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So? How’s it going?? Monsoons are upon us and I am determined to enjoy them as much as I can. At least whatever little Delhi gets. There is something about rains that just makes me happy. For no particular reason. And I seem to need that. A lot.


I realized it when I was back home with the family to celebrate the arrival of my brother’s first-born, and amongst the happy madness that home and family is, there were many moments of quiet peace and contentment. I was instructed with the charge of getting my younger nephew (all of 5 years) bathed and ready for play school one morning as my sister ferried around the older one from one hobby class to another. Just the bounce, joy and vigour he approached the task of washing his face, bathing, enjoying the water with wonder, reminded me that all we need to be happy is to re-learn from children. We were all there once, and slowly with adulthood and responsibility and life and disappointments, lose that spontaneity along the way as more worldly matters demand our attention. At one point I found myself giggling endlessly, as he attempted to recreate bubbles from soap after he caught one formed on his hand by chance. I continued to observe him through breakfast, as he made a game of hide and seek with the omelette and bread and I decided I had been eating it one way too long. I matched him step by step, how he tried various bites of only omelette, some omelette and more bread, more bread and less omelette, with sauce, without sauce….and that meal surely packed a punch.

We hopped our way to the lift to go down the building, and made a full game of switching the fan off, then on (generally I am the maasi who’s teaching them manners and appropriate public behaviour!) and racing to the car to see who’d come first. I dropped him off for his business and was smiling from ear to ear the whole time. When I saw the building (home) approaching, I raced my sister to the lift.

It was more fun than I can imagine. Doing stuff without a reason.

And I think we all need that more often than not. So I woke up this morning, told the cook to not make any food, and radomly looked at cooking sites. I decided on a Gujarati snack called lauki muthiya and made it to utter satisfaction. Perfect monsoon food if you ask me! And then I decided I want to bake a cake. I don’t really feel comfortable around the oven *yet*, so I simply steamed it. Utterly delicious.

And then the books. So many books. Unending, unyielding books. More books before the last lot is over, and not enough time. There is never enough time. ..But fortunately, there is. Today. I am spending the next 5 days following this routine. Make a new dish (whether snack or main course or whatever catches my fancy that given morning), and I am going to read. Endlessly. Without a care in the world. Without a reason. Just because.


July 29, 2015 at 15:02 4 comments

You know what?

William Barclay said, There are two great days in a person’s life – the day we are born and the day we discover why.

Today, like every year,  we celebrate the first. My birthday wish  for you this year is that one day soon, you discover the second.

Happy birthday Twin Flame.



Kuch kariye, Kuch kariye
Nas nas meri khauley,
Haaye kuch kariye

Kuch kariye, Kuch kariye
Bas bas bada boley
Ab kuch kariye

Koi toh chal zidd phadiye
Doobe dariya ya mariye
Koi toh chal zidd phadiye…
Doobe dariya ya mariye…

Kooncho mein galiyon mein

Raashan ki phaliyon mein
Bailon mein beejon mein
Eidon mein teejo mein

Hey reton ke daano mein
Filmon ke gaano mein
Sadko ke gaddon mein
Baaton ke addon mein

Hunkaara aaj bharle
Dus barah baar karle
Rehna na yaar peeche
Kitna bhi koi kheenche

Tas se na mas hai ji
Zidd hai toh, zidd hai ji

Pisna yunhi, Pisna yunhi
Pisna yunhi patthar ye….

Koi toh chal zidd phadiye
Doobe dariya ya mariye
Koi toh chal zidd phadiye…
Doobe dariya ya mariye…


Basically to say, you must work hard and get rich, so that I can live happily ever after.

Simple, isn’t it? ;)



October 20, 2014 at 00:00 1 comment

“We love the things we love for what they are.” ~ Robert Frost

That  quote above can sum up a Libran for you. I am sure there are stereotypes associated with sun signs, and I have spent numerous days/hours of my young life reading Linda Goodman no ness, but I have associated myself as a “typical” Libran, for what its worth. Ritzy shared the following post with me, and I read it, re-read it, and was actually stunned to realize every word holds true. How I love deeply, and hurt equally deeply, how I am a bundle of sunshine and the epitome of sadness itself…all contradictions in the same person. How the tears flow freely, and need to, often, and how grave injusticies in the world without any direct connection to me, are enough to make me angry or sad beyond the usual.


So yes, even in the virtual world, read the following, and you will know me. Rarely do we come across a piece written by another, that can sum up you so well. This does.  Re-blogged from here.


“We love the things we love for what they are.” ~ Robert Frost

A Libra longs for partnership, it is her heart’s forever-wish; but to love a Libra, you must love her completely.

