Shrew. That's what suited her most perfectly...as if the word was custom made for her. She felt she had the right to be loved by all. And what's wrong with that?
"Nothing," he would say as he looked at her with his two fingers covering a coy smile on his face. He gazed at the full bright moon reigning in the black sky above. He looked back at her fidgeting with her black dress. Her authoritative face was not even an ounce less of the sparkle he saw in the moon above... "The shrew cannot be blamed for her pretension," he heard telling himself and immediately commanded himself to look away.
He dragged his gaze to the moon dancing below on the waves of river that ran under the bridge they were standing on..."And what's wrong with that?" The coquettish question echoed in his mind. It had a strange mix the smell of a lot of arrogance and a pinch of the need to be admired and loved. Was she really the authoritative moon she appeared to be or was she actually the agile she seldom appeared to be? He couldn't decide.
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Surreal Night
It could have easily been passed off as a painting on canvas of a die hard romantic painter. Now who else would paint the night sky with a careful mix of diluted pastel pink, orange, red and a tinge of yellow? Add to that sugary cold breeze making bathed green leaves dance to its tune.
Roads are washed and so are our souls, that got drenched while we were enjoying a walk...hand in hand...My hand is still in yours and your arms have covered me as though protecting me from mischieous chilly wind. The balcony is not too high...then how come it feels like the world is far below me?
The smell of coffee, I just made for you, reminds me of the day we first met at that coffee shop. And I feel the same warmth as when I did when you first held me...
This is all so perfect. Then why does it feel like a dream?
May be because it is... There are no cups of coffee; no balcony so high...and no arms to take care of me.
Only the painted sky is real and so is the playful breeze that just suddenly turned a little unfriendly as though questioning me teasingly of your presence. I look up at the painter's sky as it watches me wait for you...
Come soon...before coffee turns cold.
Roads are washed and so are our souls, that got drenched while we were enjoying a walk...hand in hand...My hand is still in yours and your arms have covered me as though protecting me from mischieous chilly wind. The balcony is not too high...then how come it feels like the world is far below me?
The smell of coffee, I just made for you, reminds me of the day we first met at that coffee shop. And I feel the same warmth as when I did when you first held me...
This is all so perfect. Then why does it feel like a dream?
May be because it is... There are no cups of coffee; no balcony so high...and no arms to take care of me.
Only the painted sky is real and so is the playful breeze that just suddenly turned a little unfriendly as though questioning me teasingly of your presence. I look up at the painter's sky as it watches me wait for you...
Come soon...before coffee turns cold.
Moments - I
Giggle in my eyes and butterfly on my shoulder
Smell of yellow Lilies and voice of waterfall
A handful of mist and morning dew on my feet
And a little taste of flowing morning breeze
...Sometimes that is all you need!
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...
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.
Starless Skies
Hmm...cloudy cloudy sky
Moon ain't far far away
Sharp-sharp moonlight
'Tis as bright as a day
It smells like winter
with cold cold air
'tis a hush hush moment
Feels almost like you're near
Closed closed kohled eyes
with silly silly dreams
..awake under starless skies
When night's almost like day
Moon ain't far far away
Sharp-sharp moonlight
'Tis as bright as a day
It smells like winter
with cold cold air
'tis a hush hush moment
Feels almost like you're near
Closed closed kohled eyes
with silly silly dreams
..awake under starless skies
When night's almost like day
It doesn't rain like this everyday
To you....
Someone just knocked the dilapidated door today. Thought it is you. It was the mischievous breeze, bringing the message of showers that were to make the earth scented again....
The gentle wind is embracing me and memories of you are all over, flying like curtains of the open window.
Would you like to walk? You too like walking, don't you? I wish we had gone for long walks. We always had so much to talk albeit i went silent most of the times.
Anyway. Music is a great friend too...lemme switch on my Apo....Hey, i see reflection of me on my favourite car.
I see sky and a barren tree
a metaphor of my heart?
"...I tried so hard to tell myself that you are gone" plays Apollo....co-incidence?
Yeah yeah laugh! Your thoughts are as ruthless as you are.
Music in my ears engulfs the noise around. Seems like i am witnessing a silent movie
as i turn deaf to rest of the world much like i do..ok did...when i heard you speak...
No worries, i tell myself. Monsoons, like people in our lives, don't stay forever...
