My White Window

Meaningless? How long?

2012-01-24T23:57:00.000+05:30

~The pieces of life between two Konkans.~

Bicycle Stories. ~incomplete

2011-12-30T12:22:00.000+05:30

And there goes the road to my school With memories planted on each side Blooming with delight And swaying with pride. Barefooted I walk over the lone road And try to match the size of my foot With the ones- imprinted long back. Impressions. Some of them refuse to fade. There was a dream of dreams A one of a kind. Fonder. Special. Closest. But some dreams turn to memories Roll in

Tujhse hi ruthana re, tujhe hi manaana, tera mera naata koi duja na jaana

2011-12-28T02:55:00.002+05:30

কেটেছে একেলা বিরহের বেলা আকাশকুসুমচয়নে। সব পথ এসে মিলে গেল শেষে তোমার দুখানি নয়নে॥ Well, it’s been ages since I last indulged myself in the pleasures of buying books. Many an unfinished novel lies across my unkempt and almost broken table. Some with a dog ear and some with bookmarks slashed in, are patiently waiting for their turn to be labelled as ‘finished reading’. Every night when I perch

दिल्ली

2011-09-02T01:19:00.001+05:30

इस शहर में वो बात कहा जो मेरे अपने शहर की थी. जहा हर धूप की छाओं में मैने सपने सेंकी थी. यहा दीवारो से साये भी अब सिल सी गयी है. उम्मिदो से हिम्मत की परत न जाने कब...छिल सी गयी है. शाखो पर जो ये बूंदे पड़ी है कुछ- वो आईना दिखती है. गहराई में जो झाँको कभी वो अंतरमन हिलती है. क्या इन गलियो को तुमने- छु कर देखा है कभी? धूल की चादर को यूही बदन पे- तुमने ओढ़ा है कभी?

ॐ गं गणपतये नमः

2011-06-10T02:34:00.001+05:30

Thank you Lord. Because of you, today I am at peace with myself. Only few more miles...haina? :)

Blue.

2011-05-26T04:09:00.001+05:30

For some ‘blue’ is just a color and for some it is symbolic of the sorrows inside their heart. To me blue represents the entirety of my heart and soul. For my heart and soul together are nothing less than this cosmos. Over this color blue, my dreams are the studded stars and they shine in their own light. When life is basking in the glory of sunshine, the clear blue sky is my

In conversation with my God.

2011-05-25T01:49:00.005+05:30

I know you are listening. And my prayers would be answered soon. Aren't they under process? Yes they are.So, take your own sweet time and know that I am so not gonna break in to pieces and fall apart.

A Letter to God.

2011-05-03T00:16:00.000+05:30

Dear God, As I grow in life may I learn the wisdom to see people as they are, not as they appear. I wish I was not so ignorant of the true shades of human nature. I wish I was not a fool to trust people just like that. Someone close once told me a sensitive girl can seldom succeed. And it seems to be so so so true. Yours Truly MystiquePree

♥ Life is not tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.♥

2011-04-07T00:57:00.009+05:30

No I am not copy-pasting it. Re-reading it countless times , I am typing all the 50 points so that they seep in me. Thank you Regina Brett for your 50 Life Lessons. ♥ Life isn't fair but it's still good. ♥ When in doubt, just take the next small step. ♥ Life is too short to waste time in hating anyone. ♥ Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does. ♥ Your job won't take care of you

2011-03-28T00:28:00.004+05:30

Iss mod se jate hai Kuch sust kadam raste Kuch tez kadam raahein… This beautiful song kind of haunts me. The feeling glides all over me, softly piercing my heart. Still the song continues in a loop. And with every beat my heart churns some more. All I can feel is a pain. A pain whose story has got no beginning or any end. And I cry a tearless bucket. I am standing at a threshold and few steps

Wishes are not horses.

2011-03-14T00:55:00.006+05:30

Some nights all I have got is your outline. I trace your eyes, your cheeks but my fingers refuse to move past your lips. Have I ever told you how much my fingers love to glide through your hair? How I feel like pushing those layers over your forehead aside? And then to kiss on your empty forehead? The touch of those silken textures feels like a much-loved dream. If only photographs could

Memoirs of Another Kind.

2011-03-11T14:55:00.001+05:30

At the temple, there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read Loss, only feel it. ~*~The heart dies, a slow death,shedding each hope like leaves...... until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes like deep water.It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for Geisha

A Day in the Life of India.

