The Name that Strikes

Sometime back, I was at a mall. I had a gift card from one my friend's and I decided I would pick something. In I walked, to a store which sells everything. I lingered a few minutes longer in front of the jewelry section, but alas, nothing appealed. 

I walked around a little more and came to the bags section. My most favorite!! (Undoubtedly ;) )I was scanning all the brands and one particular brand caught my attention. I walked a little closer to see if I was reading right and YES, I was reading it right. I stood pondering for a few seconds. Any guesses, as to what the brand name was.... 

It was called 'Brahmin'!!

Lost in Wordland

Each time I pick up a book, I am like a little girl with a candy in her hand. The gleam is beyond words. Mind you, I am not someone who reads seldom. I am a voracious reader and I do a lot of authors books. But each time, I land myself a new book, its a treat I look forward too. With me, it is not the ending that I drives me to read, but the relentless curiosity of how the journey is described till its end. 

I am lost among words. At times, I am so wound up that I do not know what is happening me at all. I, don the various hats of the splendid characters and meander the paths with them. My imagination reaches a notch above the highest during my otherwise otherside. When I start a book, I find it arduous to put it back till I am done. 

Books have always left me intriguing and the with each passing year this tantalizing habit only climbs higher up. Up, Up, and up above. Not once have I left a page unturned in between. I never will have any inkling till the last as to what will happen and that leaves me utterly puzzled each time. 

When I wrap up a book, my zest to pick up one is almost immediate. I again want to transported into this magical world of books and yet again begin a new journey with an untried imagination. These voyages into the wordland, as I fondly call it, are the most treasured ones. The best that happens ever. 

Can't wait to enclose my present journey, to begin yet another delightful one!!  A lifelong cruise in this land of words.

Right Choice Baby

How many times have we wondered, "Is he the right one"? When we are on that threshold of marriage, we all begin to loosen the shackles to our brain for the power of vigorous and rigorous thinking ability. We all want - Happily Ever After for us. Isn't it? I am sure most of you will agree.
But that gnawing question - AM I MAKING THE RIGHT CHOICE? Well, it is our gut that we go with. Call it gut, call it the bell ringing or whatever, we will feel it when it happens. Most of times the gut kicks in real strong and hard and before we realize, we are hooked and booked. Hopefully not cooked.

Feeling jittery and nervous are all the signs that is common. Mass - feeling - syndrome that is inevitable. But just know that once you feel the emotion and make the choice, it is meant to be forever. 
Next time when you stand on this threshold and you gut kicks in - Yehi Hain Right Choice Baby!! Just go for it and the rest will follow the best!

