Dream...

A Ransomed Love...

Garima and I had just met. It was our first year in engineering and we were roommates. For a few months we were staying in a facility outside the college premises and I remember walking down the road late in the evening, I think we were going for dinner, talking about men and romance novels. I sighed and oohed, at 18 I used to naively dream about prince charmings and perfect men.


Garima, never the one to shy away from pointing out when I am being stupid, said, "Why would a perfect guy fall in love with you? Are you perfect?"


And I remember saying something like, "I know. Why would he indeed? I am not perfect, far from it, but I am trying." Naive again, yes?


At 26, I know this much. There is no perfect someone and that I can not be perfect, that I will never be perfect. I am flawed and will remain so. I don't want a prince charming either.


What I am looking for is someone who has the same bunch of dreams as I do. Life would be perfect then (erm, I am still hankering after perfect).


And I do realize that it would be easier to find prince charming instead.

Recipe For A Disaster...

He was the centre of the room. Laughing. Joking. Talking. Surrounded by women.

She found him sexy. She could barely keep her hands to herself.

He turned towards her and asked her, "So, what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?"

"I sat on a camel once", She said.


*****
They saw each other every morning. She always came early to office. He made sure he was there before her, just to get a glimpse of her.

She was wearing a green salwar today. Black bindi, her shoulder length hair tied in a ponytail, with a few wisps framing her face. Red lips and kajal. 

It was all he could do. Stare at her till she got uncomfortable and increased her pace. 

One day he would marry her he thought.

One day she would complain about him to the head of security she thought.

*****

He was lonely. She was lost. They should have met. They never did. She never found her way to him and he settled for someone else. 

*****

The whole town was in darkness and it was pouring cats and dogs. She left the house without a trench coat or an umbrella. She wouldn't need those things where she was going. Dressed in all black, she stood on lane no.55. waiting for her fate. A speedy car crashed into her. They died on the spot. 

******

He sat on the wall waiting for her to come. She had promised she'd be there by  5 p.m. He knew she was late and that he should probably go now. He had anyway waited long. But he was not the one to give up so easily. He would wait for another 10 years.

******

"Why are you speaking to me! Why are you telling me all these things!" she screamed, "Don't you understand I am deaf?"

"Yes, and when will you realize," he yelled, "that I am not speaking to you?"

Theirs was a marriage. 

*****

They met through common friends. She was lonely. He was desperate.

She liked him. He just needed someone, anyone.

He was the devil in disguise.

She thought he was god-sent.

Lemon Drop...

What a darling dress this! Lemon and Orange print, what a wonderful idea! All you need is a wide brimmed straw hat and you're ready to conquer summer!

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A Christmas Thing...

If you love someone, the best way to appreciate them is to picture your life ahead with them.

Checkered...

I think I am hopelessly and irrevocably in love with men.


*****
Dear October, it's all in your hands now. Be nice, please?

*****

You know what I like about myself? That I can fool all these people who look at you and think they can guess where you come from. Well, you know what? No one, not one single person could ever tell which region I come from. Among other things, people have called me a UP'ite, a Keralite, Marwari, Christian, Punjabi (weird huh?) and most of the times, Bengali. And I love it when they go, "Oh you're not from the north?", the baffled look on their faces when I tell them they're wrong :)

I guess I like it cause I don't like when people read me so easily. And I have gone out of my way to cloak my real self in public. Sometimes to maintain an element of mystery and sometimes just to protect myself. Either way, I like :)

*****
There's this friend who's crazily, atleast he says so, in love with his fiancée. Their wedding is scheduled sometime in December and from the looks of it, they seem like a happy couple. What I find interesting is that this guy is completely head over heels in love with Priyanka Chopra, the actress. And funny thing, his fiancée is complete opposite of Priyanka Chopra. She's quite healthy, and I am being nice here. Why I find this interesting is because I would never desire something and go for something opposite. I love smart men. If I look back, all guys I have loved and liked have been intelligent. Maybe weird, but definitely intelligent. I know I could never ever fall in love with a dumb or even an average smart guy. And I believe same holds true for most people. You don't lust after blue eyed women and marry an African. Or you don't desire a tall man and marry instead someone who is 4 feet short. Or you don't dream about big brown eyes and marry a Korean instead. 


I am not saying he should marry a Priyanka Chopra lookalike. But if he lusts after her sexy curves, how does he find someone with no curves sexy? I am not saying fat or healthy women are not sexy. I personally find healthy women sexier than thin, skinny ones. Some fat is necessary! But his case, I find it weird.

Magical Moods & Dark Rooms...

His was the colour of blue. Confident and happy. He wore his mask well.

She wore white. Pure and innocent, like a daisy.

But beneath it, they wore identical hearts. Black.

*****

They met at the cemetery.

He had killed his wife. Car accident.

She had killed her husband. Poisoned coffee.

They thought it was a sign from the heavens.

They lived happily ever after.

*****

"You have a strange house," she said, "There are no windows and your plants talk."

"Yes, but you can see the stars in the night", he said.

She looked up. She knew he loved her.

*****

They both loved words.

He used them as a trade, to sell and to buy.

She thought they were too precious to be traded. She saved them only for loved ones.

One day he bought her.

She never spoke again.

*****
He left her on a rainy afternoon.

He returned one summer evening.

"Go away," she said, "there's nothing left for you here. My heart is empty."

"It can not be empty," he said, "there was nothing in it to begin with."