160 Drafts

There was a flip of the pages in the calendar. The month of June showed a colorful paper aircraft  flown over the garden, a message of creativity and nature go hand in hand. How fast the time flew, I reckon it to be a  magician, capable of healing, hurting, reminding, forgetting, creating, destroying absolutely anything, anything in this universe. AND probably the person who can control time is whom I call GOD.

Have we met him then, the controller of time. Even the myths and the holy books says that even god abides by the Horrendous time. Having heard of time machines and time travelling. If that were to be true. I bow to the creator. But why is it most of the times, that we age on earth and time acts differently in other parts of the universe. It sure is a uncertain entity to be defined.

I would go mad in just attempting to solve this entity.

So I would rather not and be awed by the mysteries the nature has to offer. It is almost end of June. And I’m still uncertain of what tomorrow has to offer and what today was all about. In this infinite circle, I slowly pack my bags, unpack it, flip it over and again get ready for the journey. This is going to be a lame post, a small voice squeaks at the back of my mind. But it matters little to me now. With 160 drafts staying unedited and unattended to, leaves a scar on my dreams!

So, as long as I try, as long as I fail. I am on the right track. But being on the right track and sitting like a log will have any train run over me!

So this is an effort to keep going! Thanks to my friends and family for sucking up all my moodswings and still say that I can do it!

Somebody once told me that if you encourage a person with his positive sides and so subtly inform him about the drawbacks. He will rise like a strong tide.

And so this week is all about getting back, writing anything and everything  and having the nuts to publish the same.


This Fall!

Time is a funny thing, yes it is. Especially when it comes to our heart and the people we like. I have never been on a road that says so much of changing, albeit we all have been there with a moment of peace, a moment of truth. Time is the only constant and change,  it’s defiant companion. I have never ever been able to move on defying the fact that so strongly proves the point of how vulnerable time can make a strong heart crumple and writh away to oblivion. I have never ever stayed so very close to the phantoms of the realm I have always ignored. Here I staY, rooted to a place that is so very much like a home. A HOME FAR AWAY FROM HOME. this place helps me introduce to a different person that I have never met, or will ever face in a mirror.

The roads have always been strange, a bit peculiar, funny, unique, trustworthy, oblivious to the very nature of the lighted paths. However overwhelming the paths might lead to, there is no turning back right now for the place has made me meet a person so beautiful, so perfect with all the little imperfections that I am made of.30010608171_55ab69cd45_b

He is a person that my soul recognised but my heart took a double take but still, with all those million reasons for this to not work out, destiny sat like grumpy stubborn little kid and made sure we stay together and hence here I am at my rightful place with a beautiful smile in acceptance to the destiny’s plays. But my choice is beautiful and I love that life chose a gem of a person to be with  me.

Yes, I might take a few more years to know the real him, he is an introvert for christ’s sake and I am totally intrigued by the charm of his silence, mostly a bit confused most of the times but there is an urge to know beyond the silence of the stars, to know the reasons for his smile, the reasons for his sad eyes, those hazel rich honey eyes.

I wish that life would throw me an opportunity to meet his hidden sides. to meet my husband with all his secrets that are neatly wrapped and stored away in the darkness of his heart.

Barely a week into marriage is too early to understand my love!

The extrovert in me is finally excited to settled down with an introvert with so much weightage to his thoughts and words that is so much more beautiful compared to my constant rattling and blabbering. This person makes me complete. I think I am slowly falling for the man I love, all over again:)

#MadeOfGreat-Oh Yes,he is!

What Is it to be made of great, is it their  wisdom that adorned them with age or is it the knowledge that weaved them to be what they are today or even more is it their circumstances that molded them with it’s charm of difficulties and occasional happiness, what is it to be made of greatness,if all the above could make you that, I have  a list of people who care, whose wisdom is beyond my brick of imagination, whose sincerity is beyond my truth , those are there who looked after me like precious jewel, and a few more who gave up their happiness to create the gist of it in my life and make my life a dream come true.

Yet I decided to write about that one person whose age ,younger than mine, whose knowledge is still budding up and whose wisdom needs the presence of the wisdom tooth yet he is made of great, a person with a pure, powerful and unconditional love towards me, and that is my younger sibling, my brother, Brijesh.

If I did know him the way I do now, maybe my life would have been more meaningful for those were the years that was dealt with who-had-the-biggest-sweet, who-would-get-mom’s-attention-more ! All in all a perfect childhood but today when I turn the pages of history under the spell of the sands of time, I traveled through the phases that made him a person of greatness.So travel with me, to my childhood

Incident 1

We were young enough not to differentiate between the dark and evil, those were the days where we thought of darkness to evil spirits, an idea that was instilled in us from the gossips and movies and the sole idea of insecurity in the dark.

We shared the same room with all our toys steadily pushed under our beds, the monsters and ghosts were predominant!one day after a session with the ghost from a horror movie, we could barely close our eyes,it was then he mentioned

“Akka, don’t worry,I will look after if anything comes from the side I’m facing,though the window seems frightening enough, you face the blank wall, almost nothing comes out from there, but it does from the windows and under the bed,I’ll let you know if something happens from my view”


Though his sentences weren’t well framed the way I’m writing it, and it also had the fear laden within them along with pauses but he meant it, meant it from all his heart, this guy who was three years younger to me had the idea of protecting me ,I didn’t ponder about this much but I know I had slept peacefully after he said so.

Incident 2

I am the weaker sibling and my brother from the time I can remember used to tease me as the host to all the illness in the world.