For the Joy of Reading & LOVE of Books

                   As a toddler, my mom put me into the habit of reading books. I used to thoroughly enjoy sitting with her in the evenings with books. Started with toddler books which has a lot of graphics and fewer words. She always told me, books are the best companions. Growing up, I realize how much I love books. The journey that started as a toddler continued. I moved on to reading Enid Blyton. All her books, including Famous Five, Secret Seven, Fatty Series etc., used to be my favorite. But that one most adored series was Malory Towers by the same author. Each term end, I used to wait for holidays to devour books for those three months. 
When I came to Junior School, I started with Carolyn Keene - Nancy Drew Files. We girls at school used to wait for our Library Hour to get our hands on them. Not so much with Hardy Boys. I fondly remember, I used to read books in my Biology Class. My text book used to tuck my novel and I would be lost in the books. Back then, I always knew I would be ans Engineer and never a doctor. Hence, very confidently, I used to read books in my Bio classes. 
Then came high school, the love for books grew stronger and so did the range of books.  Sweet Valley was the ultimate rave and I poured myself into those books. Chalet School series was another set of books I relished. Each book I read transported me into magical journeys ans I would blend into the characters. With that, my imagination would be amalgamated. Oh the joy! No words to describe that feeling. 
Moved into junior college and I notched up my authors again. I fell in love with Robin Cook, I used to be delighted with his science fiction. They bamboozled me in the most pleasant manner. My most favorite being Sphinx. Then came in Sydney Sheldon and Mary Stewart. Each of them would leave me wanting more and I would ensure I completed the series. ( Well almost all of it!)
I entered into Engineering (like how I always dreamed - no more Biology). I started exploring a whole new range of authors including, Agatha Christie - Hercule Poirot used to be my most favorite character of all. Miss Marple was a delight as well. Jeffrey Archer 's first book of mine was The Prodigal Daughter and from then till now, I wait to read his new release wholeheartedly. Victoria Holt was another author I explored. I must give credit to my Aunt too, another avid reader in the family, who used to let me borrow all her books too and increase my plethora of authors. Georgette Heyer was one author, I coudnt get hooked too. I just read two books and that is about it. 
For the love of my science fiction, I started Michael Crichton. Another fantabulous author. Danielle Steel I read a few, though not a fan girl of her. Then came Dan Brown. I read all of his books. 
I passed out of Engineering and moved on to pursue my masters, so did my mastery in books continued. In came Mary Clark Higgins, who till date astonishes me with her flair for mystery. Another most favorite author of mine is - Terry Mcmillan. I have read all her books and they leave me awestruck. My most favorite being ; Waiting to Exhale and Getting to Happy. How Stella got her groove back was a great one too. 
I stumble upon this author once at a second hand book store. (You know the books I mean- not really the author as such;) ) - Matthew Reilly. This Aussie author left me craving for more. Each book of his left me speechless and I used to wait to get my hands on his books. Yes - I have completed his series too so far. John Grisham, I just managed Playing for Pizza and this one book I recommend to all to read. Jude Deveraux followed. 
Chiklits is something I always enjoyed and when I happened to find a whole lotta authors, I just did chiklits for a long time. Jennifer Weiner, Lauren Weinberger, Candace Bushnell, Plum Skypes, Tilly Bagshawe, Anuja Chauhan and Beverly Brandt to name a few. 
Presently I am hooked into Clive Cussler and James Patterson. Dean Koontz, Wilbur Smith and Manfrendi are the other authors I love to read. 
Sudha Murthy, my favorite woman writes a lot. I read all of her books too. Not to miss Preeti Shenoy. I love her books. Chitra Divakaruni is another author who writes very well. A friend of mine used to read her books at work. Curiosity got the better out of me and one day I asked for the book. I really liked her book and started borrowing, since there was a collection of her books with my friend. Jane Blanchard's - In Cahoots was a masterpiece. I recommend to all my fellow book lovers, do get your hands on this book. 
Twinkle Khanna's - Mrs. Funnybones was a one sitting page turner. A lovely and hilarious book. Must read guys! 
This list of mine is endless. I can just write volumes on my love for reading. Every book lover will share the same POV. Once we get hooked to this beautiful addiction, it just gets stronger and stronger. I always joke around saying - Books will always be my first love and I will have a life - long affair with them. 
(Mumma - A big thanks to you for getting me into this beautiful world of words. I will cherish this passion for life! 

All you fellow reader, continue reading - Happy Reading Always!

Much Love!!

Bubble Bursts

There come a few days when you are drowned in work and anything in the form of relief is welcome heartily. The most trivial break is joyous. One such afternoon, I was lost in a pile of never ending work. Looking forward to a small opening, I came across a bubble wrap.

The joy of holding a bubble wrap in between my hands and slowly, yet steadily trying to burst each bubble. My God! The felicity is to be experienced only. For a few utterly lazy minutes, I relished this time. Each bubble that  burst, I felt my spirits awakening a little more. The smile on my face seemed to get more curvier. The sparkle in my eyes felt more bright. 

Having had this teeny weeny intervention, life felt back on track. The pile of work in front of me seemed to beckon and I felt like a bull with immense zeal, ready to take on work head on. It is at these times that we realise, happiness does knock in small wonders. A thought that we can all ponder!!

Never Say Never

This day will definitely not be the same. A day I do not want to wake up too. A new, a new beginning is so much harder than said. Today is ‘D’ day.  Designated day for others, dreaded day for me!

Today is Feb. 14^th. Yes Valentine’s Day – a special day to celebrate love with your love. Oouch… That hurts me now. The very thought hurts and it pains me so much that I shut my eyes off. Is there no felicity in my life? Felicity to celebrate the very day of the year that happens to fall just once in three hundred and sixty five days, please God please…

It has been an entire year since I parted ways with my love and at that time the penchant towards love felt non-existent. All we knew was we needed to walk out of each other’s life and that is aptly what we did – Part ways for good. Come to think of it now, I am not so sure if it feels so good, but that is the thought for another time. Now, I am wallowing in the emptiness of my lonely life. Coming back to reality, it is Valentine’s Day and do I want to stay at home feeling anguish or do I want to step out breathe fresh? This pensive contemplation propelled me towards the later choice. I decide, why not go out on a date by myself, yes, Date with Myself! The narcissist within had begun to surface out and it felt bliss.

