Sometimes
A smile, a dimple
And an eye crinkle
are all it takes to sway a girl's heart
:P
Random Confession 1
Monday, January 28, 2013
If you leave me now
I'll lose my way
If you disappear
I won't know why I'm here
So just stay
On this path you lay
I'll trail behind
Till another road I find
Can you...
Miss someone you've never met?
Feel like you know a person you've never once spoken to?
Just Asking...
Friday, January 25, 2013
This post is not about my little finger.
It is about my pointy finger.
(It is still little, when compared to me on the whole, so you see...)
Yesterday, I was doing something silly, and hurt my pointy finger. The one on my right hand. And right at the second joint, so I can't even bend it. It's pretty much a useless thing at the moment.
What I realized over the past day with my hurt pointy finger is ... are 3 different things.
1. How much I miss it
2. How easily it is replaceable
3. When it is not being useful, it is just getting in the way, hurting and making things uncomfortable.
I wanted to keep this only my little pointy finger ... but I have to pull out the metaphor.
A friend of mine recently had to stop being friends with another good friend of hers. Though she has unfortunately been unable to cover point 2, it's still the same feeling.
When something important to us, goes to a point where we can no longer treat it the same way, everything changes. It is difficult to work around it, but we eventually get used to it. To the point that we may even eventually wonder how it even felt to have it around in the first place.
It's been more than 5 whole years since my mom was around. I don't even think about her all the time any more. Last Christmas, when we went to our home town, we even forgot to visit her. We realized on the last day when it was too late. I felt a pang, but it wasn't that deep or strong.
I still do miss her. I still always wonder 'what if'. But I've learnt to live without her. I never thought I would, but here I am. I am probably refuting many of my own statements/ claims from yesteryear. Yet, it happened. My mum would have wanted me to keep going on. Have other big problems, react to them normally. Feel. I do all that now. I still have to figure out who I want to be, and keep a promise. But I guess it is time for me to do it on my own this time. No excuses. :)
I just have a tiny teensy scrape on my finger. It'll be fine in a week max. I will even forget this time, when I have to remember to keep my pointy finger straight and away from things that'll hurt it more. My middle finger will then stop handling the issues it has now taken over, and go back to being the second/ third in the importance hierarchy.
I won't have to miss it, it will be useful. It won't be getting in the way and I will once again believe that it is irreplaceable :)
Maybe, if this leaves a scar, I shall notice it on some random moment and laugh to myself about what I thought now.
The point of this post?
Just my little pointy finger ;)
It is about my pointy finger.
(It is still little, when compared to me on the whole, so you see...)
Yesterday, I was doing something silly, and hurt my pointy finger. The one on my right hand. And right at the second joint, so I can't even bend it. It's pretty much a useless thing at the moment.
What I realized over the past day with my hurt pointy finger is ... are 3 different things.
1. How much I miss it
2. How easily it is replaceable
3. When it is not being useful, it is just getting in the way, hurting and making things uncomfortable.
I wanted to keep this only my little pointy finger ... but I have to pull out the metaphor.
A friend of mine recently had to stop being friends with another good friend of hers. Though she has unfortunately been unable to cover point 2, it's still the same feeling.
When something important to us, goes to a point where we can no longer treat it the same way, everything changes. It is difficult to work around it, but we eventually get used to it. To the point that we may even eventually wonder how it even felt to have it around in the first place.
It's been more than 5 whole years since my mom was around. I don't even think about her all the time any more. Last Christmas, when we went to our home town, we even forgot to visit her. We realized on the last day when it was too late. I felt a pang, but it wasn't that deep or strong.
