The Unforgettable Desire

I seem to have a habit of getting to the extremity of my emotional self by missing people whom, with the course of time, I have come to like more than I thought I liked and then write a blog post. [;-) :-P] I hated the people of Delhi so badly during the initial months of my stay there, reasons were many! I kept wondering, why of all places I always wanted to be in Delhi? Was it because my paternal family has been residing there for decades now or was it because I couldn’t resist being somewhere else given the fact that my brother landed up in Delhi? Questions were many with a simple answer- It was just the curious mind of a little girl who visited her grandparents every summer in Delhi but never actually got to see and explore the city! Now having spent almost a year in Delhi, people at my hometown ask me how I like the place. And I find it hard to answer. Like I said I hated being in Delhi in the beginning and now I am longing to go back to that place. I say to them, after a ce

Flight journeys I do not prefer. Something inside my skull goes wrong. Yet again, here I am writing this from Air India’s Flight number AI 473 taking me from New Delhi to Bhubaneswar. Well this is my first flight trip alone. The one reason why I was excited for this flight is that it takes off from Terminal 3, Indira Gandhi International Airport and my last flight from here made me meet the Bollywood actor Ranveer Singh. I was looking forward to meet some famous persona this time too. And also I feel like mentioning here the one reason why I like travelling in Air India, the air hostesses aren’t beautiful enough and the pilots are always hot and handsome. But anyway I did not start writing because I wanted to let you know about the above details. Well, I had planned to watch the movie ‘Brave’ which I took from my friend recently and here I am typing a blog post. [Seriously God, when will the day come when my smallest plan would work?] While waiting for the flight to take off

  Because I have built walls around my heart. So even if someone starts getting close to me they cannot penetrate through the walls as I have used Ambuja cement. [:-P] And if by any chance I get a proposal, I am angry about it. So you see, NO chance!   Because I cannot imagine falling in love, not that it is something to imagine but still ‘Me in Love' is the joke of my life and I can really laugh about it for hours. In fact I have been laughing for a long while now. [Hopeless Romantic of all times.]   Because even though it was for a short time period but I had the best relationship which had no demands, no expectations, and no complaints. When they started arising, the relationship ended. [:-P] Because I cannot tolerate any kind of dominance and the ones I see these days, ‘Why do you upload your photo on FB’ ‘Deactivate your account’ ‘You can’t talk to other guys’ ‘you can’t click a photo with them because you’re with me’ 'blah blah blah'  are simply

I suffered from a minute ache in my wrist which eventually led me to Leukemia. It was a rare symptom and so maybe then on whenever I get to hear that a person is suffering from something as small as a mere headache brings the horror that it can lead to something really big. It is just me and people hate me for this. I cannot help it. It’s not like I intentionally choose to think of bad stuff but it’s just I have been through it. Every time I see her hands shivering, I am worried. She is not old enough to have her hands trembling when she holds a vessel or serves us on the dining table. It is not something really common. The worst part is the doctors don’t get to know the cause of it. Just prescribing some random pills to minimize it isn’t a solution. (Who would know this better than me?) But again, how am I supposed to help? All I can do is see her suffer. I wonder if being a Ganesha fan gives her all her strength :-) Every time when she has a headache, I am tensed. Hea

The fact that I have been calling myself a ‘hopeless romantic’ since three years doesn’t change the other fact that I keep falling in love every now and then.  I do not remember who my first love was but I guess it started with Shah Rukh’s romantic movies. Yes, I am a complete bollywood freak. Since childhood I dreamed of having a super dramatic + romantic love story, like most of the girls do. But then my mom always kept reminding me that life on the idiot box/ big screen is not even near to the real life and that is why people love watching them. It’s an escape from reality. I took my time to realize this. Dr. Armaan Mallick, the small screen heartthrob of most of the girls, ruled in my dreams for around three years. My parents almost made him their son-in-law seeing my madness. There are many more characters I fall in love with. And even in this respect I couldn’t leave the books behind. Most of the male protagonists of Nicholas Sparks books make you wish to be