My sweet tooth was fretting me. I dodged it a couple of times but then ended up grabbing a chocolate bar. Oh, the sweet melted chocolate in my mouth was so tempting I couldn’t resist another bite and ended up eating the entire bar. And before I knew it was all gone and I thought I had had only one or two bite of it. I wish I had savoured it 😦
I was thrilled and excited about the date tonight. I was about to meet him tonight after so long, it would be so beautiful, we would have had so much to talk about. He had planned a perfect romantic evening for me. I cherished every moment of the evening, it was all so over whelming but it ended. The evening came to an end and I wished it hadn’t.
I was super excited about the planned trip to Italy. I was all ready and back packed and it was as if just a flicker when all the pizza, pasta, gourmet and the cheese ended.
Dear friends is it just me or everyone feels the same? Are you too always super excited about something special and dejected when it all ends? Sometimes, just once in a while do you not want to seize the moment? But the question rises is it even possible?
I am kind of a person who does not like much change so when it happens I am the one to sulk. There is this beautiful green city ‘Jamshedpur’ in India which is indeed simple and yet beautiful. But these days they are reconstructing the roads and making it even more complex. I liked as it was previously.
It is so rightly put by Sagarika Bose in her Times of India column today. It is raining and raining and raining and all the cities are clogged but what is being done about that? I do not know. But the roads are to be widened and narrowed; the clogging will be looked into afterwards.
Well, now you all must already know that I love coffee but I would love it even more when there is an accompanying nice story to read and what more could be nice to read than something to which you so aptly agree.
If we are all drowned then what would the wider roads do to help? I think give more space to swim and float.
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via Daily Prompt: Cake
It reminds me of so many things.
What is a birthday without a cake? What is a dessert which does not resemble a cake? what kind of person does not like a cake, at least some flavor must be loved by one and all.
A cake to me is almost synonyms to celebration. Any wedding, engagement, birthday or inauguration, well any kind of celebration is just as incomplete for me as Pride and Prejudice without Mr. Darcy.
PS: home made cake. 🙂
And that’s where the irony lies
I know we all are meant to be doing something worthwhile in our lives. We are required to have a good education, a well-paid job and a nice living standard. I understand we have to be responsible and we can’t live our lives like some careless person.
But if I could tell you the truth, for once in my life I am enjoying a few days where I could sleep till late, eat a cake in the morning. For once I am allowed to not have a job and do what I really aspire. And for the first time in my life I am enjoying the pleasure of drinking cups and cups of coffee while reading my favourite classic and eating easy pasta for dinner.
For a change I do like being pampered and a day’s rest when I am not even tired. I am kind of having pleasure in eating, sleeping, reading, praying and repeating.
I thought if Elizabeth Gilbert could do it in ‘Eat Pray Love’ then I could try it too but there is this same guilt of eating gourmet in the morning and repenting for not being able to concentrate on anything and the quest of finding oneself.
So I was reading ‘The lord of the rings’ by J.R.R Tolkien and it made me thinking. Well, for the hobbits ‘coming of age’ is when they turn 33. So, what exactly does this term signify for us humans?
All my life I used to think that coming of age is just a term and in actuality we come of age when we are ready on the inside to do it. But now I wonder when exactly we know that we are ready because every time something new comes up I freak out and I freak out real bad. The only thing remains for me to do is pack my bags and run away, again.
I don’t know when am I going to “come of age”, now that age is just a number for me. I may be 30 and yet not ready to get married or I may be 28 and not want a child yet or even I may be 20 and not know what to do with my life.
But I am sure that everything happens as and when it has to happen and we, mere puppets don’t guide everything on this planet so I think I will come of age when the time would be right and not when the society would want me to; unlike like Frodo in the book.
What can I say? It is all so overwhelming. This is the month of august, in fact today is the last day of this month and yet it just doesn’t seem like it. Just think of it, years ago this would be an approach of winter, a welcome to the chill and adieu to the monsoons but this is all so bizarre. Yesterday the temperature was 35’C and the humidity up to 80% here. There is of course no sign of monsoon let alone the winters approaching.
How peculiar it is that just weeks ago the city was all flooded and the dam gates were about to open submerging the city even more and now just the reverse has happened. What can one do? It is all nature, right?
It’s like even the time wants to go back in reverse. But it ain’t going to happen.
Everything that we have done has affected our beautiful nature and will continue to do so unless we take a step to change it. What’s done is done but at least we can amend the future. We can stop doing what we did and take an affirmative step ahead. Wouldn’t that be great?