On the edge of happiness...

Yes! That’s what it is. My relationship with two people in the world who I can always take for granted, who will never say no. Who complained when I was a lazy bum, and now complains when I am not. Parents! People I fight with at regular intervals, shout at for no reason at all (okay, my mood swing  is the culprit), disobey only to obey later, pout at to get things done my way…love, hate, argue, threaten…and love more. Having tasted life in a different city for quite some time now, I start feeling a little uncomfortable when asked to spend more than a certain period of time at home. Two weeks is my limit, after which I start feeling restless. The taste of independence did that to me. ‘I like living alone’ is what I have to say to the many relocation offers. My assumed responsibility lies in visiting home once every two/ three months, daily hour-long calls, and other such small things. Thinking my parents feel proud as neighbors say I have grown up to be a responsible daughter. Wh

Another night sky turning gray…another day to begin with! I remember where my dawn-ish hatred came from. Someone I once loved told me day-break scared him because all your smiles become yesterdays. And you don’t know what tomorrow would hold. As I moved on, the reason remained. The hatred vanished. He vanished, the memories remained.  Another dawn to smile at…another weekend to look forward to! I remember where my morning freshness came from. Someone I love told me to close my eyes and feel the freshness in the cool morning breeze. Every time I think of hating dawn. As I inhale, the fragrance lingers. Of what is, and what might have been. And of smiles! Another movie watched. Which made me wonder…why do we think of only one kind of love? Domestic love, where we dream of sharing a home…a bed. And children. There is another kind of love. Perhaps the one we don’t realize often. Love without expectation, a love that frees you. People love you in their own way. At times, maybe they do no

At moments, I miss you. Moments when I talk to my mom about stupid non-happenings, and she suddenly asks about you. Moments when I am happy for nothing, or want to go binge drinking because am bored. Moments when I work out at the gym and have ice-cream pangs, or want a city ride at three in the morning to fly in the air. But then I know, you would laugh it off as my childishness, and give me a ‘grow up honey’ kiss. The kiss would remain, and I would touch my cheek every once in a while for nothing. And at other times, I do miss you. Times when I am in a mood not to talk to anybody, do nothing, be no one.  Times when I get tired being a daughter, sister, friend, listener, even lover. Times when I wish invention should be such that my phone should be switched off for the whole world but you. But then I know you wouldn’t call. You would mistake my silence as my need to stay alone and leave me with a warm hug. The warmth would linger, long after you leave. Just like your smell. And on

How many times have you overheard your boy friend cribbing about girls, and giving you a “you caught me on the wrong side baby, that wasn’t for you darling” smile when he realized you overhearing? I often think – is there something girls can do to make them not complain? Or at least see them really happy being in a relationship (like most girls are. No matter how much they fight, you will see a girl flaunting ‘he did this for me’ often)? So, here goes some quirky observations that I thought might help girls be better friends (before being girl friend): 1.        Give space: This is the thumb rule. Ask him for time, but don’t be demanding. Don’t expect him to be yours 24x7. Remember, he also has a life of his own. He needs his own space to think and do ‘nothing’, just as you need. 2.        Freedom: Don’t chain him. It’s important to realize that he needs his gang to chill out. Remember, ‘missed you so much baby’ can’t make a guy unwind as much a