A Libra will need space; she’ll need freedom to be who she is in any given moment. She wants to suffer, celebrate, hate and adore who she is. These things are always changing and often conflicting, because she’s constantly discovering new pieces of who she is.

She’ll never tell you something critical straightaway, instead she’ll sit with it until the perfect words ring true in her heart and ever-so-carefully move into her mouth. Even then, she might write you a letter. Because the intensity of her feelings can make the speaking of words such a task.

She loves words. She loves the magic they hold, the way they can free her (and so few things can).

So to love a Libra, understand that the words always matter—they are the brush strokes of her heart. She won’t lie, she’s no good at it. She won’t brag, for she holds words in too high esteem. Your words must never be cheapened through unfulfilled promises or patronization. If your speech is unkind, she’ll remember and the words will never hurt less.

She’s an artist,, through and through. But a Libra, to survive in the world, must find her medium. The words, or paints, the delicate, mindful crease of a freshly-made bed—it’s all art to her. Beautiful pieces of anything. She needs objects and sounds and smells and textures to resonate with that place deep inside that says, “Yes. That’s it, now it is exactly right.” To love a Libra, you must know this.

She’ll need her art like you need your breath—without it, she will lose track of who she is.

You must watch the curve of her mouth; her lips will purse (ever-so-slightly) and when they do, you can rest assured that her mind wanders because her heart is not still. You’ll notice her eyes are far away; in that moment, you must let her go there—to the place where the words find their way to the air—but not for too long. She’s always in danger of escaping for too long.

She seeks stillness.

A Libra will love her body. She’ll hate her body too. But you must love it, you must always love it. You must look into her eyes and smile. Move her hair from her face so you can get a better look. You must touch the places that hardly get touched: her neck as she does the dishes, her collar bone as she types at her desk, her hip as you stand in line at the grocery store. You must weave the ordinary with the erotic. Slide your hands firmly over every inch of her skin as if it were the first time you’ve ever touched her. You must touch her. She’ll crave your embrace and wither without it.

She needs romance. And so many kisses.

She needs to be whisked away to see the world and she needs a comfortable home to return to.

She’ll cry. A lot. She’ll cry and you won’t know what’s wrong. She won’t tell you what’s wrong, not at first, because she might not know. There will be times when she simply needs to feel sadness, she needs to feel the struggle of being alive, even when you both don’t understand.

Whatever it is, she feels it more.

The weight of her fears, her curiosities, everything: of being human, of responsibility, of hate and violence and injustice, of beauty and lightness and breath, all of it. It frighteners her, but amazes her too. So she’ll need time and space to explore, to dance and to fall apart, because there is nothing more lovely than a Libra experiencing the world. She sees magic where others do not. She needs to believe in magic. Ferociously.

And when she finally turns 30—when the leaves are changing and she feels most herself—you’ll be mindful of her feelings; because, even if it isn’t a big deal, it is a big deal and the tears that stream for no particular reason come from a place of shame in her heart.

To love a Libra, you must celebrate; you must celebrate her, life, the amazing, the plain, everything and anything.

To love a Libra is to love the very essence of love, warts and all.

There’s a delicate balance—a perpetual tug-of-war—between feeling fierce and complete against feeling soft and frail. Always trying to reach that impossible balance, she never quite knows who she is.

To compensate for the not-knowing she’ll please everyone around her. She’ll accommodate others and fix situations until you resent her for it; but, to love a Libra is to see that her self-sacrifice, no matter how destructive, is how she loves. Her bleeding heart is how she finds her place in a world that can be unkind; it’s the way she can claim some shred of control—she believes that kindness is what matters most.

A Libra needs you to push her toward self-care. She’ll never choose her needs first, so you’ll have to teach her this craft. You’ll need to teach her that putting her needs before others is not the same as selfishness, because she sees selfishness as ugly.

Ugliness scares her.

Loneliness too.

Her heart will break often. Her heart will feel lonely and sad about many things, but you must never be the one to break it completely.

To capture a Libra’s heart is to capture her heart forever. There are no partners more committed, more attentive than your Libra. You mustn’t ever take her for granted though; for a Libra’s heart will grow uneasy when neglected, her heart will close and you risk never finding your way in again.

Her heart knows the secret to everything. Protect it.
Sometimes she’ll feel lost. She’ll need hot tea and blankets, black-and-white movies, and no conversation. Other times, she’ll need people. Parties and midnight walks and deep, frenzied conversation—she likes literature and science and philosophy best. She likes whiskey too. To love her, you’ll need to know that.

