MellowDrama

i am loving it. it is totally mindless. can do with flickering attention. u can close your eyes and wouldnt have missed a thing. but the romance that is oozing out of the screen and the coy girl that rakhi plays...hats off. i mean i would nt have attributed grace to ms sawant but she has been graceful. i tink that all think that she doesn't have brains of her own but she can come up with some nice snubby comments for her 'hone wale pati' log. many ppl think it is stage managed but are at the same time wondering whom will she wed. i place my bet on elesh.

i am missing having a friend near by. the need to confide, to gossip, exchange woes, talk about infatuations and crushes, have someone to tell me things will get better. suggest ways and options. show me the path. share notes on books, the music. review the films. i think all the friends that last out after times of seperation are the friends that we need imminently in our lives. tenz is the fone a friend. we haven't seen each other since past 3 years or so and we rarely call but once we do and start talking about recently read books, new people in our lives- it is difficult to end the conversation. loveleen is the soup friend. she is warm and heals. harish is my all weather friend. he listens without interrupting to all my gharelu chik chik. he has never shied from pulling me up when i have been in doldrums. he is the friend whose presence is uplifting. There is a shield friend. the one who saves you from your own self via empathising and not sympathising. he doesn

a friend says that i am degenerating because i have stopped to write.I have always known, somehow, that i have to write. it is an essential need but i did not know how it was essential until he said to me that i should not stop to write and articulate. when he said this then i realised what my writing did for me. it helped me articulate my being. it helped me understand my self. i wrote diaries and kept journals not because i needed to recird the events of my life but because it made me get in touch with myself. the thing wise people say to look inside yourself- writing did that for me. then one day i lost myself trying to love another person. it was as if i wnated to blend in to this man so that there could not be two of us but just him. sounds very romantic and all but there was no such intent. it so happened because of the person i am. i tend to love whole heartedly. i get so influenced that i begin to speak the aame language as my love interest and forget myself, my family so very

You know it when the air in the rooms has a warmth to it. The light is just a shade mellower for you soul to feel comfortable in. The music that drifts around is of the song that plays in your head and heart. The comfort is not in the depth of the mattresses or the breadth of the sofa but an embrace. The high ceiling does not bar your ambition Instead that is where you hang your dreams to be picked and worked upon the next morn. The ordinary is my routine yet I find a newness to it Every time I walk back from the world in to my home

i need to bring so many changes about myself. i keep making mental notes of tings to do and keep forgetting them. i must start my day with prayers and meditation. i must drive else i wil forget. i must wear those lenses. i must sit down with myself. i must seek help to heal and give myself a new coat of paint. i mustlearn to control my temper and tongue and facial expressions. i must plaster a smile on to my face for ever. i must not raise my voice with chunnu.