SIGNATURE STANCE

I have been a vagabond at heart. A heart-felt smile in the fleeting moments, a transient pulse in the unexpected quests and a beating desire in the lazy long walks. I am not defined by an intense experience, hit rock bottom or a shady soul with a wrecked tale. I am never a known face, a name or an idea. I am the storyteller, the dreamer and the drifter. I am the throbbing moment. The thought and the sheer feel of the present. I am unquestionably a muddle of many firsts, floating in the depth of the surf, breathing heavily at the expanse of a mountain, lost on a trodden trail in the woods, laughing hysterically over a glass of wine and wondering amusingly midst a zillion shooting star.

Despite being in immense pain, the young mother still thought about her only child.   The depth of intimacy for her child was immense, unfathomed and ever so subtly conveyed that a mother's love is far greater  that anything in the universe. During the Japan Earthquake, the world sensed the strongest pull of humanity in a young mother who made shield of her body to protect her child amidst the disastrous collapsing. She left a note saying, “If you survive, you must remember that I Love you”. Her body was sputtering, rasping and pitch cold, but her ultimate sacrifice was the protective affection for her little one. It gets me thinking, of all the awful lot of drama, anxiety, anguish and contradictions for the several years. This small thought of appreciation is for you mother… my brilliant, remarkably independent, capable, fierce, gorgeous woman, whose greatest pride is in being my father's wife, and in being my mother. She is such a true character, in every sense of the w

I find myself penning this post somewhat surprisingly. Maybe because the pain is bigger than ever, May be you just have to drown in it. Something that is unspeakably horrific. The hate that was all powering in its passion. The all-consuming love of lives, a love that seems to have even transcended death. The emotions enticing in its slow dance into midnight. It was getting dark, shady and mournful. But she no longer lamented over the dusk. She was different. She believed in even the possibility of a happy ending. She was strong. Hopeful. Of goodness. Of selfless love. Of a new dawn. She was the radiant smile of joy, one that could have illuminated the sun and the more. She was the Phoenix.

I think it’s not about crossing milestones always, it’s more about the journey. It’s about taking a long deep breath. Sitting down on a bench in a quiet park, bathe in the moment before moving on. Like I always feel I am rushed into something. Almost always. My inner self doesn’t reach me. It seems faint, far and a little distant. I am completely ruled by my apprehensions. Such amazingly strong feelings. Its close proximity.

You know there is always this little scar inside all of us. You are sensible enough to realize it wouldn’t stop with that single scar, but still you crave to keep it. The tiny scar that ships your love. It isn’t weird that you would sound crazy about this. Like you only picture it when you think he should be the one who makes that one long divine kiss of yours true. How it feels to know you are in a crowd until he looks at you. How he moves you and never let you forget your curves, the way he touches you and kisses your fingertips. Alas to let every women in the universe know you are with him. And he is yours. I say it with such conviction because I have felt it, lived with the scar. And never in a billion of the past memories have I felt something like it. And I am way over thinking it. Do I deserve the pain? No. Would it break my heart? Yes. But I just got to do it. You ask me for a reason. There are not many. It is only because my heart chose you. And eventually it has to be you

The leftover bread pieces are seldom noticed, the way we stare down those little fragments in life. Maybe it’s time, which often is the obvious target of all loosened relations pulling the curtains. Draping the stage it creates a splendid sight, but tell me is that all? Can’t you best this spectacle with what’s hidden beneath? And those buried ones be the reminiscences. The glossy ones that went past with the closing of an eye lash, the puffed cheeks and the stained eyes that held the warmth of the gone by years. There is not much difference now, except for the fact that is the world that we live in now is all about expectations. And it was only lately that we got to know this. And ‘lately’ turned out to be pretty late as the curtains fell in haste. Had it been few months back, you could have spotted us in a corner reading a chick flick, poking each other’s nose, or munching our favourite delicacy hopeless and all alone in our dreamy world. Insanity was our signature, and we

There would come a time when every other thought, every other worry, all the questions, the rationality and the difference between right and wrong fades into the void.  When you would want to surrender your whole life to this one man and be his until forever. And you don't just bump into someone and immediately know he's right for you. But then it could be you standing in with all the majesty before him, most definitely looking ethereal for you know the pulse… you know it when your breath hitches on grasping that this man is the only one on the entire universe to look at you and claim what’s left of your heart. The butterflies that ramble in your gut as you walk down the aisle, the lilac dome that awaits your footsteps, zillion glances that pass by… Is this the beautiful story you breathed in silence all your life? Probably. The threads of the fictitious tales that we weave don’t bind us in, until they are shared, imagined and turn out to be the embellished beginnings o