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Untainted Love

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I must admit that I am not a very big fan of kids, but neither do I hate them. Somehow kids love me a lot. Whenever they are around me, they want to be with just me. One would want only me to feed him, the other will play only with me. Even when I don’t want to be with them, they want to be with me!! And sometimes, I do get a little bit irritated when parents just leave them with me, regardless of their behaviour.

But I must say, that when I am not working, and I am not busy, the do make me happy. I know there are conditions attached here, but that is the truth.

I love how they cuddle against me, how they show their love towards me without any hint of jealousy.

There’s is the angelic love.

 

 

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Seven B&W Photos; Day 3

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Dancing- a part and parcel of my life. Nothing more to say. It will be there with me, always, whether anyone like it or not.

I am participating in the Seven Days. Seven Black and White Photos of Your Life. No People. No Explanation. Challenge Someone New Each Day.

Today, I nominate Lost Soul from https://priyasingh91.wordpress.com for this photo challenge. (Fell free to avoid this if you do not get interested by it, there is no compulsion whatsoever 🙂 )

 

When Your Friend gets Engaged!

Wasn’t it just yesterday when we used to fight with each other for really nothing?

When we used to fuss over the group projects, and who would do it entirely, while everyone of us would just take the credit?

When we used to fight for notes?

When we wanted to duck behind last benches and avoid eye contact with teachers?

When we used to make plans, and unending plans of hanging out at each other’s places.

When we used to tease each other by saying who’d get married first?

When we would go to extremes to just make an ‘April fool’ of somebody.

When, we’d just finish our tiffin boxes way before the recess?

When we’d smile cunningly when someone’s crush passed by?

When we’d go to the same coaching only to be together and just kill more time?

 

Wasn’t it just yesterday, when we’d roam about the whole day, and open our books the night before the exams, and yet manage to pass?

When we’d get together right 15 minutes before the exam bell, and yet manage to explain the entire syllabus to each other?

wasn’t it just yesterday, when we were kids (Okay, at least teens) and had no trouble what so ever.

Where and how did we grow up?

 

Going to a distant relatives wedding, or your elder sister’s wedding is way different than going to your own friend’s engagement party, the one friend whom you know since childhood, with whom you grew up. Where did the  years go by?

I really can’t believe one of us is getting married, who knows who would be there next, on the stage, smiling and accepting wishes from others.

I must say, as much as I am happy for this dear friend, I am scared  too.

 

More Yours, Than Mine.

 

I smile a little more these days

As, the smiles on my face

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I cry a little more these days.

As, the tears in eyes,

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I hate a little more these days,

As, even the hatred in my mind

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I get tempered a little more these days,

As, the fuming rage in my voice

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I love a little more these days,

As, the love that blossoms in my soul

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I laugh a lot these days,

As, the laughter in my heart

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I am yours, and you are mine,

And together we colour,

Each other’s beautiful, lives.

Fact or Fable

Deep memories submerged within,

Sweet, sad, happy and a little evil.

Time elapsed, and I kept treading,

Only to have thought, that someday

I will lose every inch of it.

 

But today, despite the tiresome days and nights,

A mere thought, a small talk,

Even the tiniest prospect of the past,

Passes a solid sensation onto me,

Shaking me to the core,

Sending shivers down my spine,

Making everything of the past, again mine.

 

How does it happen?

What is that feeling?

Why does it not go?

What would it take to go?

 

I am tired of this notion,

Constantly restricting all my gesticulation.

What is that feeling?

I am yet not certain.

 

I keep asking myself

Was the feeling ever true?

Or could it have been a delusion?

Or part of it fact and a part fable?

 

I have no answers,

As usual,

But for certain,

I have all the questions.

 

Happy Diwali

A very short post to wish all my blogger friends a very happy and safe Diwali. I hope the following year be glorious and prosperous for all of you.

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Lighten up your hearts,

Open up your minds,

Be a little more kind.

 

Share the smiles,

Embrace this life,

And be a little more kind.

 

Not just on the day of this festival

Not just on any special occasion,

All year long,

Just be a little more kind

To yourself,

And to all the other people around.

 

This is my motto, my belief, in trying to better myself.

 

A very Happy Diwali to all you lovely people.

 

My Sister’s Keeper

Warning: I might end up discussing the story of the book too.

I was reading, so that I could kill my time, I was reading so that I could have a Sunday on a Monday, I was reading so that I could find out what actually happens to Anna, what about Kate? Will she live? Will she die? How is the family going to take it? How will Sara react when she finds out that her own daughter files a case against her and her husband, Brian? What is wrong with Jesse, their oldest son? What kind of chemistry do Campbell and Julia share, and what exactly is Judge, the dog for?

My sister’s keeper by Jodi Picoult has all the answers to it, and I was on the verge of finding them. Hardly did I know that by then I will be left shattered, once again. I really have lost count how many times a simple book has done that to me by now.

Devouring the last few pages of the book, digging my nails into the covers of the book, I realised that I was almost crying, at least on the verge of. I was battling hard to even breathe by now.

I mean, what, how, when, why???

It is then, that I realised that we have absolutely no control of our lives, we may think, we have, but no, we do not have even a grasp over it. I felt like a mere puppet playing the so called game, life.

We think we can control our lives, but all we have is a most shallow form of control, a simple interpretation of life, when in reality it is far more intense with lot many twists and turns which we can never in our rarest dreams anticipate.

Kate was the one suffering with some sort of cancer, Anna was the once conceived to donate her organs to her sister, then how come this end to a story?

The book is simply about Anna fighting for herself, but in the end what happens is really what I did not expect.

I kept the book aside, pages fluttering with the air, the ceiling fan really creaking down on me, and there I slept with the small lamp switched on, for the lightest hope to cling on to.