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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Cookie Monster

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I am in love. He has given me reason to live. . He gives me a reason to get up every morning and a reason to smile throughout my day. Yes I’m in love all over again – With him – the cookie in my jar.

Lately I have been obsessed with cookies. A cookie while watching the TV, another while I read blog posts, and yet another in-between house hold chores..and so on and so forth. It has come to such a state where my family has started having serious discussions whether my name should officially be changed to Cookie Monster.

I don't know what it is about cookies, but I am literally in love with them ! Homemade cookies are life. Especially when they are still fresh and warm from the oven..
White chocolate macadamia nut cookies, peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies, jam thumbprint cookies, sugar cookies, mint chocolate chip cookies, coconut cookies...

I'm so in love with cookies that I honestly believe I'll die with a cookie in my mouth some day. I love all types of cookies except Oreos. I simply hate Oreos !!
What are your favorite cookies ?

Monday, July 21, 2014

The Smell Of Hope

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Sometimes when it rains
I just feel so safe
The world a see through veil
Of quiet - Erik Hassle

It has been raining in Pune for the past one week. An on and off drizzle that has washed off the city, leaving it clean, refreshed and green. I love the feel of rain on my skin, making me feel strangely alive. The sound of the raindrops drowning out the voices in my head, clearing the chaos of everyday thoughts, leaving me feeling calm and peaceful. 

Everything feels clean and new, the air smells of hope.
An awesome video to define what I feel :)

Monday, July 07, 2014

Airports And Railway Stations

I love airports and railways stations. I know it may sound weird to most people but I do love these places. I love the smell, the noise and the whole atmosphere. I love seeing the people rushing around tugging their luggage, while others browse books at book-stands or buy food and drinks.

Airports and railway stations are places that echo with memories. Memories of tearful goodbyes and happy reunions.

I love watching people there. I watch those who are leaving for vacations and I see the excitement, the anticipation, and the thrill of adventure on their face.  I look at those who have come back from some other place bringing back memories - some good ones, some not so good. I love witnessing the joyful reunions of family members or friends - the husband returning home to his wife, the joy of a grandparent hugging the grandchild, or friends connecting again after a long time.

Yes, I get to see the separations too - the worried parents sending their children away to study or get jobs, the wives waving goodbye to husbands with tears in their eyes, the parents who watch their daughters, who after marriage leave with their husbands.

Yes, I love watching people. I'm deeply intrigued by them. I love trying to guess what brought them to the same place in life that I am, who they are, what the rest of their life is like, etc. I like trying to pick up on clues to this in the way they dress, the way they talk, the things they have with them, bits of conversations I overhear, etc.

I feel one can learn so much at airports and railway stations about someone without even speaking a word to them. There is so much you can feel and learn from just being there, en route to your next destination.

Wednesday, July 02, 2014

अलाव (Alaaw)

I am a big fan of Gulzar Sahab - a poet par excellence. Every-time I listen to him recite his poems I get so mesmerized by his voice.He is a magician of words. His soul stirring poetry never fails to evoke unknown dormant sentiments..

रात भर सर्द हवा चलती रही
रात भर हमने अलाव तापा
मैंने माज़ी से कई खुश्क सी शाखें काटी
तुमने भी गुज़रे हुए लम्हों के पत्ते तोड़े
मैंने जेबों से निकाली सभी सूखी नज़्में
तुमने भी हाथों से मुरझाए हुए खत खोले
अपनी इन आँखों से मैंने कई मांझे तोड़े
और हाथों से कई बासी लकीरें फेंकी
तुमने पलकों पे नमी सूख गयी थी सो गिरा दी
रात भर जो भी मिला उगते बदन पर हमको
काट कर डाल दिया जलते अलावों में  उसे 
रात भर फूकों से हर लौ को जगाये रखा
और दो जिस्मों के ईंधन को जलाये रखा 
रात भर बुझते हुए रिश्तों को तापा हमने.....