Let's Go

Hey,

Let's get out of here

Let's get out of here to a faroff land

Not some exotic country but maybe to Russia, Japan or even Uganda

Let's take off one day and meet midair as strangers

Let's be co-passengers and introduce ourselves

Let's say cheers to wine and laugh over the crappy airline food

Let's giggle like kids over the choice of movies 

And once at the destination, let's pick an Ok motel

Dumb our luggages and get out to the street 

Let's explore the nook and corner

The not tourist places, the infamous alleys, not so popular restaurants and downright libraries

Let's drink cheap whisky

Let's sing and dance to nonsense music until our legs wobble and voice coarse

Let's walk back drunk at wee hours and kiss out loud

Let's confuse lust over love and hold hands

Let's sleep off whispering inaudible nothing's and cuddling each other

Let's sleep through the morning rays and 

When we wake up in the afternoon

Let's repeat

Let's repeat the same routine

With different alleys, restaurants, bars and libraries

Let's repeat until it's time to go

To return to the world we belong

Where we are labeled as husband and wife

Or as lovers or as girlfriend and boyfriend

Or as perfect strangers

But only .... 

Until next time.

Be Present ... This Moment.

Yesterday while rummaging through some old picture folders in my PC came across my betrothal and marriage pictures. There were just few pictures which I actually liked, the rest of them were all mandatory family and couple pictures. I'm not blaming the photographer. I was not a very cooperative bride. I was busy doing or arranging stuffs for both the functions either with my eyes or hands or emotions or mind. 

I cannot even remember a moment I felt relaxed or happy or enjoying the moment. During my betrothal's reception, I was worried whether everything will be fine. Whether the cake will reach at the right time? Will everyone like the decor? Will the food be enough? I forgot to take picture alone with my brother, best friend or even parents. When it was time to get my single pictures, I was busy settling the hotel and decor bill. 

During marriage it was just one moment, which the truth of 'I'm getting married' actually struck me, the moment before he was tying the knot. Till then, I was like this bouquet is heavy, I told them I wanted a light weight one and still they gave me this. Gosh, these heels are killing my feet. My veil!. OH! Yea should smile. Then then lighting stricked and I was like. What the hell am I doing here? Who's this guy standing next to me? Am I doing the wrong thing? Do he even know me? And even before I finished thinking the marriage was done, and the priest was blessing us to have 100 kids. 

Then everything in the reception was dizzy. A saree which refused to sit still, some guests who wanted time to tease the newlyweds and a picture, others who expected me to remember them from my baby years, friends whom I wanted to just take away to some faraway place and just have some wine, but just got time for a hug, music which everyone applauded and I didn't even notice. Everything was like a mirage.

I can't remember …

One moment I was utterly happy.

One moment where I was at ease.

One moment where I didn't think about anything else but me.

One moment where I believed everything was just fine and I could let out that breath I was holding.

One thing I learned from this is, what matters is your happiness. No matter what you do, if you are not happy or if you fail to enjoy the moment then everything else is absolute nonsense. 

“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.” 
― Maya Angelou

Linking this with #MondayMusings by EverydayGyaan

If we were having coffee ...

If we were having coffee

We would sit across

With a cappuccino and a cold coffee

If we were having coffee

It would be from a handshake to mundane things of world

From black hole to simple blessings

From fears to real-time happiness

From loneliness to death

If we were having coffee

We would travel the world with conversations

With each sip, our forehead creases will be smoothened

Shoulder stiffness is eased

And smile makes its sneak peek onto our lips

If we were having coffee

It would fill our souls till we drift off peacefully

With our thoughts and words making their way to universe

Hoping to cross the oceans and reach us.

 I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6

A Musical Guest

“Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest; heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul.” 

Today I have here not a author, blogger or a writer of any sort but a person who delivers his creativity through singing. 

Robin Prasad. 

He’s a passionate singer, who’s an Engineer by day and a singer by night. Among us friends, he’s the one who lives just for music. Today, as a guest-post I am featuring his creativity, a song he has sung. He have no idea that I’m doing this. So do listen, enjoy and share the music.

Over to his voice. I do recommend using headphones. 

What do you think? Share your thoughts. 

You can find more of his songs here. 

                               I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6

For You ... A letter.

Dear You,

One thing leads to another. One month leads to another. And one year led to eighth. Times flies yet makes us realize that indeed it’s a complicated journey.

There are times I wonder, why you left so fast. Why you didn’t stay back to make more memories? You know what I miss about us the most? The opportunity to get to know each other better.