After having made a decision, a decision that took and shook away my contemplation and churned it into a positive path, I was finally up on my feet. Dress to date, date yourself A little extra time to bring myself to a mirror cracking material is absolutely viable. I decided to wear a sheik black dress with chunky golden jewelry to match my attire, golden heels to compliment the dress. Styled my hair into a fish braid, applied some gloss and some mascara to finish the entire look. The outcome was ravishing and I couldn’t stop myself from staring, mission indeed accomplished. All my essentials went into my shimmer clutch and I locked my door to step out.

The evening was scintillating, the sun just setting in the horizon and the air was getting cool. I decided to hire a taxi because I was not in a mood to drive tonight. How could I miss such a pretty sight? After a lot of courage I had decided to treat myself to love myself.  After a few minutes, I spotted a taxi. I hopped into it and was on my way to the destination. I reached after an hour and stepped out of the taxi. The lights were breathtaking and the place seemed absolutely inviting. I couldn’t wait to step into the place for a new experience. I took my seat near the rear side and view in front of me was mesmerizing. I just didn’t want to take my eyes off the picturesque view. I soaked in this scene and wanted it to be embossed in my memory pocket for life. A very sweet lady walked up to me to take my order. After placing my order, I looked around. I could see a lot of couples and all of them seemed to be at their happiest. Smiles on their face, love in the air, the whole place was a treat of retreat. I took my camera out to take a few candid stills. The place was decorated and the decoration was out of the world. I went around snapping a few pictures, pictures that I wanted to carry for life. A picture indeed speaks a thousand words and I loved clicking them.

I came to my seat after I was satisfied. My food arrived within seconds and the smell made me ravenous.  I ate my food, relishing every bite I took. By the time I was done, I realized I indeed had a lovely evening by myself.  I sit a little longer lost in my thoughts, thoughts that make me liberating. That is when I feel that happiness is not dependent on others. It is up to us to remain happy and it just dawned on me that I spent an entire evening on Valentine’s Day and had a splendid time. The pedantic nag had just been strewn out and it made me feel fresh.  I paid my bill and stepped out. It was time to head home, home which will feel like home again.

It was time to get a taxi for myself for a ride back home. I was in search of one and after a few seconds a taxi pulled by. I hurriedly got in from one side and closed the door. To my utter shock, I see another person form the other side, get in and closed the door. I felt so belligerent. How did this stranger hop into the taxi that I had called? He looked at me, “Excuse Me Ma’am, but I called this taxi first”? I said, “I am sorry, but I called this taxi first”! We went on like this for a while till the taxi driver politely asked us to get out. We both didn’t want to leave the taxi and we continued arguing inside. He would drop me first and then continue further. That seemed perfect and I agreed. We got talking after a formal introduction and he didn’t seem that bad at all. He was a looker and I caught myself staring at him while he talked. Damn! Why was this guy so drop dead gorgeous? We spoke for a while and I reached my destination. He gave me his number and asked me to keep in touch.

I went inside and sat at my desk. The evening definitely had transformed into a very magical one and such moments are to be cherished forever. An evening by myself, I realized, I love myself and I enjoy my company. I meet a stranger and he turns out to be very charming and decent. It was a very beautiful turn or events and I loved every bit of it. Within my heart, I knew this stranger and I would definitely keeping touch for a very long time and we never know what is in store for us. But that look in his eyes was so pleasant that I could drown myself in them, cliche’ but that is the truth. A day that I would never regret, a day that will always bring fond memories down memory lane.

Life at times seems very strange, you never know what happens when and I think that is the actual beauty that appreciates life. At the most unforeseen times, the most pleasant incidents take place that keep you dizzy with joy. Life is a beauty and that happens one step at a time, at a time when you least expect it and stop looking for it.

That is why I say, Never Say Never!

Choice to Rise

               All of us would like to rise above in life. Each day is a new start to propel towards a better way to life. But, are we all on the same page is the question we ask ourselves. While some of us like to rise, for some of the others it is the choice to rise. When this choice arises, do we really like to rise is the question to ponder. 
Our ambitions, our goals, our paths are all what we make and choose. Is rising a choice too? In my opinion, it verily is a choice. Only if we want to, can we really do it. Else, it is all a rosy tale to spin. Between choice and chance, rise would be a choice one makes. Only if we choose to, would be want to progress up the ladder. For some of us the ladder stops where we start, while for others, it is not enough even at the top. The quest to urge forward is a great reveller. 
The ladder at the top is most of the times lonely, but the joy we take in reaching there is always lovely. Again, the choice here is either lonely or lonely or both. In life, we always have a choice at every stage and we alone are going to make this choice. With this choice, we would not be able to blame anyone.
Life with all its intricacies, is yet a maze we would like to traverse to see the clear path at the end of it. We either enjoy or we sulk our way through, but the ones who know the art to smile along the path are the ones who really know to crack the code to the right path in life. A path that is right for them only and which will make them rise with a wise choice. 
The Wise Rise it is just that choice to rise.