She’ll need constant reminders that she’s a lovely being, that she’s loved—better yet, adored. She needs mindful smothering, she needs adventure. A Libra wants autonomy, but can’t stand the thought of being left alone. You must learn to accept her, even as a contradiction.

She’ll require decisiveness, as she has none of her own. She’ll surprise you with spontaneity and you’ll admire the commitment she shows to her heart’s content. But if she has time to think, any decision will be painful—be it where to eat, what to wear or who to love. This will frustrate you, but you must try understand. For her, there is no such thing as an obvious choice.

Loving a Libra means loving love itself. She loves everything about love: the connection, the discovery, the heartache, the ecstasy, the very idea of love—it’s all the same. She yearns for the safety of partnership, but she thrives on the excitement of love’s uncertainty.

She wants passion.

She can see the good in almost any person, but in a lover she requires intelligence and humor. There is nothingsexier than wit.

She hates discord, because it makes her feel vulnerable; but to love her is not to worry too much, because she believes in forgiveness and trust—enough to repair almost any injury done to her. When you fight with a Libra, she’ll be certain that every fight is the end of everything and this will destroy her a little; you must remind her that every argument is an opportunity for growth—it is the beginning of a new everything. Loving a Libra means knowing there are few things more important than make-up sex.

She loves falling in love, so to love a Libra you’ll have to fall in love time and time again. She’ll require perpetual evolution, and inspiration, and a little dose of sin.

To love a Libra you’ll need to see the good intention that she always has in her heart; to ignore this well-meaning piece of her is to deny her a personal truth. She cannot survive without this particular truth. When she’s awful, or rude, or arguing because she’s right—and she’s usually right, because she’s a Libra and it’s in her nature to be fair and just and indisputably right—you must breathe. Then trust her tears and her words to be true.

She cares too deeply to ever inflict intentional harm.

But if you witness the flash of anger in her eyes, you must let her rage. For gentle, compassionate Libra will storm fiercely in the face of injustice. You must allow her the space to be a warrior when her heart tells her it is time to fight. You must stand beside her, admire her devotion and believe in the cause—see it for what it is, a manifestation of her heart’s deepest purpose.

Believe in her and she’ll believe in you too.

She might be cast as an introvert. She might be tagged an extrovert by those who know her best. Neither matters, as long as she feels connected to what surrounds her.

When a Libra is happy, she can take over the world. She need only be equipped with the proper music, laughter and her smile.

The trick is in keeping her there; for in that moment is an ocean of contentment that only her huge heart can appreciate. If you can keep her in the moment, you can keep her forever. But the Libra mind will drift and worry. It will linger on the wrong that cut her too deeply. She will scrutinize over the words you used, or the words that went unspoken. She’ll wonder about security and what each embrace or touch or quarrel will mean in the long-term; to love a Libra, you must gently guide her back to the now again and again and again.

Libra blossoms in the joyful now.

She believes in the goodness of people, in magic and (above all else) in happily ever after.

To love a Libra, you must believe in her for everything she is.

September 27, 2014 at 03:55 2 comments

Who doesn’t love Nida Fazli?

What has always amazed me about Urdu poetry is how well it captures emotions. How the hardest of truths are married with lyrical prose, how the poetry is special because no matter the state one is in at any moment…. happiness, sadness, joy, helplessness, loss or love… there are words that resonate how you feel or how a particular emotion captures your heart and life…

The beauty of urdu poetry lies in its universality…. And that always reminds me…no matter how different we are…inherently, we are all the same. anyhow, when your own words are not enough or struggle to weave themselves together to articulate where you are, who you are, how you feel, you can always borrow another’s.

har gha.Dii Khud se ulajhanaa hai muqaddar meraa
mai.n hii kashtii huu.N mujhii me.n hai sama.ndar meraa
kisase puuchhuu.N ki kahaa.N gum huu.N baraso.n se
har jagah Dhuu.Ndhataa phirataa hai mujhe ghar meraa
ek se ho gae mausamo.n ke chehare saare
merii aa.Nkho.n se kahii.n kho gayaa ma.nzar meraa
muddate.n biit gaii Khvaab suhaanaa dekhe
jaagataa rahataa hai har nii.nd me.n bistar meraa
aaiinaa dekhake nikalaa thaa mai.n ghar se baahar
aaj tak haath me.n mahafuus hai patthar meraa

– Nida Fazli

September 18, 2014 at 16:24 1 comment

How we change with time!

