Ohmigod, I stepped out without my winter coat this morning! Hallelujah!
Monday, 20 April 2015
Sunday, 19 April 2015
Saturday, 18 April 2015
The Non-Facebook Post #72
Don't shred the bottom of the saree and the lehenga while walking, again, woman!
Friday, 17 April 2015
The Non-Facebook Post #70
I have my banana for this morning, I'm happy!
And also, "you are so pretty!"
Never hurts hearing that once in a while!
Wednesday, 15 April 2015
The Non-Facebook Post #69
'Chupke se kahiin, dheeme paaon se, jaane kis tarah kis ghadi,
Aage badh gaye humse raahon mein, par tum toh abhi the yahiin...'
Aur, keh bhi diya, alvida.
Aage badh gaye humse raahon mein, par tum toh abhi the yahiin...'
Aur, keh bhi diya, alvida.
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
The Non-Facebook Post #68
I've never written about this aspect of my life - because it's difficult not to think about this without an accompanying, fierce piercing pain.
One of my fondest memories of my Dad is when he would gently move the falling hair from my forehead and tuck it carefully behind my ear when I was studiously bent over some scholastic task or the other.
There's a sense of sukoon associated with that memory; the feel of sweet summer breezes; the knowledge of no real life pareshaani; Kerala, and a laid-back living I would love to go back to - to laze in cool summer nights and dream of the high-flying life. Because there was a simple simplicity in that life that afforded you to dream the grandest of dreams and live them, and yet be happily care-free.