ones (Singles and the couples), a very happy valentine!

Go, spread the love! (I assume again, it is already in the air since the week starts)

Crazy Sunday!

Sunday morning, beautiful weather outside, cool and calm air caressing you, a good book in hand, a warm cup of coffee.

Anything wrong with that? Nope, sounds just perfect. But a perfect day was just not for me.

Instead I decided to be the good girl, and sat with my books to study. I had been delaying it for quite some time now, so there I sat with books in front of me, the lovely weather outside tempting me every five minutes. I resisted the temptation, telling myself that I will enjoy this perfect setting in the evening.

So I studied till lunch time, had a delicious home-made lunch, and then was just trying to set that perfect scenery, I got the book that I was reading, placed the chair beside the window in the balcony, opened the giant windows, and was just about to get that cup of coffee, when..!

When I got a call.

My initial instinct told me not to pick up the call, because that call on a Sunday meant nothing but work!

I picked up anyway, and ended up with a meeting of about an hour.

Sounds fair! So I can come back in an hour and start with that perfect setting, I told myself.

I got ready for that meeting in fifteen minutes within which I had managed to fix myself with another meeting with some clients.

Okay, now I have two meetings? That’s okay, its 3:30 and I can still come home by 6 max.

And then finally, I realised putting off stuff isn’t any good. I shouldn’t have put off that reading session.


As always, I was kept waiting everywhere, and I managed to complete both the meetings by late in the evening, well it wasn’t even evening anymore when I got out of the place. It was 9 o’ clock and pretty dark.

So I drove home, ate my dinner in silence, with my head throbbing all the while. I was so tired and drenched (Just two meetings, right? Was I over-reacting?), I did not wish to do anything; even the TV had nothing to help with.

Working on a Sunday? Really, why? Why did I agree? That shouldn’t even be a thing! Working Sunday as a concept should be removed from our mind-set.


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That is when my dad stepped up, he took me out for a long drive, we stopped for a drink, (a mocktail, of course) and then we drove around a little bit, hardly talking to each other, with soft music playing all the while. Oh my God, that feeling, I cannot simply express how I felt at that moment. It was so soothing.

And then he simply said, “We should do this, more often.”

Oh of course, we should.

PS: Apart from the reading, I also missed being the crazy questionnaire to my mom, over that mythology show. Hoping for that to happen on the upcoming Sunday, but then it’s a week away!

Bookish Problem

So today’s problem is, stacking books!!!!!

I have a small room to myself which till date I have been sharing with my brother. He is now studying in a different city but most of his belongings are here, so again it leaves me with no extra space. The room has 2 small wardrobes, amid which there is a dresser with few chest of drawers and a study table big enough to cram the room.

Basically no shelf, rack, or a separate space to store books.

Over the time, I have filled my study table and all its drawers with my novels, after which the drawers below the dresser came. Can you believe it? Novels in the space where one would usually find accessories, lipsticks, nail paints and what not. And now, I am literally out of space!!

I don’t know where the following books would go. But I am pretty sure the books wouldn’t stop coming!

Occasionally I do threaten my brother to vacate his wardrobe so that I can cram books there, but in return I get to hear I can throw away all my clothes and replace it with books, if I am so desperate for space.

Does anyone relate to it? Any one of you face the same book problems, or is it only me who always runs out of space!

My curious mind.

How would you say your Sunday was done right?

I guess there is no apt answer to it.

You might already know that doing the Google searches for my paper I landed up on that beautiful poem yesterday, but then that was just half the day gone. The other half was even more Sunday-like for me.

For starters, I did nothing, I sipped tea and ate chocolate cake and read. Sounds fun?

Then me and my mom sat in front of the TV and watched a mythology show, all the while getting a pedicure done. Well, it wasn’t my idea. My mom’s! So far so good, right?

And then my mind started wandering, kicking about at that show that we were watching.

“Mom? who was this man?”

“Mom? Why do you think this happened?

“Mom, why did she not do this?


Will you please shut up and just watch the show?

She wasn’t angry, but she just wanted to have some peace on a Sunday! Not her fault.

I should have known better. She wanted to relax while getting the pedicure done, watch some TV in silence and all I was doing was getting at her like a 3 year old kid!

But I just couldn’t help my curious mind go out of work. So then came Google, again!
I googled for all the answers that kept coming to me and all I got was “it is believed…..”

Anyways, I think my Sunday was not that bad after all, it was done absolutely right. Though of course till dinner time, after which every one of us start thinking about the dreaded, Monday!

Hidden Inspiration

It was 3 am in the morning; my room was eerily silent, disturbing all my thoughts. Could silence do that? The only sound that pierced my ears was of the crickets hiding somewhere outside my balcony. I wonder why I even keep it open all the time. But that’s the habit I have grown accustomed to, I keep it open no matter what, even my parents are tired of that habit now.

So anyways, I was seated at my study, glaring deep into the bright light of my laptop screen, my fingers hovering above the keyboard, just hovering and not clicking. I had been doing it for a long time now, writing and erasing, writing and erasing, and I had been nowhere. The paper was due the next day, and yet I had nothing!

Creative writing, huh? Too easy? Now I know what’s easy and what’s not!

I stood, walking away, may be a walk could solve my problems? Who was I kidding? At 3, I would be scared even I type faster than usual; I would be scared even if my phone vibrated, let alone ring. I just stepped away from my table, and paced inside of my room, poking the pencil onto my head, as if it was a magic wand. I paced faster trying to exert myself.

Wait what? By walking? Of course not so I started doing stretches, jumping, lying down on the cool floor, anything, and anything that my crazy sleepless mind could set at work.

I stood up and refilled my cup of coffee, took a sip from the cup and rubbed my hand on my face. I even slapped myself the ‘wake up slap’. I mean common I had to do something.

I read a couple of articles on the internet then, I also googled things which were not required instantly, and which might be helpful, I read newspapers, believe me not just yesterdays’, the whole weeks. I went back to my novel diverting myself completely.

And yet, nothing!

And that’s’ when I realised that it was next day, it was already 6 and I might have missed today’s newspaper. I rushed outside, got the morning newspaper from outside and scanned it entirely in a hurry. And yet, nothing!

And then I kept flicking all the newspapers and articles in front of me. It was then that, an article entitled “Feminism bleeds blue” caught me and after reading it for three to four times I asked myself, why am I even reading it again and again?

I already knew what I had to write, and how and when? Then why was I wasting my time? I had none to spare.

What I wrote was not anything related to that particular article, really nothing about cricket, nothing about feminism, but something related to women. And as soon as I booted my computer again, opened the word file, words just came flowing by. And I was as stunned myself. Where were they hiding all night?

In no time I completed the paper and as soon as I hit send, I gathered that had my mind worked a little faster I wouldn’t have to be troubled the entire night. But no, it was waiting for some signal, I guess.

Being possessive

“I may seem sweet and nice but if you borrow my book and forget to return it, I will break a level of crazy that will make your nightmare seem like a happy place.”


Nothing that I wrote, but seems apt though.


It’s only sad that my friend who took my book would not read this. 😂😇