On the edge of happiness...

Last few days have been strange! Weird realizations, weirder thoughts…and the weirdest part is, the more complicated I foresee things, the more I smile. The more I realize no matter how much ever we want to hold on to certain things, we have to wait to see if we can…the more I resign to future. Thought # 1 Mom used to tell me that as I grow up, I would miss my childhood... my school... my friends. For a long time, I believed I do.  I believed I miss the innocence, the fun of being together, copying homework assignments. But now as we sit 100 miles apart, planning a vacation over text, I realize I don’t miss it as much as I believed. I could never imagine planning a vacation then. Now, I know holidaying can be crazy fun (we choose to ignore societal warnings of ‘cut down friends and get married’). Yes, I do miss my innocence, but aren’t we bound to pay a price for everything in life? Which makes me think, have I sold off my innocence for maturity? Or am I trying to buy i

Thanks to a friend for sharing this. Have been wanting to pen down these thoughts for quite sometime, but lazy that I am...when somebody already have, thought it's better to share :-) Happy Reading!!  Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they turn yellow. She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a pick at her

One fine day when I was so bored that I decided to write this stupid note on Facebook. those "you have been tagged, now write..." kind of notes that usually circulates... Today, when am again bored, re-read the note and liked it. Hence the re-post!!! LAST: 1. Last beverage = Vodka. Imagined! Tea for real! 2. Last phone call = Not answered :( 3. Last text message = Dad   4. Last song you listened = Mora Saiyaan – Fuzon! 5. Last time you cried = What makes you think I would tell you that? HAVE YOU EVER: 6. Dated someone twice = Hell yes!!   7. Been cheated on = Umm…that’s immaterial! 8. Kissed someone & regretted it = Never! 9. Lost someone special = Define special first! 10. Been depressed = That’s another me! Another time. 11. Been drunk and threw up = Once. LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: 12. Blue 13. White 14. Keep this as variable! LAST YEAR (2010) HAVE YOU:  15. Made new friends = Yup, I make that every day! Well…almost. 16. Fallen out of love

Have it ever been such You stopped strolling in the middle of nowhere And in the midst of many unknown eyes, Found a pair of eyes so known? The eyes then haunted you for days You tried running away from it, but in vain… Today, I met those eyes again. It asked: How have you been? I just smiled… Not me…my eyes did! 

On some nights I just have myself for company. Nights when I am too numb to feel anything, even love! Or care. An unexplainable feeling, not of sadness or loneliness... but of plunging deep! A strange feeling of being nobody! A night when all I want is to end a story that never started. When all I have to give is a fossiled me! When I drift away to a wonderland that never existed. Such nights are few and far between, but they do come. At regular intervals! Till the Cheshire cat asks me which road to take? And I am clueless. All roads lead me away from my wonderland. All roads make me realize I have become an expert in faking smile…and even happiness. Nights when I feel I have no love left to love. No dreams left to be wilted. Will you love me on such a night? Will you still hold me tight as I reconsider being yours? You might. You might not. But I love myself the most on such nights.