Dear Girl, Wait for The One . . .

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Wait for the guy who will kiss your forehead and touches your face,
When he leans in for a kiss
Wait for the one who will recognise the fragrance of your shampooed hair,
And will notice when you try a different conditioner
Wait for the one who likes your natural fragrance more than,
Any perfume you can wear

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What it means to be a friend . . .

Have you ever had a friend you always admired ? I have had the privilege of knowing some such wonderful people who amaze me with their love and kindness.
Often, we put ourselves on the line for our best friends.
 
How rare it is to find someone who is just a ‘friend’; not they or you being their ‘best friend’ but they do something for you so special that it finds a forever unforgettable place in your heart. 

I studied in an all girls convent high school since my kindergarten right up to grade 12. So, technically I know Kay for over 20 years ! We became friends in grade 8. She was one of the sweetest, coolest and kindest person I knew. Someone I aspired to be like. Super creative, talented and so expressive. Till grade 10, our roll numbers in class were consecutive as we shared the same surname. She and I were partners in crime and I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said that we troubled all our high school teachers beyond possible limits. Post grade 10, she moved to science stream and changed schools. We kept in touch nonetheless.

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Mirror to my soul . . .

Trust the one who can see the sadness in your smile decoding happyness

All of us wear masks at one point in time or the other. Masks of being happy, being sane and normal, being ‘okay’ when we don’t exactly feel the same way within. There are very few people who can see our real selves just by looking into our eyes or from the sound of our ‘hello’. These are the people we needn’t pretend to. With whom we can shed our inhibitions and laugh till our tummy hurts or weep till the sunlight hurts our eyes. They are the mirror to our souls. They show us the turmoil and chaos within us, when at times we lie to our own selves. They are the people who love us unconditionally and understand us more than we do understand ourself at times. Their mere presence is a soothing ointment to our distressed soul.

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Gratitude Fills My Heart

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21st Sept is celebrated as “World Gratitude Day”. Unfortunately, I got to know about the same, just today. But, regret not ! It is always better to be late, than never. Let us celebrate this wonderful week as “Gratitude Week”, thanking the people who fill colours in the rainbow of our lives and bring light and love to our being.

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Reflection of My Soul : Unplugged

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As I wrote this quote last evening, my eyes were welled with unshed tears. Though I love quotes a lot, I never thought that something would ever, move me so deeply; that I’d write one myself one day. Perhaps, that’s the beauty of life. It presents you with bounteous surprises.

The things that stuck me to the core yesterday were :

1. It happens for a reason

2. Far or near, everyone you meet, becomes a part of you in some ways.

Let me share how these two things are beautifully intertwined. My friend Donna shared a post of a 1000 piece puzzle. It amazed me entirely as to how can a human mind solve such a massive and complex puzzle with such intricacies. Till date I had this question looming over my mind. (This bit of information might appear something out of the blue right now, but read till the very end)

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There’s a Chef I Know

There’s a chef I know,
Whose food is so sumptuous..
Not a single penny she charges me,
Even my friends are always welcome..
5 am in the morning or 11 pm at midnight,
She’d never be grumpy to serve delicious hot meals..

There’s a chef I know,
Her secret ingredient is love..
The aroma of her food,
Lingers till my terrace..
The tasty morsels she cooks,
Leaves us licking our fingers..
Every single day, she presents,
A menu of cuisines so extensive..

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