My Prince - 15

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 When I am busy and happy eating my heart out, I hope you will adore me for the way I am, without judging me. I hope to see a happiness in your eyes, a smile on your face when you wipe those cake crumbs off my face.

:)

Music That Weaves Dreams...

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It's been a while since I've heard music that is calming. I was getting bored of my playlist and have never been good at finding new music by myself. I always get new music from my sister and friends.

One of my colleagues has this amazing collection of music and I've been wanting to ask him since ages about sharing it with me. Finally I asked him and he was kind enough to share his collection. 

And there it was. The kind of music I would love playing in my house. Instrumental, fusion, off-beat, engaging yet calming. The kind of music I've been wanting to find by myself. The kind that weaves dreams into me by itself. I remember listening to such music very rarely and being attracted to it everytime, like it was my go-to music.

Here I am, listening to that music after so long that it takes me to my dream space. A house with yellow lights, curtains flowing because of the blowing winds, this same genre of music playing, smiles and laughs all around with my future partner. A beautiful dream, I believe will convert into a reality.

It makes me thank God for the existence of music and for the fact that I have an ear for it. 

My Prince - 14

Sometimes when I listen to certain songs, my heart churns in a good way, making me want to run to you and hug you. What I am looking forward to is that warm hug, waiting for me at home. Exactly that.

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A White Feather Is My Answer Today

I've had this discussion with a colleague of mine, a lot of times. We share our lives in a way that both of us are found saying, "Exactly!!" to each other more than 'n' number of times.

The discussion was about, how you feel like crying for no reason, absolutely out of the blues. And the worst part is, you don't feel better even after crying, I don't know about her! I am left wondering *what* exactly made me want to cry? When someone asks me what happened, I don't have an answer for that. I really don't.

I go back to thinking about such times, those reasons that I never found. Is it work? Is it something personal? Is there something bothering me? When someone tries to help me answer these questions, I am left in a helpless spot. And being helpless is something I've always hated, even if it's induced by me. Especially if it's been induced by me. 

May be it's my heart telling me that you've clogged up more than you can and hence I am bursting out. I look for things that can cheer me up - calling a friend, music, television, books, some movie - everything fails. And then suddenly while watching something today I felt better. I don't even know what it was :-| Then the after effects of feeling guilty starts. Yep, a guilt trip that makes me realise I've wasted an entire day crying, trying to find out what was wrong. And now I have a few hours before this Sunday ends.

But the best answer came to me a few minutes back. I've always believed in Angels. My faith in them grows stronger every time something happens, whether it's small or big, doesn't matter. While I started to write this blog post, this white feather came flying out of the blues! A small yet beautiful one. And I had read somewhere that a white feather is a sign of an Angel being around. There, I had that smile back on my face that I was longing for. A genuine smile that made me realise that my father is around me, in support of me. Probably patting my head when I was crying, may be he was hugging me tight when I was looking for answers to the way I was feeling today. Probably he is letting me know that it's okay to have such days once in a while.

And here I am, relieved to know that my Guardian Angel is just here. Right here. He made my day, like always.

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!