I can hear a voice. Calling out to me from a distance. The voice seems familiar. I recognize it. The unbridled passion. The unadulterated happiness. The absolute contentment. The distance. That is something I cannot judge. It seems easy to reach out to. But nearly impossible to cross that distance. A few years probably. A … More The Lost Voice
I liked him, he liked her. He knew I liked him. He asked her to ask me, why I liked him. I didn’t know they liked each other. I poured my heart out to her. I’d never felt this exposed even when I was absolutely naked. Why did they do this? What did it … More Blind, No More.
There have been a million times I have felt guilty for letting this blog stay dormant, for the pages to stay barren, for my thoughts – yearning for a chance to be penned down- die a slow, painful, silent death. What’s my excuse to be away from the one thing that truly drives me? Busyness. … More Earth, calling Lucille!
I keep trying so hard to forget him, to get him out of my conscious thoughts. And it makes me think, if it is such a struggle, maybe forgetting him isn’t the thing to do. If he keeps popping into my head whenever I am trying to find myself, in a space that is meant … More The Window to his Soul!
The silence between us, it’s killing me. It’s not the one where we blissfully soak in each other’s company. It’s the ‘forced, well-thought-of, decision-taken-by-the-mind’ silence. But what do I do about this crazy heart which is dying to ask you just one simple thing, “how are you, darling?”
The way you look at me. That soft look, that sense of pride, that I’m all yours. All my time, just for you. That everyone ceases to exist when you’re around. That look. That satisfied grin. That beaming smile. Do you even know what that does to me? Let me tell you. It stirs something inside of … More That Look!
Follow my blog with Bloglovin You & I. We are like the ocean and its shore. Have you ever noticed them? Or their love story? Their love is infinite. Unmeasurable. Unconditional. Unattainable. Yet, they never fail to give themselves to each other. The waves, bracing themselves for those few seconds when they finally kiss the shore. The … More Love Infinite.
Daytime. That’s easy. The constant buzz. The never-ending task list. The unexpected projects. There are a million ways to keep myself busy. To keep my mind off you. It’s the nights that worry me. When I’m longing to know how you’ve been. What went on in your day. Hoping you didn’t have a stressful one. Are … More Those Nights
Am I incapable of dealing with complex emotions? Has the fear of pain, rejection, and mistrust left me cynical, crazy, and questioning every motive? I don’t want to hurt any more. Is that too much to ask? Please spare my heart. It took me a long time to mend the broken pieces. The scars still show, … More Emotional Being
Is it easier to pretend you don’t care, than to actually feel? You know what emotions make me feel? Foolish. Silly. Naive. Gullible. Oh, I wish I didn’t care.
You? You’re like a gust of cool wind, that kisses my cheek on a warm, sunny day. You’re like the birdsong I love waking up to. Like that tune I’ve got stuck in my head, for more than a week now. That won’t go away even after I’ve heard a million more. You. You’re like … More Haunted
Today, I shall know know more than what I knew yesterday. ~ A Mentor
This feels all too familiar. I’ve been through this before. The way you creeped into my heart slowly Tearing down the brick walls around it with your bare hands. Peeling every complex layer that I’d added over the years. Tears stinging the eyes, no one seems to mind. The sound of something being unlocked. My heart … More Hooked up with Pain!
18.11.1991 My favourite Grandmother’s birthday. (Well, I did not get to meet my other grandmother (Nana Lucy), so Nana Ivy was a clear winner!) This was also the day I saw her for the last time. My 6 year old heart broke into a million pieces. I couldn’t fathom why she had to leave us. … More Hello Nana. Goodbye Nana.
Travelling over bridges delights me. It reminds me of the time when my dad would encourage me to take a coin, make a silent wish, kiss it, and throw it nice and far… so that it would reach the water. And then, no matter how much I was dying to tell him what I asked … More Wishing over bridges…
I don’t usually use this word for people, but this one’s an exception. I hate her. There I said it. Why do I hate her? cos she’s so dumb. Yet she thinks she’s so smart. Psuedo-intellectual. That’s what I’d like to call her. I can’t hold a conversation with her before I start mentally making … More The Other One!
Death. It has such a funny way of bringing out your real feelings. Feelings that you didn’t even know existed. Feelings for someone you don’t really know. Feelings that make you appreciate the ones you do know a lot more. For years, there was this unconscious love and respect I had for someone who taught … More Goodbye Genie!
I’d just clocked in 30 working hours, back to back. Working overnight to meet another impossible Friday deadline. Advertising. That’s all I needed to say, and that sympathetic look would come my way, where people wonder what kind of a lunatic I am to indulge in self-torture of this kind. (I mean, aren’t there other … More A different time!
