One Year In Mumbai...

This war has torn my heart...where does one go from here?

Postcards...

Locus Of Control...

“Good weather is like good women - it doesn’t always happen and when it does it doesn’t always last. Man is more stable: if he’s bad there’s more chance he’ll stay that way, or if he’s good he might hang on, but a woman is changed by children, age, diet, conversation, sex, the moon, the absence or presence of sun, or good times. A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love where a man can become stronger by being hated.” — Charles Bukowski

A woman gets her energy from knowing the man she loves, loves her back. And I have seen what loving someone day-in-day-out without getting that love back can do to her; at the end of it she'll become a hollow unit.

And at such a point, she should be filled up again, with love from family and friends and kisses from little kids***, hugs and sunshine and colours and warmth, flowers and music and laughter and the good bits of life, till such a time she's plump with joy for life again.

And then she must go out and love again.


***The kind that makes you feel accepted, what matters then if no one else is as crazy about you? This is enough.

Forget Not...

I won't speak to my parents/sister for days, but on days like these, all I have to do is hear my Dad's voice...I can hear age in his voice now...and nothing, not even the fact that the guy I love does not love me back breaks me as much, but the mortality? in Dad's voice does. And suddenly, it seems more urgent that I spend my time with my parents, who have loved me even when I been least lovable, than moping over someone who has never valued me no matter how much I have loved.

Bitter, maybe. Clarity on priorities, definitely.