I miss...

I miss
The could have beens...
The journeys I didn't go for..
The breathtaking views I didn't see...
The interesting people I didn't meet..
The conversations I didn't have..
The delicacies I didn't taste..
The rains which didn't drench me from head to toe..
The ocean waters which didn't lap at my feet..
The snow which didn't force me to stay indoors..
The path which didn't stretch endlessly in front of me..
The love I didn't share..
I wish....
And I miss..

Confessions...

Being with him is accepting him completely.

When his is the first name that comes to your mind when you hear something really good or something really bad.

When you say what he wants to say just by reading his silence.

When his big day is a bigger day for you.

When he cares for you in more ways than one can ever think of.

It includes letting him go, if he is yours he will come back.

There is something that holds you to him forever- an inexplicable bond stronger than the strongest.

When love for him shows you the way in an otherwise very dark road.

When u put ur hand ahead for the phone and instead he places his hand on yours.  :-)

When there comes a time in your relation where faith is all you got and all you need to go ahead.

When u trust like u have never trusted anyone else ever.

When he is the best at your worst.

When he glares at you for doing something wrong and u feel he has never loved you more.

New friendships, new loves...

There is just something about new friendships. They remind you of all good things that ever was in life. It's like a new beginning,a clean slate to write the best story ever written and another chance to a" happily ever after". Just like new love, when you feel that the world is a happy place and there is a smile on your face always irrespective of your situation.

I Miss....

In the daily routines of our lives, we stop doing what we want to do and just do what we need to do. The non stop staring at our office laptops keeps us away from the calm that used to fill us while staring at a starlit sky , sitting somewhere on a bench, in a park. The various appointments that fill our day planners does not include the most important appointment which we fail to keep almost everyday- with our self. The non stop ringing of your phone reminds you that you have not spoken to various loved ones since a long time. The weekdays just pass in a haze and the weekends comes by which is like a big celebration of " Its not a weekday". Thus, another week begins. In all this I sit and wonder what is missing? The answer which I get is that I miss the time which I spent with myself , I miss the joys of learning or discovering something new and I miss my favorite pastime, of all times- reading and writing.I miss.....

P.S:  The good thing is that this note is a sign that I have one less thing to miss now. :)

And the season of festivals begin...:)

The smell in the air, the urgency in the walk of  pedestrians, the happy smiles on the faces of shoppers on getting the best buy. Even when you are stuck in a traffic jam, there is an indulgent smile and a remark that this jams will be there till Pujas. While moving around the city in every other lane, you find a pandal in the making- a half made marble place, a hut and hundreds of other creations which leaves you baffled and builds up your anticipation, as to what will  the final outcome be like?. The other day, when we were driving around the city, a friend remarked that she loves the fragrance  of "Palash" flowers in the air during the Puja Season which made me realize that I was thinking the same thing and enjoying the fragrance. Everyone loves this feeling that Durga Maa is coming and bringing loads of joy and smiles for all of us. So much so that we forget every worry and  revel in the moment and find it difficult to bid farewell to Maa at the end of the auspicious 9 days.

May Maa bless you
with all her blessings and
keep you happy through-out the year!
Wishing you a Happy Durga Puja 

You and me...

Kindle in hand, sheets drawn up to chin and a famous romantic Bollywood number playing in the background suddenly made me think - Is that really what love is all about?. Where you feel that the sun rises and sets with your lover ? Well, I don't exactly think so I wouldn't want the sun for me to rise and set with him, though I wouldn't mind enjoying the view with him sitting beside me. So what is it for me then? I get the answer that it would be a relation where there is companionship and complete understanding among the partners, such that no soulful renditions would be required, just a look or smile would be enough. Though the romantic in me does agree that some amount of romanticism wouldn't go amiss and could help him to earn a few brownie points. ;)

Days in Room No: 607

The sun comes up...It’s a bright morning and we roommates wake up in phases.  We- Shruti, Minu and me. Shruti- with whom you cannot say whether she is meditating after getting up or just sitting and sleeping with her eyes closed. Minu- who is up from God knows when and been upto God knows what... ;) .And as for me- always the last one to get up, though Shruti has recently started giving me competition..Humph!. As for the turns in bathroom, it’s always been a fight between me and Shruti with Minu lording over us after having had her share and she never fails to give her condolences to the loser. Who has more classes’ competition is always on in our room with Minu and Shruti ganging up against me. I used to end up with more classes always but I got my sweet revenge during exams.:) Thanks to subjects like Derivatives and SAPM.

The days in our room could never be complete without special mention of our neighbours ( Nidhi and Pujal) who dropped in frequently and then we actually become like the “Hum Saath Saath Hai” family who eats together and stays together. Actually, if there is ever a tagline for our room, it would be – “It’s all about loving food”. Oh! How can I forget? Special thanks to Raghav Wate for special appearance on Skype..;)

 I miss my room and more importantly my roommates. Love ya guys...These wonderful days will always be missed.