I grabbed a bunch of my besties and arrived at the most awaited event of the year- our annual college festival. The crowd was massive. The rule was simple. If we get lost, we meet where we are right now: the basketball court. The events were interesting, and scattered across the campus. Getting lost was … More If it were meant to be…
I didn’t think there was any truth in the belief that ‘a girl and a guy can never be JUST friends’. We were inseparable. We always had something to talk about. The incessant chatter, the never ending gossip sessions… that zoned out the entire group. Only we understood each other jokes, completed each other’s sentences. … More BF: do we have to pick between best friend or boyfriend?
It was Sunday. He wanted to cook his favourite Chicken Lonvas (an East Indian preparation). There, in the sweltering heat, he stood shirtless in his favourite nylon shorts, sweat trickling down his huge belly. Crushed garlic turning brown, onions turning translucent. His senses were indulging in the sights and scents of his culinary skills, it … More An ounce of innocence!
“What the fuck are we doing here at night?” I asked, taking in the cold, dark cemetery that lay before us near St. Andrews Church in Bandra. It was my 30th birthday. I had decided to make up for a huge fight with Lucille. In that instant, I knew I made a mistake. This could be her revenge. … More Gift in the Cemetery
Your soft kisses left a delicate trail against my skin, and my mind. When I brush my hand against those spots, I can vividly relive those tender moments. Especially that balmy afternoon, that showed me a side of you I’ll never forget! I loved the way you looked at my neck longingly, like as if … More A kiss to build a dream on!
A world where words come alive. A world where stories are brewed. A world where everyday instances become larger than life. A world that’s better than reality. A world that allows you to get through almost anything. Rejection. Heartbreak. Grief. Loss. Pain. Solitude. Loneliness. Self-doubt. A world that allows you to celebrate almost anything. Undiluted … More A Writer’s World!
I find relief in your crazy mood swings. They reassure me that you’re still thinking of me, even when you don’t want to talk to me. And when you finally break that silence, I know those words have been rehearsed over a million times in your head. And that you couldn’t wait to tell me all the … More Crazy, Love?
A Letter to myself. My current self. My current 28 year old self. Dear Lucille, It seems like you’ve gone and done it again. It’s like you never learn, isn’t it? Your experiences don’t count, you don’t play safe at all? Why do you trust so easily? Why? Why do you believe that the world … More A Letter To Myself
So, I’m back to blogging about my train journeys. Yeah, yeah. I absolutely love it. Any problem? No. Good. Anyway, I’ve realized that I’ve been travelling by Mumbai Locals since 2001 -that’s 12 years of second class journeys – with old nagging aunties, who manage you give you an entire body massage from Malad to … More I LOVE eavesdropping in local trains!
Blood is not thicker than water. She was not related to us, but she related to everything connected with our lives. She was not a family member, thrust upon us by default. She was someone my dad worked with, and someone we chose to get close to. She was much more than a family friend, … More Goodbye & Hello
This post has been selected as a Blogadda WOW post (Dated 15th September). The waves were lashing against the wall they were seated on. The sun had just set, and the dusky amber sky created the perfect backdrop for a romantic evening. She was twiddling her fingers, nervously playing with the diamond ring he’d gotten … More The hues of romance…
This post has been selected as a Blogadda WOW post (Dated 25th August). Sunday, 18th August. Rishikesh Building: 6.30 pm The children geared up for another game of cricket. It was risky, because just a month ago, they had been warned by the society, not to play cricket in the garden. Reason? Too many complaints … More Crossing Boundaries…
So this post is looooooooooooooooong overdue… in fact, blogwatig bestowed the honour of the Liebster Award on me exactly a year ago (23rd August, 2012 to be precise). And I have been such a lazy ass. It has taken me about 3 blogger meets, and over a 30 posts to get to this one. And I’m glad … More L for Liebster, L for Lucille, L for Love!
Kindness. Compassion. I believe school friendships are the most genuine ones we could ever have. And uniforms played a huge role in wiping out stereotypes, discrimination & prejudices. We made friends with a single hello, and some of them do manage to last forever. This one, unfortunately, did not last for long. But in that … More Do Right. Inspire Right.
This post has been selected as a Blogadda WOW post (Dated 11th August). A day of many learnings… A day of irreparable scars. A day the city drowned, A day also when humanity rose above expectations. A day when I celebrated my first Malhar volunteer meet. A day I realized the importance of communication. A … More 26.07.13. This day. 8 years ago.