Oh! He was naughty yet he cared

On one of the visits from the stronger section of the fever family, I had woken up in the middle of the gruesome night, curling up the feeling of nausea and profuse sweating, I had to throw out the dinner from last night, it was the heat that had reached my head and I was weak and exhausted, I didn’t want to disturb anyone but I badly needed my mom with me, aiding me, consoling me and putting me back to sleep

Right then he was there, like my mother, helping me from the bathroom floor, putting me to bed and started to tap my head to put me to sleep,like a father caring for his daughter, her stayed by my side till I dozzed off.

This was also when we shared the same room and I think I was in highschool and he was in fifth grade.

But the overwhelming truth is that he does the tapping me to sleep thing even today when I suffer rarely from illness and I feel blessed to have a brother who can be my mom and dad…I love him and I smile as I write this, he is indeed made of great for his age ,for the love and care that he shows in return to my ignorant behavior….

Yes it is true,I sleep like a log and I have never known that he would also be suffering when a small fever strikes, he never disturbs my sleep,he never has done that till today, never expects me to look after him, a brave soul made of great

Incident 3

This is more recent , I usually vent up all my frustrations through cries and sharing with my mom, an amazing lady that she is, gently smiles and consoles me with strong motivating words , but that span of continuous flow of tears in front of her to share my burden often ends up in lifting the burden away, it feels like a feather once it is shared



On one such incident, he deliberately pulled me to the garden and spoke

“Akka, don’t share everything like that with mom”

“helllo. she is my mom and how dare you sa not to share with my own mom” I glare back at him hissing my words

“No, share it but do hold those tears, why do you have to be a crybaby?” he never left his stand

“Oh come-on. that’s how I am! Don’t you know? I feel at peace only after I have cried the pain off” I didn’t like the interference

He pulled me near the window that had an access to the living area inside my house, at the far end of the sofa,my mom was wiping away her tears,I felt pain

“She does that every-time you cry, why don’t you understand that she can’t bear to see to wail like that, it hurts her, she is a mother, next time share it with her and cry in front of me if that is what makes you feel good’

His words jolted me out of my immature,selfish acts, I have never thought what my tears could actually do to a person, especially to my mom, that day I realized that one doesn’t need the years to have wisdom or be older to advice me

My respect for him grew and flourished , for I realized that I’m blessed with a best friend, my guide, my guardian all when I was born..Isn’t that called “Born lucky”…I wasn’t born with a silver spoon but with  a golden fate to have him as my brother, a beautiful,brave, strong, wise soul as a present for this life…Isn’t he indeed made of great to have the concern, care and love for me ,his older, supposedly wise sister….

I can’t help but ponder over the things that drive him, was it my mom?Was it my dad? Or somewhere was it even me?

But then maybe, it’s just him from inside, the goodness, the positivity that he spreads, the goodness that harvests his heart,maybe he is just born that way, as one in a gazzilion time …

At the same time he taught me along the way,as a teacher….

To think for someone else rather to think of oneself

To give your everything to the people who matter for people remember your deeds not the expensive gifts

To share ,I’m not very good at that!

Over the years he has become even more great in my eyes…And at the end of the day,I’m grateful to have him in my life.


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The Haircut Headlines:)

“Gross! Your tread of hair again,I don’t want my lunch” This is my brother yelling at me pointing out to the the long black hair in his rice, well now that is not something very good, right but then he doesn’t keep up to his words, he slowly scoops it out, keeps beside his plates and wait for me to retrieve it.

First of all I’m trying hard to learn cooking mustering all my skills buried in my genes.

Second of all I’m doing good at it,at-least it is edible,don’t worry it is not that bad either as my taste buds kinda have really high standards and hence only foods that pass the test go to the dining table.

Yes I admit the occurrence of al the disasters,with flamed seasoning,half-baked dosas,the continental chapathis,over-cooked rice,salty soup..yeah yeah my skills lagged behind in the dawn but then I’m not a born chef, no one is, right!I Did go through all these and family is well and healthy is that’s what is running in your minds!

But then when it comes to my tresses which is long, black, straight and not so soft and silky,definitely not the best combination ever but then it is specialized to screw me every single day.

Hence whenever my brother finds that long hair in his platter, he grimaces and scorn a lot, common guys are lucky not to have their hairs grown till their end of the spinal chords and they really never bother to cook unless they are all alone and the stomach demands for the survival.

So You know what I did?

I chopped them off,I had grown tired of my parents and all the relatives, near and far, kith and kin…All their concern of leaving my hairs long and do you know the reason!It is because on the day of my wedding I can really be proud of my beautifully braided hair, decked with decorations and flowers!

“like seriously?” All my life I never had a step cut, laser or the fringes(With All my life I mean from when I was 16)

Anyway I did get a decent cut that wouldn’t put them into a shock,well pixie cut was in my mind but literally you can’t do that to parents hence the front had a layered laser cut that fell on my cheeks in proportion giving my face a whole new look and the remaining bunch was scissored into a deep U!OH how much I wanted a pixie instead of this deliberate mix.

With a satisfied look, a smile broadened and swaying my hairs in the evening breeze I reached home, I just gave my dad an innocent look that spoke ” dad, That parlor lady messed my hairs, I said something and she did entirely different” He just nodded and went back to get addicted to the cell-phone!Damn I’m 22 and I don’t have a cell-phone .I live in a parallel world!

Oh back to my cut, I had grown to loving it for the initial weeks,it had increased my confidence or was it arrogance!

Anyway few days later I realized that the only hairstyle I could properly sport was of leaving my hairs, neatly curled at the ends and set every single time, otherwise,my not-so obedient hairs flew everywhere…whatever happened to the trending fashion of the french plaits sported in all the cornetto ads!

The easy bun wasn’t easy after-all, the messed up hair pricked my eyes,a pony was never so out of place and gypsy!

Now I kinda started to miss my long hairs, back to square one…not happy with the hairs that I have!

A hive-five to all the girls out there who loves every other hairstyles except yours!!

Until next post:)