Photographs

A lot of people I know always complain about the number of pictures i take. I cant help it, i love pictures! They help me keep my memory intact. A picture speaks a thousand words and I dont know how anyone can not take pictures, let alone complain about it. Someday, they will know what i mean.  ( Feels good to say it!)

Pictures need not always have people in it, not always. It can be something as random as maybe rain, or food, anything around you. A picture is something that you look at, years down the line and feel it talking to you, telling you a story. (Though the story might differ depending on the person's point of view). They help us recollect the moment that has passed, if it weren't for this little invention of photographs, we probably would not have appreciated the elegant peacock and the beautiful colors those feathers carry, neither would we have known how beautiful the color green actually is. Everything looks oh-so-pleasant in a photo than it does to the naked eye, makes everything and everyone look flawless. And they say there is no such thing called magic? :)

Walking Away

You think you can just walk into my life and walk out as you please? Things do not happen that way. You say you are busy, but you have all the time in the world to talk to all your friends and cousins: everyone except me. I wonder if you will ever tire of giving me these lame reasons, which probably do not convince you either. Making my life a mess, that is something you are not entitled to. I do not belong to you, I dont have to reply to your texts or talk to you when YOU have the time. There is no point in talking to a heartless person, who cares for no one but the people in her own Fairytale Land that does not exist. I am sick of you, sick of everything that you do. And it is my time to walk out now. I hope you feel the same that i did, girl.

Re-living Goa

It's been almost three months and i still cannot get over it, especially with the weather in the city getting this humid, it is easy to wish to go to a beach. How i miss Goa and the flea markets that this city lacks.

*sigh*

The one thing that i miss the most (and believe me,it is such a difficult choice to decide what i miss the most), is the French Toast that we had for breakfast almost every morning. If I could eat those French Toasts for breakfast for the rest of my life, I most certainly would. With no second thoughts! Who but a Goan chef in a small restaurant would know the recipe for the most deliciously perfect set of French Toast which people like us would gobble every single day.

Oh and of course, the strange sugar that dint dissolve in cornflakes, will never be forgotten. Anjuna beach by night, sitting in silence (ok, not really "silence" but yeah, there were a few minutes when everyone went silent) and watching the moon. The moon has never looked so poetic ever since that night at Anjuna. Anyone would trade being in this city and studying for the exams to getting toasted in the sun and flaunting the "I just got dipped in molten copper" look in the Wednesday Night Market and getting bright-coloured streaks in their hair.

One Year Down

It has been a long academic year and now i can say that i too have been a victim of studying Psychology like there is no tomorrow. Well, atleast when Dexter is not on TV.  J. Crew and Target are still playing hard to get in the city and I haven't given up. Plus, there is so much of work left to be done before this semester comes to an end, and got to intern as well. The stress, I tell you. Not to mention, the role of a "big sister" that i have to play. Such be the current scene. Not for long, I hope.

Freedom

It felt like just another day to her as she cuddled her daughter to her chest. She looked so peaceful, asleep. Almost like an Angel. But this was not the life she wanted. Baby Nylah, with her soft, dark-coloured hair, looked heavenly. She was everything a mother could as for. If only she hadn't have to make all those sacrifices...

Being brought up in a conservative family that was against love marriages, she had almost given up hope of marrying the man she chose but it was hard for her to let him go. After an age-long war between her love and her family, love conquered all and they got married, though the families refused to be social and interact with one another. It wasn't exactly the way she had dreamed her wedding would be, but at least the main part of her dream had come true:getting married to her Prince Charming.

Life has never been easy since then. Moving out of her in-laws, into a new city, setting up their own house was stressful, but her husband kept her from losing her mind. They were then blessed with a baby and her happiness had no bounds. Little did she know then how complicated this is going to get.

He didn't want her to get a job. He wanted to treat her like a Princess, so no matter how much she opposed being at home all day, she was not given a choice. During the free time she spent at home, after finishing off with the number of chores around the house and keeping Baby Nylah from crying, she pondered over how all her education was going for a waste.She had always wanted to have a job and work till she can.

She tried to talk to the husband a number of times, trying to convince him to let her work. Even a small job would keep her occupied, anything sounded like a blessing. The chores around the house can get a little bit annoying when you have cleaned very nook and corner you can think of. But the husband would return from work late in the evening and he would just not be in the state of mind to have this conversation with her.

She had got everything she had asked for. A lovely family that cared for her, a home to keep her safe. If only she had the freedom to live her life the way she wanted, without having to consult anybody else..