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Last week, something shocked me out of my wits. A friend, a trekking buddy – who I’ve had the privilege of trekking with just once, passed away! ON HIS BIRTHDAY! On his way to his birthday celebrations! Ironic. Tragic. Call it what you may, but the pain caused can never reversed.…
It was a nice, breezy Thursday evening. A mid-week holiday, thanks to Gudi Padwa. That day also marked a milestone in our lives. And Bandra was the place to be. So with mom, sisters & friend in tow, we headed to Bandstand, just to chill out and watch the sun set over the endless horizon. My … More Walk of Fame – take a bow, Zena!
She’s probably the only one who knows the entire story. She knows how you’ll met, where you’ll met and probably even remembers the date. She must’ve even told you how to handle the first date, and the ones that followed. She knows about your first fight, and hated the fact that he could reduce you to … More “I Love Him Too!”
Small note to the MEN of the world: Please do not attribute our EVERY mood swing to PMS. Its obnoxious for you to blame perfectly normal bodily functions for your abnormalities! Most of the time, it is JUST YOU that pisses us off. Period. *no pun intended* FYI, we also hate it when you pretend … More It’s that time of the Month!
He notices me reading my novel, I notice him reading my expressions. He glances by my side and watches me chat animatedly, I glance by to steal a quick look and catch him staring at me unabashedly. He stops by for a chat, I turn towards my earphones and novel, grumbling under … More It all started with a glance…
He pings me on gtalk, I try to contain my shock. Each day, the conversations grow longer, And my initial apprehensions get smaller. Chats turn to smses, Smses turn to calls The random forwards turn to sweet emails Playful chiding turns to sweet compliments He talks about everything the sun And he has me jumping … More the story continues…
The chats had now become compulsary, No longer a ‘stranger’, he was more like my ‘best buddy’ Was it friendship, or a lil more? I guess that’s something we’d never know! He started talking about ‘her’ And how she might like him too And although I found the ‘third person’ references juvenile, I encouraged them … More Kahani mein twist…
Did he think about me at all, Did he miss me at all? Was this a dream, Did I imagine it all? Where did the last 2 years go? Is this the end of the show? All those emails I typed but never sent The 9 digits I dialled but never the tenth! Deleted him … More I finally got all my answers…
It can make you dance with joy, or reach for the moon It’s the little things in life, that bring the most joy to you. Some you may notice, others may be sub conscious, A million sweet memories, the effects will always linger. They could be those of the universe dancing to your tunes… Like … More The little things that make a big difference…
Last week, something shocked me out of my wits. A friend, a trekking buddy – who I’ve had the privilege of trekking with just once, passed away! ON HIS BIRTHDAY! On his way to his birthday celebrations! Ironic. Tragic. Call it what you may, but the pain caused can never reversed. How, you may ask? … More Tu muskura, jahan bhi hain… tu muskura!
“Not a day goes by, when I don’t think of you after all this time, you’re still with me, it’s true!” ~ Lonestar He could make the day seem bright, with just one smile. All my troubles, all my worries, they would just melt away with one tight hug. With those big, protective arms closing … More Always on my mind!
“… in order to play out our destiny, we must read the world for hidden daily blessings” ~ Paulo Coelho Its amazing how I’ve started believing in signs, especially after reading this author’s brilliant books! I guess I was always surrounded by them, but off late… they are so obvious, that its hard for me … More “Dream a little dream for me”
what it would be like if you were a bird – careless & free, roaming the skies aimlessly… not bothering about money or food, or jobs & relationships and the stress attached to it! how the moon looks like vanilla ice cream with the words kwality scribbled all over it(sometimes, it looks like cheese too) … More Have you ever wondered…
Once Buddha was walking from one town to another town with a few of his followers. This was in the initial days. While they were traveling, they happened to pass a lake. They stopped there and Buddha told one of his disciples, “I am thirsty. Do get me some water from that lake there.”
The disciple walked up to the lake. When he reached it, he noticed that right at that moment, a bullock cart started crossing through the lake. As a result, the water became very muddy, very turbid. The disciple thought, “How can I give this muddy water to Buddha to drink! “So he came back and told Buddha, “The water in there is very muddy. I don’t think it is fit to drink.” After about half an hour, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back to the lake and get him some water to drink. The disciple obediently went back to the lake. This time too he found that the lake was muddy. He returned and informed Buddha about the same. After sometime, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back. The disciple reached the lake to find the lake absolutely clean and clear with pure water in it. The mud had settled down and the water above it looked fit to be had. So he collected some water in a pot and brought it to Buddha. Buddha looked at the water, and then he looked up at the disciple and said,” See what you did to make the water clean. You let it be…. and the mud settled down on its own – and you got clear water.
Your mind is also like that too. When it is disturbed, just let it be. Give it a little time. It will settle down on its own. You don’t have to put in any effort to calm it down. It will happen. It is effortless.”
“Having ‘peace of mind’ is not a strenuous job; it is an effortless process!”