My Person

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Stunningly beautiful she is.
With the loveliest long mane
with lovely brunette shades,
In stark contrast to lovingly being called Blondie.
Innocent and naive she looks,
but looks can be deceiving, I should know.
Loud and raucous she is, being naturally loud and what not.
People call her pretty, but most haven’t seen her at her prettiest best-
the best pig face made by any man!
But she’s quiet when you need her to be
and A heart of gold she has.
She exudes warmth as a person
and has not one mean bone in her body.
Crazy she is; but a reason to smile she gives.
She’s my 3:00 am loon I’d call.
She brings out the crazy in me but then again
That moral conscience of hers makes me be nice against my will.
She is a cat person; I am a dog person.
Yet without her I could not do,
Cause she is My Person.

Daily Prompt: Seasonal Scents

S’mores, salty ocean breezes, veggie burgers on the grill, sweaty people on the bus — what’s the smell you associate the most with summer? – The Daily Post

Summers in Bombay are typically exceedingly hot and unbearably humid, to a point that stepping out of your house before evening is practically torture. Along with all that humidity, throw into the mix a sea of people all sweating like pigs and really you wouldn’t need any other reason to hate the summers here.  Let’s not forget travelling by crowded local trains with people almost toppling over each other, just to get to college everyday. Having other people’s armpits being shoved in your face is really not how one would want to start their morning. Or even worse, people sweating up a storm and really stinking, feeling the need to invade your private space and sitting almost on top of you. Yes, summer for me is mostly associated with heat, humidity and sweat all around.

But then again summer is the time the mango season starts! The sweet-smelling mangoes, some sour, some sweet are the only other thing that makes the summers here and the sweat all around worth it!

 

Daily Prompt: Groundhog Week

If you could relive the past week, would you? Would you change anything?

Personally I don’t believing in living in the past. The past is exactly what it is: the past – gone and done with. If we keep dwelling on the past how are we going to enjoy what’s right in front of us. People lose out on so many moments perpetually living in the past that they fail to notice the beautiful things right in front of their eyes. What’s done is done and nothing we do now can change what’s already been done. Wouldn’t it then be better to stop with the moping and the wishing and taking the first steps in dealing with the consequences?

But then again even I wish it were that easy! *sigh*

No, I don’t particularly want to relive last week, but I wish someone would build me a time machine so that I could go back in time and change just one moment from last week. They say that all good things  come to an end and that’s essentially what I ended up doing. Bring things royally crashing down and I just wish I could go back in time and learn to shut up when I should.

But heeding my own advice, I know that’s not possible so I just have to pluck up some courage and do what I have to, to make things right. And although I’d much rather take that moment back, I’ve learnt to live in the present, not dwell on the past and enjoy what’s happening now.

Words.

One word. That’s all it takes to make someone’s day.
One word. That’s also all it takes to bring someone’s world crashing down.

Words, they empower you like no other. There’s a reason people say ‘The pen is mightier than the sword.’
That one word and it can burn a hole through your heart, douse you in love, or bring you tears of joy. And yet sometimes there are no words to express what you have to say, no words that can express exactly how much you mean what you say.

There’s a jumble of words swirling in my head, hazy and broken.
It’s so loud inside but it goes eerily quiet when I have to say them to you.
I wish I could take them back, I wish I could wipe that memory clear off your mind.
Drowning in regret, but alas, I still have no explanation for my actions.
I know you say it’s silly now but that does nothing to ease back my pain and guilt.
I know I’d said I’d drop it but I couldn’t shut my brain from over thinking.
So here’s to you, I have nothing more to offer other than more words:
I don’t know why I said it but I do know that I didn’t mean any of it.
I can’t believe I actually implied you would do what I did,
but I do believe that you’d never do anything that ghastly. Ever.

Just one more word for you.
One word. Five letters. Said with as much meaning as I can put into it.
S.O.R.R.Y.

Love,
Always.

Constance and Change: The Two Friends

You walk into this place, dark and intimidating. The only beam of light falling in is through the open door. You’re uneasy, very uneasy. Frantic butterflies are flittering about in you. You can’t breathe all of a sudden. These walls are closing in and there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The walls don’t stop, they’re closing in on you. Fear, heavy and hard lodges itself in your chest. There’s nothing you can do to dispel it from you and your heart continues its frenetic pounding. A quick twirl where you’re standing but you still can’t find a way out. The fear has manifested in you so deep, it holds you prisoner in your own mind. This place is new, it is dark and it is intimidating. You desperately want to hold on to that one constant that will keep you sane. You grasp around in the dark to find this constant but your hands come up empty, clutching at nothing but the musty air. Jolts of fear still run through you, but is there ever really a constant? Change, change is the only constant that one can have in their life, a constant that never remains a constant. Your eyes have only just adjusted to the dark but your heart is still running ahead. Things look so bleak through your eyes right now, but you know, that come one day, that heart will calm down and the butterflies will lay dormant again. One day, your mind will break free of its shackles and one day you will see the daylight again. You just have to believe.

Andaman, You Beauty!

You know you’re in one of the best places in the world when you can sit on a wall in the beach and just stare out at the water for hours together and feel only a sense of serenity and peace. From the sky being painted shades of orange, pink and purple together to the water having four different shades of blue and to being treated to the most breathtaking view from the top of a cliff. From boat rides to cars being transported in the boats, to limestone caves and the natives of Andaman! Engulfed in beauty, the island holds a beckoning charm which just makes you want to go back there in the near future and it makes for a an extremely picturesque place. Here are some pictures from my trip there:

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Bottom of the Ocean

She was sinking, sinking deep in the pools of her despair,
She was alone, so alone.
No one to talk to, to laugh with, no one to lean on while tears silently dripped down her cheeks.
Everyone had ‘their person’. Who did she have?

She was taught that sharing is good. But she didn’t want to share anymore. She was so tired, tired of it all. All she wanted was that one person, that one friend, who would, for once in her life, put her first. Let her occupy the top ledge.

She didn’t want the illusion anymore, ’cause everytime reality struck she was toppled off from the top ledge and she went hurtling down and crashed into the hard ocean bed. She was broken. It cost her too much to  bring herself up from this. With iron manacles shackling her down to the ocean floor, she was drowning, drowning in her own pool of misery. Weighing a ton, it was a struggle to the surface every single time.

And yet she learned her lesson not. Because she let herself hope. Let herself be swept away in the fantasy. Because in the fantasy the lead role thrust upon her, it made her joyous. Joyous but forgetful as it would seem she’d forgotten her struggles all together until she came tumbling down again.

How does she put a stop to this, she knows not. It’s too late to look for that person, yet never to late to learn from her past endeavours, that she’ll never come first. All she needs to do is stop living in the illusion, to open her eyes and accept reality.

That’s all anyone can do in life, really.