These days, I am quite on the “looking back, looking forward” mode. I ended up reading so many of my old posts as part of motivating myself to write again, and honestly, I can’t even imagine the person who wrote them! How simply I approached life…well I still want to believe it was a good thing, but life has a way of shaking you up and forcing you out of your comfort zone ever so often…its like complacency of any sort is a crime against life itself!
From being a carefree happy-go-lucky person living one minute/day at a time, I now find myself a constant worrier, apprehensive of the future, wanting to plan each and every event in my life to an extent that there is no room for surprises.

Where I was once a careless spender, now I am a diligent saver. While I used to spend time drooling over travel destinations in a former life, I now spend that time on trolling the DDA website in the hope of buying a house!

How and when I became this paranoid I have no idea, perhaps it just happened with time and life events that forced me to rethink my whole outlook towards life and the way I have been living it. I dislike being on a constant run, I just don’t have the energy or mind for it. I find myself obsessing over “settling”, and just building something in one spot as opposed to unravelling all over the place.

I worry, I worry and I continue to worry. When I get tired of worrying, I worry about that too.

I was sharing with a friend recently, I can’t imagine the chirpy bubbly person I once was, and if I were to meet that self again, with my current state of mind, they’d perhaps earn one tight slap from me…

Does that make ANY sense? Perhaps not. But well, that’s how it is for now!

September 9, 2014 at 18:15 9 comments


Some things are worth holding on to, right? I haven’t written here but I haven’t written elsewhere either.

Perhaps I can find my voice again. Perhaps, I can feel whole again. Either way, there is a life to live and I am alive. Still.

So let’s write, shall we?

August 28, 2014 at 02:14 22 comments

A friend is, as it were, a second self – Marcus Tullius Cicero

And what can revive such a long silence on this blog  but my best friend’s birthday? And so here we are, taking stock of a year gone by and back to celebrating the greatest relationship of my life…it is sacred to me and bigger than this life itself. And so, dearest TwinFlame, many many happy returns of the day!

Well, I know it sounds like heavy words, but in my heart I know, the feeling is much deeper than I could articulate easily.

There are different ways of looking back at this year and  not being able to share the joys of day to day life with you, but I guess we still made up by making an effort for the most important things…and perhaps that is the only thing that matters in the end.

Out of all things I could give you or wish for you, I wish you peace in the mind and joy in the hert. The older I grow, the more I realize its the basics that make our lives meaningful, the rest is just background noise. So yes, I’d rather wish for joy, laughter, friendships and love than name, fame or money, as that will follow anyway.

I am still only getting used to your absence, somehow it still seems like a temporary arrangement. And its like my heart lies waiting in anticipation for things to go back to how they were, or more importantly, how they should be. That said, one of the reasons I haven’t fully felt your absence is because I feel your presence anyway. Almost two years after being in separate cities, that says something.



And so here’s what I have to give to you this year:

 Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

– Kahlil Gibran

Now that we have my quote loving, book worshiping self out of the way, there’s a real song to descrie how I feel… the fact that it is a KK number, is just to spite you. I am nice like that  :)

Yaaron Dosti Badi Hi Haseen Hai
Yeh Na Ho To Kya Phir
Bolo Yeh Zindagi Hai

Koi To Ho Raazdaar
Begaraj Tera Ho Yaar
Koi To Ho Raazdaar

Yaaron Mohabbat Hi To Bandagi Hai
Yeh Na Ho To Kya Phir Bolo Yeh Zindagi Hai

Koi To Dilbar Ho Yaar
Jisko Tujhse Ho Pyaar
Koi To Dilbar Ho Yaar

Teri Har Ke Buraai Pe Daante Woh Dost
Gam Ki Ho Dhoop To Saaya Bane Tera Woh Dost
Naache Bhi Woh Teri Khushi Main
Aree Yaaron Dosti Badi Hi Haseen Hai
Yeh Na Ho To Kya Phir
Bolo Yeh Zindagi Hai
Koi To Ho Raazdaar
Begaraj Tera Ho Yaar
Koi To Ho Raazdaar

Tan Mann Kar Tujhpe Fida
Mehboob Woh
Palkon Pe Jo Rakhe Tujhe
Mehboob Woh
Jiski Vafa Tere Liye Ho

Are Yaaron Mohabbat Hi To Bandagi Hai
Yeh Na Ho To Kya Phir
Bolo Yeh Zindgi Hai
Koi To Dilbar Ho Yaar
Jisko Tujhse Ho Pyaar
Koi To Dilbar Ho Yaar…

I demand that next year, we take a week of to bring in our birthdays together, preferably on a beach in Thailand (or whatever you can afford, since you are paying for it ;) )

Have a rocking day and year ahead! Wish all your dreams come true. Keep shining!


October 20, 2013 at 01:50 6 comments

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