Silhouette of life! :)

I  don't feel the same anymore. Its like a part of me has been washed away by the tides, and I'm left incomplete...never to feel complete again. Is it normal? I don't know. I have some serious trust issues. I can't trust anyone. I always end up looking at everyone with suspecting eyes. Is this normal? I don't know. But I know something... I was never like this before. I used to trust people so easily and so completely. But now I don't. I don't want to blame anyone for the way I am now...  Let's just say, my defence mechanism has taken the active front, and it doesn't let anything seep below my skin surface. It keeps everything from affecting me inside there. It keeps my feelings, emotions, heart...safe. The defence mechanism is working great. I wish it came a little sooner, that way, it wouldn't have been such a big mess inside there. I know you must be thinking I had a breakup... No, it wasn't a breakup. I don't know how to defin...

Tu jab muskuraye bahaar aaye... Teri muskan se mujhko karaar aaye, Phulon me khubsoorati bahut hai lekin, Wo bhi jalte hain tujhse jab tu muskuraye... Neemi aankhon se lekar labon tak tere, Khil khilke jab ye hasin muskan aaye... Zarra zarra mera chehak jaye  Aur aankhonse mere pyaar aaye... Chand tare bhi tujhse hi panaah payen, Tu jo muskuraye, tu jab muskuraye.......

Sarkundi Pass Snowmelt’s going to be washed to the oceans someday anyway, so give my ashes to a fresh snowfall laid at the feet of mountains, give them to the arms of pinewoods,the immense worlds tucked in a print of a caribou. Give them, my love, to the vast stillness, the flakes dancing to the leaps and whims of snowstorms,trembling on the ribbed ripples of tranquil lakes and when the universe finally remakesthem, may they again take a woman’s form. May I be reborn around these mountains, close to these spring-touched fields, these winter-bright slopes; and one day quite by chance walking these snowsmay we meet again where the conifer grows as stars pin clouds in place with their sapphire drops. May I be born here on the ridge of a mountain,come face to face with you, and fall in love again.

My dear sweet niece, You need to first know you are the most loved baby that I know... and that's only counting how much I know that  I  love you. If you add in everyone else who loves you, then you are simply the most loved person in the whole of the entire world. I  promise  it's true.  And it will be true for the rest of your life. Here, I feel like I must share with you some very important truths about you. These are the things I know, with absolute certainty, about you already: The first, and probably the single most important thing I need you to know, is that you have been blessed with two of the most incredible people as your parents. Your mother is my sister. She is my  best friend. She will be a better mother to you then you could have ever possibly wished for and you are  so lucky  to have her.  If ever you happen to forget that, I promise that I will always remind you. After I take you out for ice cream and sympathetically...

I am really clumsy and careless, and I so thank God for not giving us removable parts, but if he would have.. I swear my life would have been something like this... ******************************************************************************************************** OMG! Where is my nose, I had left it right here on my book…I swear! “Are you looking for something?” great now if I tell her she’ll go and tell mom. “Umm, Nothing Dee just this book!” “Why are you hiding your face? let me see” She snapped Miss detective! “No, nothing just…!” “You lost your nose again, didn’t you?” “I swear I had kept it right here! Don’t tell mom, please.. help me find it!” “No you always keep losing your nose your hand I have my assignment I am not helping you this time!” Yeah, I know it is my fault, but she could have been a bit helpful. Removable body parts might be a boon for you all but trust me it’s  been just a curse for me. Wonder why? because I had to replace my hand 30 ...

                  It was late into the night and the four of them were still talking. Niharika covered her mouth as she yawned for the nth time. Suraj looked at her with a frown. She tried to sit straight and listen to what he was talking. She had had a busy day and had an early appointment the next day. She had just been ready to drop to bed when the doorbell had rung. Suraj, who was still working on his laptop, had got the door. They had been shocked to see Suraj's brother, Abhinav, with his girlfriend Priya.                   Priya sobbed continuously which was getting on Niharika's nerves. She wanted to shout at the girl to act her age. At 25, she was behaving like a teenager! Why couldn't she just gather herself and be responsible? Abhinav, on the other hand, was behaving like a love lorn boy of the sixteen. To think that the two of them had just eloped and landed at their house! ...

It is said that a girl is closer to her father than to her mother.  For a daughter, a mother is an epitome of discipline, whereas, a father is like her partner in crime!  There is special bond that a girl shares with her father; after all, he is the first man in her life. And, she is always a little princess to him.  From infant to toddler to pre-teen to teen, a father sees the apple of his eye grow up from a little baby to a pretty woman. From a little girl in pony tails to an elegant lady in a saree But what happens when the time to search for her groom arrives. Dads start having the feeling of losing their gorgeous little princess overnight to some stranger who may or may not keep his angel happy.  The mere thought of giving away his daughter to a person who he barely knows or has probably just met, starts giving him restless nights.   From the start of seeing the groom, to the marriage preparations to the main ceremony. I ...