Play Of Words

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Never underestimate the power of words, they say. There is also an aspect of timing I'd like to add. 

Things at the right time work wonders, while things said without thinking twice can create a ruckus. It has made me realise how we do underestimate the power of words. Sometimes, we hold back our words for whatever reasons - valid or invalid. And sometimes when we should hold back our words, it just doesn't happen. 

Why is that we fear consequences, why is it that we fear a person, why is it that we take some things, some people for granted and refrain from saying anything? Yes it is not that easy, but then what is the fun in regretting stuff? Learning the hard way is the worst experience ever, and everyone knows this.

So go ahead, tell that friend you value him/her and that those few hurtful words ever spoken better be forgotten. How many times have you told your parents, your siblings that you love them? How about mentioning it to them today? I can see the smile on those faces reaching their eyes - that's the best smile you can ever see.

The Red Bottle With A Yacht On It

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It's amazing how you start relating certain things with people. It can be as simple as an aroma of a specific perfume. 


Though not a fan of luxuries, my dad was a man of class in his own way. He was an 'Old Spice' man. Oh how I love that aroma. For a daughter, her first love is her dad. At least mine was :) I would observe him particularly while he would shave. I would wander around him while he did so and that's probably when I would've asked him what that 'red bottle with a yacht on it' exactly is (The red bottle in a red box is just etched in memory!). And that is when I was introduced to the fragrance of the after shave lotion from Old Spice. He would dab some of it on my handkerchief so that I could smell it all day long.... I remember his handkerchief used to smell of the same... I do not seem to remember whether he would dab the cologne or the after shave lotion on my kerchief though.


I grew up to like men's perfumes very recently actually. My search for Old Spice cologne has been disappointing every time. So finally I went ahead and picked up the deodorant yesterday. It brings back such good memories of childhood. Like I can see my father standing in front of the mirror, with that red bottle kept on the basin... I've missed that perfume. I've missed him every day...


I am finally an Old Spice woman, and proud to say that too.

My romance with rains...

I love the sound of thunder, the pitter - patter of raindrops, getting wet in the cold water that Bangalore rains bring, the spray of rains if I am not getting wet, the goosebumps from the wind that blows, the dance of raindrops on the floor, the smile that it never fails to bring to me - I love everything about rains. Everything!