Routine, today!

Dear Blog,


Been away for a long time. Just thought you should know what's happening these days. So here goes:


The sky, the moon, the stars, the wind,
The rosary above and the three kings.


Hand in hand, staring right above,
The world seems like a fresh trove.


It is amazing to feel this again,
Walking down the same memory lane.


New they will be, a little mature,
Balanced and sweet, vague and unsure.


Going with the flow, making my own path,
Screw the society as long as it lasts.


Love,
N

Home Sweet Home

Dear Blog,

I was just sitting in front of my laptop and selecting photos to be put up as my desktop backgrounds when suddenly I realized I hadn’t made the list.

I opened Sticky Notes and grabbed a pen and paper. I scrolled through the items I’d listed and furiously started jotting them down. As I went through the list, I could imagine the feel of each fabric on me; the halter strap, the fluttering hem of my skirt, the comfort of my shorts, and to top it all, the taste of my mom’s food.

It was only three months yet it felt like an eternity. I was dying to have home cooked food. It was the first time I realized the importance and craving for it. I just want to savor the delicacies my mom prepares; just take it all in. Ah! I can smell Puran Poli being made. And my mouth is literally watering.

This time last year, I was contemplating staying on rent for travelling convenience and had even checked a few places out. I had wanted to just get out of my home and experience the single life. But now that I have it, it’s not all that cool. I mean yes, you have your freedom (however limited it can be), but with that freedom, come a hell lot of responsibilities and duties you never foresaw. If you ask me now, I want to go back to my safe haven.

Today is my last night in the hostel, of the 1^st trimester ‘cause tomorrow night I’m flying back home. I’m going to that greenery which was my entire life before. I’m a free bird flying back to the warmth of my parents. I never thought staying away from family would be this heart wrenching. Lord alone knows what am I going to do when I get married!

Love,

N

It Is You

Dear Blog,


The emptiness of my heart,
The hollow wound of my soul.
Amidst all the sadness,
Crawling towards hope.


A ray of sunshine,
The cloud's silver lining.
Is as good as a myth,
Old, dusty and dying.


Dread clasps my body,
A sinking feeling arose.
Am I drowning or am I dead,
The truth remains untold.


Pretence is above me,
I'm filled till the nose.
Breathing is a task,
And movement a pose.


Never should be anyone limited thus,
Grasping for love surrounded by dust.


Happiness is huge and in small events,
Take it all in, your final destination awaits.


Love,
N