Brewing Silent Memories of Togetherness

“I’ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it, it has a quality and a dimension all it’s won”!!!

-          Chaim Potok

This is the Smart Age. People seem to be using all kinds of gadgets and flashing it across one and another. These devices have become a style statement for some and for a few it is even associated with their snob appeals. We definitely need to use these smart devices. Right from fancy phones, notebooks, kindles to I pod’s or tablets, they are all over the place. Everything is happening ONLINE and it indeed is becoming one of the most popular hangouts of this modern world. So with everything smart, is this world becoming more silent too… Does silence really exist or it doesn’t? Well, here is one such smart and silent story for all you people out there….READ ON to find out if silence is indeed the new Mantra or not??

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock…..The clock ticked away at it’s own pace and here was I wide awake with sleep seeming far away. Faster the ticking, wider the awake I seemed. Each night it was the same story and the story of my life it had become. The reason was obvious… MY NEW SMART PHONE. This was my latest possession and I just could not seem to put it away even at night. Blame it on the technology!!! This new phone and its awesome applications were like a halo around and the bright light inside never could be turned off. Each night I would discover something new and in the process would never realize when it was day time already and it just continued throughout the day. With this new phone, which was smart, began a new, exciting chapter to this book of my life. Little did I know then that silence could be so powerful because with me around that word was obsolete and redundant.

FLASHBACK

Trrrrrrr…..Trrrrrrrr……It’s Time to Get Up…..… It’s Time to Get Up …….The alarm sang so loudly, that I woke up with a jolt. I looked at the alarm and groaned loud. It was still 6:00 A.M and I detested getting up early. I just wasn’t a morning person, but the problem was that everyone around me was exactly the opposite. I silently cursed under my breath and turned off my alarm and sat up on my bed. To add to my existing misery, my phone started singing loud and Clean Bandit’s RATHER BE came alive. I pulled out my phone from underneath the pillow to see my best friend calling me. With her loud voice she informed me that she would be at my place in exactly fifteen minutes. She sang out excitedly that we were going for a jog. I got up to get ready, cursing my luck mentally to think of what a great way to start my summer holidays. I mean, really… A jog early morning on the first day of my term holidays. GREAT!!! I got ready and stepped out to see my friend who had just arrived at the gate. We greeted each other and she practically squeezed me to death, plugged in our ear phones and started our jog.

After an exhausting hour, we came back and sat down. She left to be back in sometime since we were going out shopping and both of us had decided that we would buy new and smart phones. Both of us were gizmos and we were adding yet another gadget to our collection – Smart Phone. We had already decided on which model we would be buying.

My friend arrived and we both left home in a real excited state. We were just not able to control our excitement. We stepped into the store in the mall and picked up our phones within a few minutes. I decided on a pink cover to my phone and my friend picked up a red and black combination. In a few minutes we left the store. So exhausted were we with excitement that we decided to grab a bite and then head home. Head home to unravel our box of delight.  We reached open and both of us opened our boxes. Immediately we set to forth to the biggest task of downloading and installing apps, which had already been pre-decided. First app in both our lists was whatsapp. After that we downloaded and installed it, we started with others which included a lot of games as well. It was already dinner time; neither she nor I had realized the time fly by. We decided that we would start whastapping from tonight after dinner.

I quickly had my dinner (literally gobbled the food in the most ugly fashion) and entered my safe haven and locked it. By the time I unlocked my phone; my bestie had sent a text and was already online on whatsapp. We both started with our usual random texts and I was thoroughly enjoying this app. We landed up chatting the entire night, formed our whatsapp group, learnt to click selfies. Selfies- The most in thing and we had to master this technique. I landed up spending the entire night clicking selfies, uploading them as my profile pictures. To my utter shock I realized I had changed a couple of pictures also by morning.

