Let Me

Let me not have the pettiness of a spoilt child
Let me instead keep the amazed wonder that children have for all things

Let me not harbour ill thoughts about others
Let me instead keep them in prayer and kind thought

Let me not focus on the unseen distance
Let me instead notice the unnoticed

Let me not pick on the speck in others' eyes
Let me instead remove the log in mine

Let me not dwell on the harsh realities of the world
Let me instead rejoice in the promise that a new day brings

Let me not forget to remember
Let me instead keep all memories good and bad in the reservoir of secrets .......

Favourite Bible passage .. Matthew 6 : 1-24 

I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner, 

I believe in kissing, kissing a lot, 

I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong, 

I believe that happiest girls are the prettiest girls, 

I believe that tomorrow is another day and 

I believe in miracles

-Audrey Hepburn

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Platonic

Now, this is going to come out sounding really weird, but right now I'm really just looking for a platonic relationship. Someone to just be there. No intentions, no expectations. Just someone who's there. Damn, maybe I need a shrink. 

I can't be the source of happiness all the time. I'm trying, I really am. It just gets really tiring. 

Eggs over easy

Sometimes when things boil over, taking a back seat and listening to something with a really good tune and  rocket lyrics makes it all better again ..

I know I've been neglecting this space for a while now, and most of you probably think I've dropped off the blogosphere, but bear with me, and I'll try to get back asap :)

I Vow

If I ever end up tying the knot, this would be in the vows : 

" Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend - Camus " 

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Missing that one person

I've been missing someone pretty badly the past few weeks.
It is indeed possible to feel totally alone in a crowd of friendly faces.

Oh, if only I had the power to fast forward time ....
When did I ever become so needy ??

Barbaric

Only 14, Bangledashi girl charged with adultery was lashed to death 

Whilst I sit at my desk reading the morning's news, it's so easy to forget that in other parts of the world, people are going through strifes and tribulations that I cannot even begin to imagine. I admit to being spoilt terribly by peace in my home, and to have led a life filled with the love of people to whom I'm precious. 

This particular article makes my heart bleed so. There is no word to express the anger and indignation that's bubbling through the surface right now. Casting religion aside, what animal would ever touch a child ??? What more whip her to death ? It goes against every single grain of humanity. In cases like these, what happens to the guilty male ? He just runs off and escapes ? So somehow, he spreads wings and outruns an ENTIRE village of strong, healthy men.

The entire thing is so convoluted it makes one sick. Men preying on children. A whole committee of mush-brains meting out sadistic sentences. Helpless families at the mercy of laws that do not exist. Children who have no voices. The saddest part of it all is that Hena is only one of the many out there. There are many others who live lives haunted by the dark shadow of trauma, or who never live to tell their tale. Women who are so battered and bruised under the dominion of barbaric men, that they walk around as empty shells. 

Somewhere out there, a nameless face in the crowd longs for justice. 

Somewhere out there, a young girl thirsts for the chance at an education.

Somewhere out there, an orphaned child wonders what it feels like to be tucked in at night.

Somewhere out there, a child's protest is silenced by the stroke of a belt dealt by his intoxicated father. 

And all I manage to do is sit here, in my sheltered, cloistered life feeling half empty. Makes one ponder about priorities doesn't it ?

Imprinting memories

If I could revisit that place of spell-binding enchantment, I would photograph again every little detail and store them in the secret vault of memories ... 

The pretty colours of joy

The melancholic shades of the past 

Hues of emotion 

The delicious flavour of excitement 

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page - St. Augustine

Waiting on fairy tales

I'm the girl 

Who smiles when she's unsure 

Laughs when she's afraid

Who waits on fairytales 

but slays her own dragons

Perhaps one day I'll find my own 

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I miss ..

The crispy pages of a well read book,
The thrill of flipping pages after pages chasing after intriguing plots ...
The time to do nothing but indulge in fantasy lands and imaginary worlds ...
The hunt for a sneaky culprit nestled within the pages of a mystery novel ..
The strive and frustration of heros and heroines ...
The anticipation of opening a new book and
The sad farewell to well acquainted characters ...

Reading , oh joy !