You Sang To Me

Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. This was it. Finally.

She has been dreaming about it day and night. Combing her wavy tangled hair, standing in front of mirror, staring at the ceiling at 3 am, waiting patiently at bus stop -- she'd think of the best way to react to this one moment. Normally, eyes turn watery when you suddenly receive something you've been carving for, she thought. May be laughing away to glory and resting her burdened head on his shoulder was a better way to express? How about pretending that what she was seeing in his eyes was totally unexpected? huh...she'd often smile or sheepishly slap and force herself back to work.

Her wait was over. He was back after 2 long years and still longer 8 months. It would not have been so had she not discovered, soon after he left, a void impossible to fill. She wasn't aware but perhaps, he had been doing so for the 2 years they knew each other. Not that she saw him and spoke to him everyday. But he was there...always.

He walked in wearing a big smile and a white check shirt, blue jeans and shoes, complementing his tall, well-built body. A personality pleasantly different from what she had last seen.

She never thought he had flattering looks. But then she had never looked at him flatteringly ever. He was always there...somewhere. A good friend of hers, like many others.

That was then. And this was now. She had seen 'it' at last. They were always meant for each other. So what if it took some time for her to realize that. She couldn't take her eyes off him, as the smile on her face and drops in her eyes grew bigger.


"Wow, you look beautiful," she thought he'd say.

"Hey gorgeous! missed ya so much," he said in a disturbingly friendly voice.

Pointing towards her he continued, "This is my life..." pointing to the woman standing besides her he added "...and she'll soon be my wife." She heard him laugh...so loud that she had to let out a cry.

Nothing could have prepared her for this moment either. This was it, finally... Or was it?

Should she win her love back? Can you really win love? May be it was just not meant to be...

Give me Red

Why is my blog red?
It's not angry or aggressive. It just got bored of the darkness, black represents. Sure, the mystery and power of black is an attraction, but for time being red is the way to be. (Shall get back to black but not yet.)

It is the colour of passion, energy, life and strength. And not to forget it is one of the hues that make dawn what it is...

Culturally, Red represents prosperity. It's what brides wear. Vermilion (sindur) is red implying fertility and strength! It amuses me to mention a sharp ironic metaphor within the land that uses the colour to imply auspiciousness. There is a village in Rajasthan where abortion and sex-determination are 'officially illegal'. Some smart doctors, however, carry on sonography and let the patient know the result in secret code. A signature in red ink means "it's a girl"! Obviously it represents danger...more like a stop light at a traffic signal. Grrr... Anyway, it means its a feminine shade :)

Another interesting fact about Red. If you were in Sweden and were to attend a wedding, do not wear red unless...you have slept with the groom (and wish to announce that to the world just on his wedding day!)

Of course, it is an erotic colour. I mean think of red nails, lips...lady in red.
But think of love...red roses, red wine under red dusk sky...

Wheel of Time

It was her first bicycle. She didn't even know how to ride one but that couldn't take away the joy she felt in owning it.

It wasn't difficult to fall in love with the suave blue beauty that added speed to the experience of being a nature's spectator. She had never before felt wind on her face. She loved it so much that we would jump at every opportunity for experiencing it again. Competition with her little companions, getting bread and eggs from market early morning or curd when sun was at its peak. Everything was so much fun...And then she outgrew it one day.

There was no point buying another one. She could rather go for car in sometime now, she was told. She agreed being anyway busy with other 'first' things in life. But there was an unfinished desire to live that experience a tad more. That desire still lives in her.

There are several such longings you keep curbing giving some justification or none. You are helpless sometimes and learn to seed those desires in some corner of your heart hoping you'd forget about them some day.

And suddenly one day you get an opportunity out of nowhere, to just go for it. And you feel complete somewhere...She too got a chance today. She felt that joy. Her friend brought a new cycle for himself. She had time, a cycle and open space to feel wind on her face just as she did many moons ago.

It's not so much about having to ride a cycle again but about letting out those seeds. Waking up those desires and making them come alive. It's then when you feel a sense of achievement and joy that has no substitute.