Each day went by exploring this amazing gadget. The more I dived; I realized there was more depth to it. A whole new world had opened up in front of me and I was taking it all in with the widest smile. The days seemed to whiz past in a flash as I became engrossed a little more with each passing day. I checked my mails, played games, read books, whastapped, facebook, hangouts and what not. My best friend and I just could not get enough of this gadget and it slowly became a part and parcel of our lives. Little did we know that this would become inseparable.

A few days had gone by and I was almost perfect with my phone. One night post dinner I was on my bed, reading a book, when I saw my phone flashing. Opened it to see an unknown text on whatsapp, which said, “Wassup Ms.Selfie”? Over rated indeed. I ignored the message and continued reading the book. My phone continued to flash and I continued to ignore. Even after almost an hour, the messages from this unknown number continued to bug me. I got fed up and sent a text, “Don’t bug Mr.Whatsapp”!! But this text from me seemed no effect on him and he continued to text. I put my phone in silent mode and slept. When I woke up in the morning, there were a dozen texts from Mr.Whatsapp. How jobless could anyone get to keep texting with no response? My deathly glare smiley also landed up having a calming effect on him. He just continued to text me. He was a constant companion whether you liked him or not. Be it jokes, quotes, videos, pictures or texts, he would send me something or the other throughout the day and I guess night. I let this continue for a few more days.

One fine day I decided enough was enough, and I was going to stop this menace. I called him up, all set to give him a good piece of my mind. All I got in return was David Guetta’s Titanium in return. He didn’t answer my call. Me the stubborn one continued to call and I think he the more stubborn one refused to answer my phone. After a few more attempts in vain, I stopped. In less than a few seconds, I got a smiley from Mr.Whatsapp. This infuriated me even more. Seething with rage I whastapped, “What is your darned problem”? Can’t you for once answer my phone? All he sent was a winking smiley. I tried calling him again, but futile. I decided I wouldn’t think about it so much, but curiosity got the better of me. I found this strange. A guy texts but never picks up a call. With this inquisitiveness I decided I will be less hostile and try and get him to at least reason out.

When we finally got chatting, all I would do is fight. I just wouldn’t chat politely. I tried asking him a gazillion times in between my fighting, the reason for his curious behavior. But Mr. Whatsapp was worst than a mule, I guess. Each night I had begun to chat with Mr.Whatsapp as well apart from my bestie. With each friendly conversation in progress, I realized this guy was funny as hell. His messages kept me in splits. After a few weeks knowing this guy, it made me ponder that I no longer thought of him as annoying and he was already slowly and steadily progressing the ladder of friendship. He always had stories to tell me and for once here was another human who chatted way more than what I do. I was aghast. I had finally begin to enjoy our conversations and actually looked forward to it. This continued for a few more days.

All of a sudden, one afternoon Mr. Whatsapp texted me and suggested we meet for coffee. Since, I knew a lot about him and found him to be a genuine friend; I found no harm in meeting him over coffee. My best friend seemed to suggest the same too and hence I agreed to it. I also had this urging curiosity which was gnawing me to know why he never answered my calls or called back ever. Even after these weeks of knowing each other, this mysterious habit remained enigmatic. We both decided we would meet on a Friday afternoon at the Art Gallery. Apparently we both liked Art and this gallery had the most splendid café which served awesome quick bites. I still had three days to go to meet him and I silently wanted this time to pass in a jiffy.

Finally it was Friday. Strangely, I had butterflies in my stomach since morning. We had finally managed to establish a good friendship and I was very excited to meeting him. I got dressed in the afternoon after spending a jittery morning. Had informed my best friend about the place where we were meeting as well. She and I always kept each other informed. She said she would look out for me in case I needed her. You never know sometimes when you need help and it’s always good to be safe than sorry.

The Art Gallery was a few minutes away from my home and I decided to take a walk. My bestie was walking with me as well since the library where she had decided to wait for me was near the Gallery. We reached in about twenty minutes, bid each other good bye and walked apart. When I stood in front of the gallery, I saw that I had reached earlier. Luckily, this gallery doesn’t close in the afternoons and it is not too crowded either. There were not too many people outside too making it easy for us to spot each other. This Gallery has a beautiful garden in front of its entrance. Crane benches adorn the landscape. These benches are my favorite and I have spent a lot of time sitting and reading books. A couple of minutes passed, I looked up to see a group of teens occupy the benches around. Then, I saw a tall and lean figure walking towards the gallery from across the road. Walking hurriedly, he entered and was scanning around the place looking for someone. I suddenly realized, I was looking at my whatsapp buddy. My excitement knew no bounds. Finally, I get to meet my buddy. The crane bench I was sitting on was covered by a low hanging branch, and anyone on it wasn’t spotted easily. I saw buddy walk towards the entrance and pull put his phone. I was hoping at least now he would call, but nope. My phone blinked indicating whatsapp message. My legs were so unsteady. I slowly got up, perspiration covering my forehead, palms sweating. Within seconds I steadied myself and started walking towards the entrance. (By now you’d have realized that I was Ms.Selfie for him and he was Mr.Whatsapp and the names just stuck.)

