I become a little like you, when I love you!

Have been planning to write for this title since very long, pities, that couldn’t find time at all. I have one such habit of chalking out the title first and then writing on/about it. So, this time the title talks about ‘LOVE’…the most talked about…the most avoided…the most forbidden…the most precious…and the most beautiful feeling in the whole wide world.

A saying that goes something like this: “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with", explains a lot of what I am trying to say. When in love the ‘five people’ become ONE and you are 24 cross 7 with the one you love, at times in person and on the other in thoughts. So be aware! Be extra careful while choosing the one you love, because, my dears, you become a little like him/ her, when you love him/her. Scary, isn’t it!?? But, if you let it become beautiful it won’t be scary, trust me.

Before moving on further with this post, I want to share something. I started this post for it to be funny, wicked and full of sarcasm. But as I write on further love engulfs me full circle and I want this post to be anything but sarcastic and wicked, moreover, I wouldn’t dare to make fun of love!!

Ah!  Love engulfs me full circle and I become like you. I say-why not…as… I, endlessly, think of you…I, tenderly, dream of you…I, breathlessly, talk of you…I, shyly, hide from you…I, impatiently, seek for you…I, religiously, hope for you and in between I, silently, wish… I wish, I become a little like you, when I love you…just a little!! 

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She had dreamy eyes…

Looking towards the sky with a smile

Fascination struck her high

 I don’t know what she had in her mind

 All I can say is that she had dreamy eyes.

Moon lightened face, enormous grace

Brows so beautiful, voice delightful

A poised presence, feeling of content

And dreams in the dreamy eyes.

Trying to capture the stars, while each one had a fall

Her eyes glittered…

She wanted them, wanted them all

And it was evident through her dreamy eyes.

….And life goes on

Often when I walk through the memory lanes of my childhood I remember the places I visited, the trees and plants I spoke to, the streets where I played endlessly from dawns till dusks-fond memories of my childhood. I find myself more attached to the ‘homes’ I lived in, my father had a transferable job so I got to travel a lot-fortunately! I think, from there comes the nomad in me. Each time we had to move from one place to another I would cringe from inside. As I was a ‘strong girl’ I did not cry in front of everyone, especially not in front of my brother, pushing the lump away, looking upwards so that no-one could see my tears-I used to run  to a corner and come back smiling.

A whole new story began after coming to a new place, a new home, new friends, new streets and new attachments from there on. It’s a good thing about a child’s mind that it adjusts quickly and forgets easily, unlike a grown up mind. Although attachments are lifelong but at some point in time the newer ones have to take over the older ones and that’s how the older ones become fond memories, this is a way of life that can’t be questioned. Time passes and likewise it passed for me too; few things that life has taught me in all these years are- to take life as it comes, embrace the new happenings with joy and to move on(not always easy!) …move on to a new beginning. 

I know, moving on will make me cringe from inside , probably a million times, but am sure I will push the lump away, look upwards for a while to hold back my tears, run to a corner and come back SMILING…and that’s how life goes on….for you and for me.

I wish I was a bird!

When I stare through my window, in Mumbai, I see a moderate sized guava tree and in that tree lot of birds and bird nests, it’s my favorite pass time to stare through windows and see the birds flying and chirping. When I was a child I used to hear a story from my grand ma in which this little boy knew bird’s language and could understand what they were saying and I used to immediately think that once am bigger I will learn birds’ language. It intrigues me no end to know what they think of us and what stories they have of faraway lands where they come from or migrate to, in summers and winters.

A fascinating little body and pretty little round eyes with those amazing little wings, ah! They are so beautiful.  My grand ma used to tell me another story in which she mentioned a cunning bird that used to hide the food from other birds in her squint left eye, and that promptly made me ask my grand ma –“daadi chidiya bhi kya badmash hoti hai”… The little stature can be anything but cunning; I used to think to myself.  My curious little mind would often fly high with the birds to the blue skies, beyond the hills and the mountains, by the river…a world of my own and the birds’.

 I wish I lived in that guava tree, I wish I could taste the first fruit of my ‘home- tree’ in its season, I wish I could fly my worries away, I wish I could feel the life where there are no boundaries . I wish I was a bird, a bird with fascinating little body, pretty little round eyes and with those Amazing little wings, ah! I would be so beautiful.