Arms...

And he looked like that hour of the early morn, and the promise of more.

One Step Closer...

A Warm Bundle Of Dimpled Joy...

What I am listening to these days...

P.S: I might still not like kids, but I do like one liddle kid, a whole damn too much. Of course, who else is to be blamed but my dear friend hormones? Sometimes if I sit very still, I can even hear my bones creaking. Sigh, and it's 2011 still.

All Happy Souls...

I should have been born up in the hills somewhere, where there's wild grass and wild flowers, wind and blue skies. I should have been born in such a place and stayed there.

P.S: Maybe I just need a vacation.

P.S.S: Sorry for all sappy posts. Yes yes, I am going to blame it all on hormones. 

Nude...

Unseen...

You know, I never realised how awesome it was to have you around in the same office at T. Everytime there was something I needed to talk about, all I had to do was get up and walk over to your desk and you were there. I still sometimes get up from my desk here and imagine walking to your desk, the one next to the cafeteria. I see you wearing your white woolen jacket and your black-rimmed funky specs. I imagine you looking up from your laptop at me, and I imagine saying, "Munira, guess what happened". I miss you. So damn much. Why did you have to get married? :( They say you're happier when you stay close to your friends. I am unhappy. Call me to the US too. I'll come.

The Short Version...

Bible, Kuran, Bhagvad Gita, Guru Granth Sahib.

Books are our Gods.