‘In fact, I am aware of the fake entities in my life.
I know that I can clear them if I wanted to in a moment …
But all this hollowness needs my sincerity.
Rumi’

- William Wordsworth

like the white of satin sheets, the brown of skins, her hair and his eyes, the purple of her sari, flowers in the garden and his favorite books cover. like the pink in her sweater, the blush and his hug.

What shade is your love?

There are somethings that just wake you up! An incident, an experience, a phone call, and however bad or worse the news might be, you just know what you have to do then.

Your decision is there. I can’t say one doesn’t think about it, but maybe not, maybe there is no thinking about it coz you ‘know’. You might have spent years ignoring that problem, that situation, shirking away from the possibility of it, but when it happens, seconds are more than what you take to say ‘that is enough’.

That is one thing I love about life, the worse it gets, the more we get to learn!

To the friend, I am dedicating this to… I just want you to say ‘Come on Life, Bring IT ON!!!

He had asked her to write to him.

It was never this difficult, she thought. Never! But she wouldn’t give up. She wrapped her stole and started turning the pages of her diary. One by one, she went through all her diaries, feeling hungry for words. She found his song, and admired the neat, slanted handwriting, the smell of the paper as if he was there, close to her. She read the lines again and again and sung them, within herself.

From one blog to another, she hopped on, moving quickly from one word to another, thinking that some word would be right-to start-to tell him what she wanted to, what he would like to.

It had never been this difficult.

On the contrary, she knew even if all he got was an empty paper he wouldn’t mind; he wouldn’t even question her, how and what of it.

But then she had to write. More so because anyways she wrote for him and as she had noted, he was indispensable to her writings. Those stories are all about him, each word talked to him, if it didn’t talk about him. If he wouldn’t read them, the words lost their sheen, the meaning lost, they appeared like carcasses. And she thought more and more, about what she would write to him, what can probably come close to justifying what she felt and how she felt.

When he got the letter, he found a crushed, blank paper; close to the edge of the paper, in small letters, with a green ink, was written…

I fall in love with you, everyday!

A love story waiting to unfold, a love story just beginning, a love story in all it beauty, a love story in all its troubles, a love story looking for the right ending, a love story in all its magnanimity, a love story in all.

Some are mushy, some have that halo effect, some are too filmy to believe, some too genuine, some have such a sob story, some turning to be one… but you are always interested in them…

Because you never know where will you find one of your own.

So many of them lie with me even as I write this..

My words seem to be screaming out of them, crying for you, wild in despair, looking for you, trying to reach you, all this just to get a deaf ear.

They change colors with season and the words have a life of their own. Some laugh all the time, some are wet with tears, some are always eager to be close to you, some warm, some cold…

These words live with you. These words still are in love with you!

Life is a journey and well, we all love being travelers. The whole idea of finding your destiny not only appeals to us but also excites us. Enough of philosophy, eh?! So, I was almost between three cities-or to be more accurate between two cities and one town- Delhi, Chandigarh, Simla…

The good news is that I am a post graduate finally, for those who consider degrees as education and the bad news was I had no job. Even though I call myself ‘gypsy’ and as much believe in the free-spiritedness, trust me I do need to earn as well.

Anyhow, coming back to what I essentially meant to write about. The first job is the hardest one; and when I say that minus all the part time jobs you’ve done, no matter how boring they were, the first full time job is the HARDEST. Here are a few reasons why…

• You’ve to get up almost the same time everyday. EVERY SINGLE DAY!
• You can’t bunk. No bunking. It is not your college or university where you can access how much of attendance you have and then go to sleep thinking ‘ah, all right I’d cover up next week.’
• Also, even if you’re to make an excuse, the pleasure of sharing it is all gone. Like in college you can’t text your group at the eleventh hour saying, let’s bunk today or say see you in the second lecture-am sleepy.snooze!
• The fact is there are no second lectures-it is a full day!
• You are in a strange world with stranger people around. Lucky you if you’re around home, but for most of us it’s the other way around. We’ve to find another home which comes closest to being at home. And that takes a lot of time.
• You’re apprehensive about the job, work, and culture of the firm you’re working with.
• You don’t know how to react to jokes of your colleagues and maybe which is why silence is the best policy was ever said.
• You wait for the weekend like anything and on the weekend you don’t know what to do.

Here are some of mine, add on yours