“Do these flowers ever wonder that they would have never bloomed, if the leaves didn’t exist? Do these leaves remember that they are suspended by these branches? Are these branches grateful to their roots and these roots to their soil? Oh well they should thank me too, for watering them well and to some extent the sun too!” Reflecting over the little dialogue I just had in my head, I take a dramatic pause while watering the little potted plant.

Aren’t our lives just like this? I mean a particular thing would be a little untouched, the passing breeze a little heavier, some emotion a little unexplored, someone with a little less meaning to life, if it wasn’t for you. There’s a unique essence we all possess and keep adding to everything or everyone we meet! Maybe all that happened would still happen, but still so incomplete without you and the meaning you bought to it. There are so many people who mean the world to us, but we just forget to stop by and say it once.

“A sudden thought of you passed my mind, ‘coz I know it’s you and I Intertwined!”

Bike rides were your idea, singing out loud on them, mine. Late night movies were your plans, smuggling in alcohol mine. Going to work 9- 5, your ideal weekday plans, standing under your office building at 3 and asking you to ditch the boss, mine. Solving a problem together, your idea of a mature relationship, suddenly laughing and making fun of you, mine. You say spending quality time at home by cooking food together, I pour one bottle chilled water on you and say “Namak swad anusaar”. You would bow down and help me strap my heels, I am sorry you expected something cute but I made you wear them instead, and walk with me. You left your social accounts logged in, hoping I would spy and get jealous, I sent ‘I love you’ to ten other girls instead. I am a tornado, with a calm of my own, and you a settled but wrecked city I march towards. No! I am not here to destroy you further or change you, but just to be with you. Now your idea maybe to shelter me, but mine to leash you to my back and flow with all the power and might, I could ever possess.

“It’s difficult to leave and whine, ‘coz remember baby we are intertwined!”

The bindweed on my garden wall, is as beautiful as the interlocked twists of our soul. The scars it has left on my wall, the faint memories we will leave. You wouldn’t be you without me, nor would I be me without you. You and I; inter-mesh of the demon’s master creation and purity of heavenly hymns.

“It’s all the sanity undermined, ‘coz you know we are intertwined!”


(Pic: Self-made art- inspiration from pintrest pictures)



Letter from a woman hiding within


I may be someone who grew up playing football instead of the dollhouse. I may be someone who has a dozen guy best friends. I may be loud; I may use my own two hands and feet when I face a situation suitable for it. I will make my voice echo loud and clear when I know I am not wrong. I maybe someone who uses slang or someone with a dominant persona. I maybe someone who has grown up with elder brothers around and so behaves 90 %like a boy. I maybe someone who has had no sister around to suggest which shade of lipstick best suits which attire. I maybe someone who wears sports shoes because they are more comfortable. Someone with short hair or hair tied all up. Someone who doesn’t really like make up. I maybe fat, I maybe ultra thin. I may have pimples, dark patches or an uneven tone. These things often sum up the reasons for a girl to be usually ignored by boys.
A girl is someone who is fair with natural pink lips, perfectly sculpted body with the right cuts and curves, long smooth hair, tall and hazel eyes! Take a moment to think who gave us this definition? Why girls all over are classified on the way they look rather than so many other things that really make a woman. In Indian marriages we want a pretty bride, even if the groom is a downright frog. Can we for once in our life consider what a woman really is than how she appears to be and what society thinks she is supposed to do?
Can we try to view the beauty of her thoughts? Dust away all the doubts she has on her own capabilities. Help her fly, help her wings strengthen to pursue her own little ambitions. See her efforts and intentions to make a relation work, be it of a sister, daughter, wife or a friend alone. Can we try to make her feel comfortable in her own skin rather than force the looks that make her hide behind layers of make up to appear “acceptable”. Be very careful what you say to a woman, It might stay with her for a lifetime. Wipe off the stereotyped image of a woman completely submerged in household responsibilities. She can have her own job, she can work and work as hard as her male partner, pay the bills along with him, shoulder his responsibilities too. She can be as strong as her better half.
A woman today is nowhere around the ancient image of a woman draped in sari with a baby on the hip and busy blowing away her ambitions in flames of the stove. She is independent and beautiful in her own way. She is a woman, she has a mind of her own, feelings that need no approval and dreams that she can fulfill. She is pretty in a way only the right man will understand, she is pretty if you let her be!