2011-03-09T17:07:00.005+05:30

Even the doctors come next to God but one thing that’s equivalent to almighty is Food. And it is worshiped since time immemorial. Like many others I was taught never to touch Food, Money and Books/pens/pencils ever with feet because they deserve the highest levels of respect. Money and knowledge in turn helps to satiate one’s need for food. Animals other than humans have different strategies for

Facing Bullets.

2011-02-19T01:47:00.006+05:30

~Julie is back from the MCD hospital after her sterilization is being done. All safe and in good health.~ At Home: Fresh Mustard Flowers. Nothing can beat the bliss of being at home on a sick-leave this Friday considering the fact that Sat/ Sun are fixed OFFs :P Today's Dinner delight: Sorsho phool banta aar gorom bhaat, prepared by Moi. You don't have to agree but I know I am awesome Either

Let me ♥pin♥ us together.

2011-02-14T17:16:00.002+05:30

When I was a child, I had this strange admiration towards this simple device called stapler. And the admiration still continues. Like before, it still leaves me stupefied. And so as the Wiki goes, “A stapler is a mechanical device that joins sheets of paper or similar material by driving a thin metal staple through the sheets and folding the ends.” A simple machine. That’s what a stapler is.

On a Slate. ~ My story on Nirasha

2011-02-13T01:22:00.006+05:30

Hope. That’s what we girls are. We are the li’l angels of hope and harbingers of happiness and prosperity. And that’s why many of us are named Asha. I know families who celebrate the homecoming of their ‘bundle of joy’ and I have come across such families too who sink themselves in the river of despair. Dear Readers, Would you mind if I ask you: What’s your definition of girl/daughter?

On a Slate.

2011-02-09T13:06:00.001+05:30

'Nirasha' Ok! So for those who don’t know the meaning of the word imprinted above, it means: • Hopelessness • Gloom • Disappointment • Despair • Frustration • Let-down • Despondency • Dismay • Discouragement • Melancholy To all those lovely people reading this blog, Can you share one such instance when you were hit by it the most? What did you do to overcome it? Do you know any fighter who

2011-02-08T12:50:00.003+05:30

♥ Paper boats float in my heart. ♥

A Foodie Introspection~

2011-02-04T14:15:00.018+05:30

♥ I have an answer now… Yes I love Leonardo Di Caprio. :D♥ The power of my taste buds have enhanced dramatically. Wow! They now like eggs.♥ Butter. Butter. Butter.♥ I love the flavors of coriander leaves and lemon.♥ My love for ketchup is back : D♥ Maggie. I don’t think I can live without you. Sorry I tried to.♥ I still end up ordering butter chicken.♥ Pizza! Trust me you taste good but sorry I

Prayer~

2011-02-01T00:37:00.003+05:30

♥ God! give me the willpower to rise above the ordinary. ♥

In Romance with your Love

2011-01-25T00:06:00.003+05:30

What I fear the most is this dead air in between us. I tremor; even at the slightest possibility of it taking shape. My inability to fill this gap even with my heaves and sighs leaves me with an unquenchable blend of confusion and discomfort. What follows is an unceremonious celebration of twinge in the heart. At that very moment when my heart trembles like it’s going to fall apart into

This Christmas I realized

2010-12-27T21:22:00.003+05:30

♥ IamAdmired.IamAdored.IamLoved.IamBlessed ♥

2010-12-23T00:12:00.001+05:30

♥ I got Wings. I got a Halo ♥

Uddam Unmadon'ra... Bhalo Theko!

2010-12-03T15:15:00.005+05:30

1.Mutinous meMystique landInbetweenMagical bridge.2.Dancing, swayingJumping highSoul follows aTimeless travel.3.Moments FusedFeelings MusedClosed eyesI,lost in wild.4.Wilderness of peacePeaceful reachReaching highwayIn the middle of night.5.Entwined soulsTangled twineIn blissful pain, bornsA virgin poetry.~Unbounded frenzies.... Stay Good!~***Photograph used is the original work of the Blog

~Don't threaten me with Love, baby. Let's just go walking in the Rain.~

2010-11-23T23:10:00.008+05:30

There is something about rain you know. Something so inexpressible. How come these li’l rain drops when they fall on my window glass leave behind a trail of different stories to linger on for time unknown? Each it's own. Told and untold. Subsequently they join and unjoin and at last fall down forming a pool of some mysterious saga waiting to be unearthed. Pressing my warm body deep against this