A Love Story that Dies Midway, but not the Love.
There is a beautiful stretch of road I often take to get home. Being in the city, I almost always avoid the central areas and junctions. While the alleyways are narrow, long, winding and time consuming, I prefer the coolness of those interiors rather than the heat and pollution of the main roads. Lined with trees, … Continue reading The Stranger on the Bike
Read Some Inappropriate things - 1 here That week, a movie had been the reason for his visit. He visited again the next week, this time because he had to buy some new clothes for himself. During a few earlier visits too, she had helped him pick his clothes. It had become their 'thing' now. If he … Continue reading Some Inappropriate Things
Grandma's hunger is depended on what her grandchildren eat. If we are well fed, she is satiated.
"Whom do you like the most? Your father or your mother?" This was (and is I guess) a cliched question people asked children. When they used to ask me, I used to think just for a moment and say, "My Ammamma." That is what I call my Grandma. I had been thinking of starting … Continue reading Grandma Tales
Day 3 - Four Beliefs or Opinions I am back after a break with the Four things Ten Days Challenge. If you have been a long time friend of mine, you'd already know that I have some really strong beliefs & opinions. I wouldn't say that I am right about everything. I could be wrong. … Continue reading Four Beliefs or Opinions
As they walked through the platform, his hands brushed against hers. There were people everywhere, going in all directions. Some going towards the train, some away from it, some going up the stairs to the next platform. The railway station was buzzing with life. She wondered if it had been like this all the time. … Continue reading Some Inappropriate Things
100 Happy Days - Day 86 Happiness is a chair, a book and the threshold of an Ocean and not knowing which one makes you happier. Every Bibliophile's dream - A serene spot with a view, some peace and a book. Behold! An evening at the beach, watching the waves breaking against the rocks, holding … Continue reading Conversing With the Waves
I am addicted to you. Addicted to the searing pain Coursing through my existence When you caress My gaping wounds. In your absence I notice, My addictions are Tearing me apart. When you are Beside me, I realize, I enjoy being torn by you. Image courtesy - abstract.desktopnexus.com
It's time To take my leave. Starting tonight, Watch out for me When the dusk approaches. Look towards the skies As they light up gradually. I'll be up there. Hanging the stars One at a time. Pic courtesy: 3leapfrogs.tumblr.com
True Story ❤
He-man dearest, This will be one among the hundreds of letters written by me to you and this will find you at the right time. This time, I wouldn't write poems stolen from great writers. This time, it isn't cheesy lines or mundane anecdotes. On the contrary, it is about some promises I'd like to … Continue reading To He-Man, With Love, Teela
This post has been picked as one among the Tangy Tuesday posts by Blogadda A leaf from my diary 🙂
Come see me, Not because you have something to give me Not because you need something from me. *** Come see me Not because you passed by Not because it is my birthday Not because it is our anniversary *** Come see me, Only if you have that overpowering urge to see me That makes you … Continue reading Come See Me
If someone slashed and hacked your heart to pieces, worry not! It is time for someone else to come along and restore it for you. 🙂 After all, isn't it a joy to see them hold your heart so fondly, heal the wounds carefully and make you whole again? Have a hearty day 😀 Courtesy: zenpencils … Continue reading Whole, Ruptured, Punctured & Remade Hearts