Seasons would change like the music on Appu. "Hate that I love you..." Appu is getting smarter.
Hmm i smell rain. And i feel the drops. Like your memories weren't enough to drench
me.....
Someone just knocked the dilapidated door today. Thought it is you. It was the mischievous breeze, bringing the message of showers that were to make the earth scented again....
The gentle wind is embracing me and memories of you are all over, flying like curtains of the open window.
Would you like to walk? You too like walking, don't you? I wish we had gone for long walks. We always had so much to talk albeit i went silent most of the times.
Anyway. Music is a great friend too...lemme switch on my Apo....Hey, i see reflection of me on my favourite car.
I see sky and a barren tree
a metaphor of my heart?
"...I tried so hard to tell myself that you are gone" plays Apollo....co-incidence?
Yeah yeah laugh! Your thoughts are as ruthless as you are.
Music in my ears engulfs the noise around. Seems like i am witnessing a silent movie
as i turn deaf to rest of the world much like i do..ok did...when i heard you speak...
No worries, i tell myself. Monsoons, like people in our lives, don't stay forever...
Seasons would change like the music on Appu. "Hate that I love you..." Appu is getting smarter.
Hmm i smell rain. And i feel the drops. Like your memories weren't enough to drench
me.....
Being Purva: What's in a name?
For Shakespeare, rose would have been the same even if it were called anything else. What's in a name, he said. I do not know if I would have been any different were I known as Purvi and not Purva. But what I do believe is I possess some characterstics because I am Purva.
I read somewhere: "psychologist say that women with more feminine names are better at jobs like nursing & a person with manly name like Hank will be more successful as a builder." I believe names (rather the meanings) have a strong bearing on one's personality.
Purva means cool breeze flowing from the east -- the direction from which the sun appears to rise. Coming from that direction (which has something that removes darkness), gives me a positive outlook and confidence of brightening up the place I am in.
Breeze cannot be held in one place, making me a restless soul. I like to call myself a wanderer--wandering in search of .....something I am unaware of! I love to get 'lost'! (which is a common occurence thanks to my extremely poor sense of direction).
While there are lot of other traits similar to the meaning of my name, I would not write all here. I like these lines written by Rabindranath Tagore....I can identify with them really well:
"I AM restless. I am a thirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly,
that I am bound in this spot evermore."
I read somewhere: "psychologist say that women with more feminine names are better at jobs like nursing & a person with manly name like Hank will be more successful as a builder." I believe names (rather the meanings) have a strong bearing on one's personality.
Purva means cool breeze flowing from the east -- the direction from which the sun appears to rise. Coming from that direction (which has something that removes darkness), gives me a positive outlook and confidence of brightening up the place I am in.
Breeze cannot be held in one place, making me a restless soul. I like to call myself a wanderer--wandering in search of .....something I am unaware of! I love to get 'lost'! (which is a common occurence thanks to my extremely poor sense of direction).
While there are lot of other traits similar to the meaning of my name, I would not write all here. I like these lines written by Rabindranath Tagore....I can identify with them really well:
"I AM restless. I am a thirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly,
that I am bound in this spot evermore."
Beach Sand In My Shoes....
Dusky evening in its spring
Takes the shining sun with it,
Dressing the sky with seven colours
Letting it be kissed by the sea......
Standing near the beach, I wonder
What can I take with me?
Water dancing to tunes of flowing breeze
Making waves come and kiss my feet
Carefree waves, playful like the children around,
Revel in the ...unheard song
Marvelled by the mysticism, I wonder
What can I take along?
Lying below is the vulnerable sand
Embedding my feet with water's kiss,
Is a bed to a thousand shells
And castles that people make....
Awed by its affability I wonder
What from it can I take?
With all these soaked in my soul,
There is nothing I can choose
There is nothing I can lose
And I walk away with peace in my heart
and beach sand in my shoes.......
Takes the shining sun with it,
Dressing the sky with seven colours
Letting it be kissed by the sea......
Standing near the beach, I wonder
What can I take with me?
Water dancing to tunes of flowing breeze
Making waves come and kiss my feet
Carefree waves, playful like the children around,
Revel in the ...unheard song
Marvelled by the mysticism, I wonder
What can I take along?