We were just acquaintances when we interrupted each other’s life with so much of power. But I would have loved to experience many phases of that. I wish we had the time to grow up together.

Some nights when sleep fails to embrace me, my thoughts sail to you. And suddenly a fear grips me.

What if I forget you one day?

What if I won’t be able to remember your face, the glint in your eyes or that smirk you have? 

What if, one day when I try to draw your face in my mind, I fail? 

What if the memories start to dribble out of my memory while I desperately try to hold them?

There are days and moments when I miss you so much that make me wonder how I kept going till date without you in life. But that's how life turns out to be. You'll miss people who're important to you; you just have to live without souls whom you don't want to leave... You'll have to learn to survive without the presence of those whom you always wanted in your life.

But some days are gloomier than the rest and some nights darker than yesterdays. Some moments lonelier than the previous...  And I just miss you so much at this moment than the rest, especially when today marks the eighth year of your leaving.  

I wish ...

… If only, one day I would wake up from a deep slumber and realize all these years were just dreams, very bad dreams …

… Just a wishful thinking …

Me.

P.S. Today is the eighth year of demise of a dear soul, M. Over the years I have written so many letters to him in the space and otherwise. Even when we, his friends and family miss him dearly, we all are so grateful for his presence in our family. 

                                I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6

A Day in Life

Her alarm buzzed at 6.30am, 6.45 & 7am only to be turned off and pull the blankets to cover her face, even without blinking the eyes. She know there’s going to be more to jerk her out of bed and promptly that rang at 7.30am.

Even without properly opening her eyes she took her phone, changed to silent mode (the notification sound irritates her in the morning) and connected to WIFI to scan through the messages. As usual the WriteTribe group is fully active with more than 100 messages, she thinks while keeping her phone aside.

After turning, tossing and stretching she takes herself out of the bed to the washroom after the morning prayers, grabbing the book on her bed stand.

Once out of washroom with a “Chechi Kaapi” scream she slammed her room shut and within 20 minutes she’s out of her home with another scream, “Amma Bye. Breakfast venda.”

Once at work, her time flies with the daily to-do list and works. But once in a while she feels that a 9-5 job was much easier to heart and brains than the own ventures as there’s no pressure except for deadlines.

But the freedom one enjoys, and the excitement and adrenaline rush to do something new and the happiness when good things happen is immense. At that moment for her every ounce of pressure feels really small.

By afternoon one thing she feels grateful for is a home and mom, where a warm lunch will be waiting for her everyday even at 4pm. 

The break time is usually hooked up with blogging, reading or TV time.

After break, work resumes by 6pm which can extend till 10-11pm depending upon the scenario. 

Once back home and done with the day, after a quick dinner, either she slobs onto her favorite corner of the couch with a movie running or she retires to bed with a book until every drop of energy is oozed out. Her daily life is a routine. Sometimes it freaks her out fearing its monotonous, making her forget that it's OK to meltdown. But most of the days, there's something good in a routine to look forward. 

And that's Sleep! 

                            I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6

Lost in Map

"Aman? Do you have any idea where we are?"

Aman puts the car into parking gear and tried to regain the signal in his mobile to load the map.

"I'm trying to find the way out. Calm down, Zoya."

"Are we lost?”

"Mmmh... I think so..." He said holding his hands higher to the skies and praying for at least a glimpse of a weak signal. 

"Oh My God!" She exclaimed and snatched his phone and threw it to the backseat and grinned... 

"Atlast! We are lost and free!"

                                  I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6

My Favorite Resource

My laptop is nearly 10 years old. Its battery is insanely short. Have changed its power plug thrice, the keypad twice, changed software and done numerous services too. But none of these could make me change my laptop.

Ever since I have got this one, I haven’t used another one with ease. The numerous presentations, editing for dramas, designing for posters and brochures for work, my writings everything for all these years was done using this. My brother calls this an old junk. But for me it’s my greatest resource. My gateway to learn new ideas and apps. So even when it’s old and needs repair now and then, I am in love with it from day one.  

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Treasures in Life

“I am done with you all.” … Saying this I went inside my room and slammed the door.

Tears choked me and soaked my pillow. Eventually I slept off.

When I woke up in the middle of the night hearing the buzzing of my phone this is want awaited me … Numerous missed calls, whatsapp messages and texts.

Even when I slammed my door on to others, they make sure I’m still there within their arm’s length. People in my life are my greatest treasure. No matter what happens in life, I’ll be forever rich. 

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6