I think I fell a little in love with you when you read that story to me in the bus. No one has ever read to me. And you reading that story to me, in Hindi, it is without a doubt one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. And the memory of it still makes me smile.
(Inspired from this. Do read.)
December 09, 2010
December 07, 2010
Plateway To Heaven...
OMG. I just died and went to crockery heaven. Look at this picture!
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This picture was clicked by a friend who's travelling to Istanbul. And those aren't plates love, those are pieces art! Orgasmically beautiful pieces of art that you could actually use!
Remember this scene from SATC2? Well, ofcourse a closet like that would make any woman go weak in her knees...but but...what would seal the deal for me would be a beautiful kitchen. A big cream-coloured sun drenched kitchen, with French windows that'll open to a herb garden outside, a big oak dinning table and a kitchen island with a wine rack in the centre, a wrought iron pot rack with gleaming copper pots and a plates cabinet just for beautiful crockery. And I would so wear a beautiful white dress and look pretty and serve you hot piping food in those plates. And we could have hot soup in those soup bowls and I would pour tea from one of those colourful teapots and we could have our evening tea in those dainty little rainbow teacups and won't life be beautiful then? Wouldn't you say you're in heaven then? Won't you love life? And won't you hear the butterflies sing? And the flowers dance and the sky smile? Won't you love? Won't you?
Sigh, I so need to stop dreaming and get back to the "real world". Oohhh, someone buy me somecrockery porcelain for heaven's sake! Or atleast take me to Istanbul! I'll buy those plates myself. Sniff.
Cruel, cruel, cruel world!
Yes, I'll get back to work now. Thank you.
This picture was clicked by a friend who's travelling to Istanbul. And those aren't plates love, those are pieces art! Orgasmically beautiful pieces of art that you could actually use!
Remember this scene from SATC2? Well, ofcourse a closet like that would make any woman go weak in her knees...but but...what would seal the deal for me would be a beautiful kitchen. A big cream-coloured sun drenched kitchen, with French windows that'll open to a herb garden outside, a big oak dinning table and a kitchen island with a wine rack in the centre, a wrought iron pot rack with gleaming copper pots and a plates cabinet just for beautiful crockery. And I would so wear a beautiful white dress and look pretty and serve you hot piping food in those plates. And we could have hot soup in those soup bowls and I would pour tea from one of those colourful teapots and we could have our evening tea in those dainty little rainbow teacups and won't life be beautiful then? Wouldn't you say you're in heaven then? Won't you love life? And won't you hear the butterflies sing? And the flowers dance and the sky smile? Won't you love? Won't you?
Sigh, I so need to stop dreaming and get back to the "real world". Oohhh, someone buy me some
Cruel, cruel, cruel world!
Yes, I'll get back to work now. Thank you.
Are We Breaking Up Again?
We'll be sitting in the summer sun and before you know, I'll burst into a million pink petals and I'll fly away with the breeze. Away. From the glorious you.
*****
I am lusting after Oranges. Mandarin Oranges.
*****
And that reminds me, Winter is here. And my lower lip looks like a pink orange.
*****
I missed you today, so I packed you a lunch. I hope you liked it.
*****
I painted my nails yellow. I feel 16 again. Yay? Yay.
*****
Is a woman beautiful only if men find her beautiful?
Does a woman's perspective matter at all?
*****
The sheer stupidity on this planet amazes me. Sometimes I wonder if expecting basic, bare minimum intelligence from people is asking for too much.
*****
Sometimes I wonder if I am stuck in a really bad novel.
*****
I have come to realise that I don't like very good people. I just can't stand the very nice, chaste, extremely moral ones. I like them with a hint of bad. I guess I can never really be friends with the lilly white or the sweet soul or the white knight. I will care for them, I will even be nice to them, but the one I love will always have a little darkness, a little black, a dirty spot.
The rose with the thorns. The beautiful lotus that grows in the muddy pond. The garden with the snake.
I feel comfortable around them.
*****
I am lusting after Oranges. Mandarin Oranges.
*****
And that reminds me, Winter is here. And my lower lip looks like a pink orange.
*****
I missed you today, so I packed you a lunch. I hope you liked it.
*****
I painted my nails yellow. I feel 16 again. Yay? Yay.
*****
Is a woman beautiful only if men find her beautiful?
Does a woman's perspective matter at all?
*****
The sheer stupidity on this planet amazes me. Sometimes I wonder if expecting basic, bare minimum intelligence from people is asking for too much.
*****
Sometimes I wonder if I am stuck in a really bad novel.
*****
I have come to realise that I don't like very good people. I just can't stand the very nice, chaste, extremely moral ones. I like them with a hint of bad. I guess I can never really be friends with the lilly white or the sweet soul or the white knight. I will care for them, I will even be nice to them, but the one I love will always have a little darkness, a little black, a dirty spot.
The rose with the thorns. The beautiful lotus that grows in the muddy pond. The garden with the snake.
I feel comfortable around them.
December 05, 2010
Can We Have A Pillow Fight?
If I count all the weddings I need to attend this December, December 2010, the count would probably cross 20. Not a surprise really, we are 27 already. I don't squeal with happiness when a girlfriend tells me she's getting married or act surprised when a guy friend says he's hitched. Marriage is now a fact of life. And every time I look at their pictures, honeymoon pictures, Bangkok and Rajasthan and Kerala and Mauritius, a strange feeling takes over. That sunrise, those cocktail shrimps, those flowers, that white neatly tucked bed, those are not ordinary pictures. Those are once in a life moments. Moments they waited for all their life. We all do. And maybe it's the wait that renders them beautiful.
Sigh. It feels like it was only yesterday, when I was listening to yet another Bryan Adams "Everything I do" dedication at the school fête and giggling. And now, everyone I know is getting married. I try not to make a big deal out of it, but it is a big deal. We've come such a long long way.
I feel positively ancient today. And alone.
*****
Will you dance with me
Take my hands and lead me,
With all my faults
In the ballroom waltz
That we might have done
Had we ever been young
It'll end in tears
But not for years
If you dance with me
Will you dance with me,
Me, with two left feet
You'd be showing me how
I'm no dancer now
But soon you and I
Could step into the sky
We'll go down in flames,
Of course, but love remains
If you dance with me
I'll make only sunny weather for you
The sky will be blue forever
I'll make only sunny weather for you
To keep me and you together
And you'll dance with me
In the rain, maybe
But we won't really mind
In the end we'll find
It was just a dance
And our little romance
It'll fall to dust
But only just
If you dance with me
It'll fall to dust
But only just
If you dance with me
Sigh. It feels like it was only yesterday, when I was listening to yet another Bryan Adams "Everything I do" dedication at the school fête and giggling. And now, everyone I know is getting married. I try not to make a big deal out of it, but it is a big deal. We've come such a long long way.
I feel positively ancient today. And alone.
*****
Will you dance with me
Take my hands and lead me,
With all my faults
In the ballroom waltz
That we might have done
Had we ever been young
It'll end in tears
But not for years
If you dance with me
Will you dance with me,
Me, with two left feet
You'd be showing me how
I'm no dancer now
But soon you and I
Could step into the sky
We'll go down in flames,
Of course, but love remains
If you dance with me
I'll make only sunny weather for you
The sky will be blue forever
I'll make only sunny weather for you
To keep me and you together
And you'll dance with me
In the rain, maybe
But we won't really mind
In the end we'll find
It was just a dance
And our little romance
It'll fall to dust
But only just
If you dance with me
It'll fall to dust
But only just
If you dance with me
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