the year passing by

as its time to move into another year ..i spent a few minutes looking back and the realisation hit me that what a long 12 months these were ...so much happened... its as if i am a different person .. life asked questions asked me to adapt to the ever changing world and i was left with emptiness ..yet i dared to smile..i am proud of myself ..i am happy i survived the struggle..there is still a long way to go..miles to go and promises to keep...

i'll be here

i just want you to know that i am happy for you and if ever you wish to find me ..if ever you wish to share a moment ...i'll be here...somethings never change!!

some old memories

4 desi girls...in an indian restaurant..bhel puri, chaat and a lot of noise...so much to talk about..time to catch up with life..
time to complain...and then everything seemed right!! its been six months and nothing ever feels that way now its as if i am carrying a burden which will only lighten when i go back and eat bhel puri with the three queens of queens as i called them..
with time the pain has healed now i just feel the emptiness ..but i miss those days!!

...Silent and speechless, surrounded by my solitude one little thought surrounds my world.. somewhere in some corner of the world is someone thinking about me..
i look at my mailbox which lays empty and my phone that never rings and wonder somewhere in some corner of the world is someone thinking about me...
to share a smile or to ask for a shoulder, is there someone who is thinking about me...feeling my absence or just happy to know that when they so desire they can call...is there someone thinking about me....a friend, a foe, an aquaintance, a stranger..is someone thinking about me??

THINKING OUT LOUD

Its raining outside..so whats so new?? why is it that i am yearning a hot cup of tea and garam pakoras.. sitting in starbucks with the cup of coffee that has become a habit i am dreaming about a july evening in delhi ..when it is pouring outside and i can smell the fragrance of rain on dry soil...everything looks fresh and we fry pakoras and sit on the balcony ..why do we tend to run away from reality to those moments that are only dreams now!!
suddenly a realisation has touched my life..i have to bee happy...and its my choice..decision taken..

My life…
If it were to be published, not one copy would be sold , if it were to be filmed it would not even last the first week in movie halls… such is my life…
Every morning I wake up –late, not because I like it, not because the alarm didn’t go off, just because I was being myself. And to pay for that I get dressed in 15-30 minutes. The results are obvious when I step out- hair wet, clothes rumpled, and gloves in one hand muffler in the other. How I wish I had more hands! Or I would have woken up 10 minutes earlier.
But as I run down the three flights of stairs all that is forgotten and I look forward to another day at work.
I wonder what is worse the monotony or the solitude. Every now and then things change like I work nights or I have a day off or the weather gets warmer.