Just b-e-l-i-e-v-e!

The night was a sleepless night for Jeanie. She was surrounded by the ghosts of memories. In the morning, she came out to breathe in fresh air, she saw it was drizzling. The greenery around soothed her eyes and she saw a huge tree holding close to his heart a creeper. She smiled at herself, her love filled heart, her joys and wishes, and her liveliness. Life is not just a coma or a period, it is also an Ellipsis...

... And I found in my past, a premature buried relationship.

Jeanie : In moments of Crisis, can you think of love? W : When else would you need it most? Jeanie : Can I call you Warrior, W seems so far. W : You can call me anything. I am open to all new names, new lives, new experiences. Jeanie : New Soulmates? (Laughs) W : Nah! Soulmates are Soulmates because their Souls know each other well since many lives back. So they are practically never new to each other. Jeanie : Ah! so.. you think you can have many Soulmates in one life? W : Yes. You can have many Classmates in one Class, so why not many Soulmates in one life? There is a big difference between a Life Partner and a Soulmate. You know that, don't you? Jeanie : Yeah, I got your point. W : And still you are afraid to Tell it to yourself? Jeanie : No... I am not afraid of anything except Losing the Charm of Unsaid Words.

Jeanie : Can we have more than one soulmates in our lives?  W      :   Depends. Jeanie :  On what?  W     : On your understanding of Soulmates.  Jeanie :What is a Soulmate to you?  W  :  A Soulmate would be one who inspires n ignites in me a Man I haven't seen yet. And for you? Jeanie : He would be a Man who would treat me not as a woman but a Soul burning with Dreams, Visions and a Fire of inaccessible love. 

Is it over? Have you left? Won't you ever come again? Radha kept asking such questions To yamuna, to kadamb, to gopi, To gwaals, to yashoda, to murli, To all and all To herself . . . Until she knew one day Krishna was herself Nobody has gone anywhere And at last, Love is not an illusion.

Today I have gone back a few years when I used to live in a pg. I am remembering those nights when I would stay awake at late nights just to write a few blogs. I would not mind anyone reading them or no. I was in love with myself, my creativity. Thanks to blog, I can be myself sometimes. Love you loads

Dear God, 2017 flew like a restless bird. It began with a beautiful gift from you- a pretty baby girl. She was truly a blessing as she gave all of us so much happiness. Throughout the year I learnt so many lessons but the most important lessons are- 1 patience- specially as you bring up your children. 2 forgiveness- Sometimes you do mistakes for which you have to pay a big price but then you have to learn to forgive yourself. This is life and we all have to move on. Each year makes you Rich with experiences. What the last day tells is, this too shall pass and life goes on. I thank you god for all the precious lessons you have taught and good memories you have given this year. All I pray for a new dawn of success and experiences in the coming year. Love you. P.S.- never mind of frustated blabbering instead of prayers. Yours (Perhaps) an angel.

Today was the worst day of my life to date. On the contrary , last year on this day I was on top of the world because I had become the mother of a cute baby girl. Today as we were about to celebrate the first birthday of our baby girl, she met with an accident and the whole environment turned grey. From last 3  months as my health is slightly low, I am only wondering, why me? 

One Annoying Habbit of fellow indians which irritate me Most - - - Sadly, this is one of those questions which bring into your mind , not just one answer but the whooooooooole LIST. Still, going with the question, my one word answer is - BACKBITING. Let me now explain it. If you live in a small town, people are so so so much FREE that all they find interest in BACKBITING. And specialized in this are Aunties. Although they would tell you, " Mujhe jo kehna hai main toh muh per hi keh deti hun.. ." Still they are Masters in BACKBITING. The second common dialogue is - " Kehna mat kisi ko ...." Shhhh... But they are the first one to Tell you all the Gossip. And Last but not the least, " Main to kabhi kisi ki buraai karti hi nahi hun. .." Lol. In small towns, this Backbiting take away most of the creative energy from people. Instead of indulging in Gossiping and Backbiting if they do something Productive and Creative, India would become more and more b...

When you read this some years later, you would wonder to know that when I wrote this, you were lying on my lap. I love you a lot. I can’t fathom this “lot”,  no one can, because I don’t show to everyone my love for you. But I will try to tell you here in petty words what kind of love it is.  My love for you is full of dreams and rainbows. When I see you growing up in my dreams, I see you as a bubbly girl dancing in joy, soaked to your soul in the rain of love. I see you as a mature girl, who knows the reason of being here, in this world. I don’t want you to walk on drawn patterns, I want you to draw new lines and see new horizons. You know, when you smile, you touch my soul. Keep smiling always and be different, that’s important.