I still do miss her. I still always wonder 'what if'. But I've learnt to live without her. I never thought I would, but here I am. I am probably refuting many of my own statements/ claims from yesteryear. Yet, it happened. My mum would have wanted me to keep going on. Have other big problems, react to them normally. Feel. I do all that now. I still have to figure out who I want to be, and keep a promise. But I guess it is time for me to do it on my own this time. No excuses. :)
I just have a tiny teensy scrape on my finger. It'll be fine in a week max. I will even forget this time, when I have to remember to keep my pointy finger straight and away from things that'll hurt it more. My middle finger will then stop handling the issues it has now taken over, and go back to being the second/ third in the importance hierarchy.
I won't have to miss it, it will be useful. It won't be getting in the way and I will once again believe that it is irreplaceable :)
Maybe, if this leaves a scar, I shall notice it on some random moment and laugh to myself about what I thought now.
The point of this post?
Just my little pointy finger ;)
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
If you'd look back
I'd be yours in a heartbeat
You're not stopping
To come get me
Or to
Set me free
Its broken
The pieces near my feet
They're now in the trash can
I picked them
One by broken bleeding one
A heartbeat
They were broken
Within a heart beat
We once sat
Together on a love seat
I now stand
Alone
Under the rain clouds
What hurts me
Is that I let you go
I sent you far
I tore us apart
Yet
Here I stand
In the dark night
Without a heartbeat
That heartbeat
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
"Ugh.I had that nightmare again last night" Hema told her best friend Tanya, as they walked to class that day.
"The one where you're super woman, with a sexy short sleeved outfit, and you suddenly realize you feel the wind flowing through your arm hair?" Tanya asked as she laughed
"Yes! I only wish I had done my hair removal at least in the dream!" Hema exclaimed, "I was superwoman after all. Superwoman is pain resistant right?" she asked doubtfully.
"I'm sure she is. But seriously, for how long are you going to keep wearing full sleeves just to cover up your hairy arms?"
"But waxing hurts! So bad... that one time..." she shuddered as though it had happened seconds before, rather than years ago.
"You can't avoid it forever!"
"I want to! Is there no other easy way? Like a pill maybe?"
"Actually...there is!" Tanya said, suddenly stopping in her tracks. "I can't believe I didn't think of it before!"
"What what what what?" Hema asked excitedly
"Use a razor!"
"But those are for men!"
"Not any more, there are specially designed razors for women now. Your skin will be smooth as skin, just like it's waxed. And the best part: You can do it at home, with absolutely no pain!"
"Whoa! Seriously?! Awesome"
-
3 months later, at a Halloween party.
-
"A super woman costume? C'mon!" Tanya teased, refering to Hema's custom made Super Woman costume with cap sleeves.
"What better way to celebrate! Now that I really feel empowered" Hema grinned, showing off her utterly hairless smooth arms.
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"The one where you're super woman, with a sexy short sleeved outfit, and you suddenly realize you feel the wind flowing through your arm hair?" Tanya asked as she laughed
"Yes! I only wish I had done my hair removal at least in the dream!" Hema exclaimed, "I was superwoman after all. Superwoman is pain resistant right?" she asked doubtfully.
"I'm sure she is. But seriously, for how long are you going to keep wearing full sleeves just to cover up your hairy arms?"
"But waxing hurts! So bad... that one time..." she shuddered as though it had happened seconds before, rather than years ago.
"You can't avoid it forever!"
"I want to! Is there no other easy way? Like a pill maybe?"
"Actually...there is!" Tanya said, suddenly stopping in her tracks. "I can't believe I didn't think of it before!"
"What what what what?" Hema asked excitedly
"Use a razor!"
"But those are for men!"
"Not any more, there are specially designed razors for women now. Your skin will be smooth as skin, just like it's waxed. And the best part: You can do it at home, with absolutely no pain!"
"Whoa! Seriously?! Awesome"
-
3 months later, at a Halloween party.
-
"A super woman costume? C'mon!" Tanya teased, refering to Hema's custom made Super Woman costume with cap sleeves.
"What better way to celebrate! Now that I really feel empowered" Hema grinned, showing off her utterly hairless smooth arms.
This post is a part of the Gillette Satin Care contest in association with BlogAdda.com
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