Lying below is the vulnerable sand
Embedding my feet with water's kiss,
Is a bed to a thousand shells
And castles that people make....
Awed by its affability I wonder
What from it can I take?
With all these soaked in my soul,
There is nothing I can choose
There is nothing I can lose
And I walk away with peace in my heart
and beach sand in my shoes.......
There is not much time cannot erase......
It can destroy huge mountains, can melt massive glaciers, it can make garlands of strong relationships, it can rust a lustrous metal and a decade old bond….it has the power to heal the gravest wounds…it is, perhaps, the most powerful. Time.
“Leave it on time,” they say. And time does take care of everything. Without any rules though. Things change. People change. Circumstances change….because time changes. There is nothing you can do.
Things will change. People will change. Circumstances will change. Because TIME will change. And it will alter several deifinitions. It will re-define relationships. It will bring with it numerous new experiences and embed the old ones as memories in our hearts. Some will be cherished and some.......better forgotten...
There is nothing time will not touch. It will - fade the best pair of your jeans; darken the silver jewellery you spent hours buying; turn the laptop you brought from your first salary into a piece of wreck; make people forget the recognition you received.....the mirror that shows a young and energetic you, will change show a wrinkled, frowning and tired you.......
But. It will also-- turn the sapling you planted in your garden into a frutiful tree, improve the taste of wine your friend gifted you and the flavour of friendship too, make space for a new pair of jeans in your new cupboard, it will revamp several relationship and bring with it several new suns.......
Happy Living!
“Leave it on time,” they say. And time does take care of everything. Without any rules though. Things change. People change. Circumstances change….because time changes. There is nothing you can do.
Things will change. People will change. Circumstances will change. Because TIME will change. And it will alter several deifinitions. It will re-define relationships. It will bring with it numerous new experiences and embed the old ones as memories in our hearts. Some will be cherished and some.......better forgotten...
There is nothing time will not touch. It will - fade the best pair of your jeans; darken the silver jewellery you spent hours buying; turn the laptop you brought from your first salary into a piece of wreck; make people forget the recognition you received.....the mirror that shows a young and energetic you, will change show a wrinkled, frowning and tired you.......
But. It will also-- turn the sapling you planted in your garden into a frutiful tree, improve the taste of wine your friend gifted you and the flavour of friendship too, make space for a new pair of jeans in your new cupboard, it will revamp several relationship and bring with it several new suns.......
Happy Living!
Rambling
Sometimes life looks so beautiful that I feel like embracing it
and sometimes it looks so beautiful that I feel like just staring at it and letting it pass by......
and sometimes it looks so beautiful that I feel like just staring at it and letting it pass by......
I don't want to.....
I don't wanna sit
I don't wanna stand
I don't wanna walk
I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna laugh
I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna live
but I don't wanna die..
May be this doesn't make much sense but I just wanted to write this. As this is what I am actually feeling. Has it ever happened to you? Have you felt moments when you do not want to do anything but cannot sit idle? You want to talk your heart out but do not feel like using these things called 'words'....you want to be a part of the hustle and bustle in a crowd but are reluctant to compromise your space. There are thousands of such contradictory things running on my mind. But I think this much is enough.
Perhaps this is beacuse I am away from home for the first time. Sitting approximately 1000kms from home (in Ahmedabad), may be this is how one feels. I am missing home but do not really want to return. I am certain this feeling would go as things settle and then I shall share with you the beauty of the Gujju land. (I hope I am able to steal some more moments like these when I can blog....missing my PC without any contradictions)
I don't wanna stand
I don't wanna walk
I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna laugh
I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna live
but I don't wanna die..
May be this doesn't make much sense but I just wanted to write this. As this is what I am actually feeling. Has it ever happened to you? Have you felt moments when you do not want to do anything but cannot sit idle? You want to talk your heart out but do not feel like using these things called 'words'....you want to be a part of the hustle and bustle in a crowd but are reluctant to compromise your space. There are thousands of such contradictory things running on my mind. But I think this much is enough.
Perhaps this is beacuse I am away from home for the first time. Sitting approximately 1000kms from home (in Ahmedabad), may be this is how one feels. I am missing home but do not really want to return. I am certain this feeling would go as things settle and then I shall share with you the beauty of the Gujju land. (I hope I am able to steal some more moments like these when I can blog....missing my PC without any contradictions)
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