I went and stood in front of him. He gave me the most beautiful smile. So pleased was I with his smile that I smiled and asked, “Wassup Mr.Whatsapp”? And we both burst out laughing. He was way good looking compared to his pictures and had the most spectacular smile. I silently thanked god for this accidental/persistent friendship. He just stood calmly smiling at me while I was ogling at him. He still hadn’t uttered a word to my bewilderment. We walked in silently with smiles and went around looking at paintings. At the exit was the café. We went in and sat. It was the most peaceful café and my favorite. I seemed to do all the talking and he either smiled or nodded in an acknowledging manner. Now, I couldn’t wait longer. I pestered him to talk. After a few seconds of serenity, he pulled out a piece of paper. He sat looking at that sheet in his hand which was empty. But he didn’t write anything on it. He slowly looked up at me and he was sweating. Perspiration on his forehead and his palms were sweating. He was in the same state I was in a few minutes ago. He brought his hands up and slowly showed me in sign language that he cannot speak……………………………………………..I let this news sink into me and a few seconds later, I patted his hand with assurance, smiled the biggest smile and told him Ms.Selfie is so glad to have met Mr.Whatsapp!!!!!!! He looked at me and I could see he was smiling.

We both sat across the table in silence for a few minutes. We took out our cell phones and continued what we had done all these weeks… Whastapping but whtaspping with a difference now, we were doing it face to face.

(Well, I did message my bestie to head home since I could manage to get back home on my own now. There was nothing to worry meeting Mr.Whatsapp for the first time.)

BACK TO THE PRESENT

It has been almost over 3 months now since we first met each other. My best friend found this friendship between Mr.Whatsapp and I the most touching. Ever since the three of us have been hanging out and have become really close. We continue to whatsapp through the night, but from two we are three now. My best joined us too and we are on group chat now. The fun has just tripled as the sleepless nights continue………We are now the inseparable Trio- Yes my bestie has a name too, of course not Ms.Selfie’s Bestie, she is fondly called Ms.Safetie….So we all have our nick names. This whatsapp journey has tuned out to be one smart ride for one great lifetime friendship.

My smart phone indeed turned out to be smart.

On this note I would like to sign off with this beautiful quote that comes into my mind,

“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words”!!

-          Elbert Hubbard

Hope you have all enjoyed this silent yet smart journey with me. Until next time…….

A HEALING PATH

A mighty way at sight,
For it is not the thought to fight,
Strange is the mind game,
For all is not worth to fame!


A mighty way at sight,
Knowing the cues of height,
Take a path of presence,
Make no mistake of absence!


A mighty way at sight,
Keep at bay the fright,
Try to make a bind,
For it is worth the find!


A mighty way at sight,
Optimism be the plight,
Gather your findings together,
It is worth a thought forever!


A mighty way at sight,
Hope always is a pure delight,
Pile away the haze,
You'll find a path even in a maze!

YOU ARE THE ONE!!!

The first time we met, the feeling was intense,

My Heart skips a beat, in your presence,

Your smile won me over, without a second thought,

Mixed emotions, turmoil within to be fought,

You’re my strength, you’re my inspiration,

You’re the reason behind my inhalation!

The days of longing dates, to see you,

For the eager mornings, the silent nights flew,

Each day spent, opened a new chapter,

All these in one you, and more to come faster,

You’re my strength, you’re my inspiration,

You’re the reason behind my inhalation!

Each step you took towards me, brought a serene tear,

With you around, there can be no fear,

You’re my love; you amaze me each day,

Clear and bright, all the way,

You’re my strength, you’re my inspiration,

You’re the reason behind my inhalation!

The twinkle in my eye, the flutter in ma heart,

The joy of you and me, knowing that we never part,

An entire life ahead, of us together,

The rules ours, the game we play forever,

You’re my strength, you’re my inspiration,

You’re the reason behind my inhalation!