To the girl, who smiled through all the odds, who had my respect from day one, who had my love as I came to know her. This was the only thing I could consider giving her as a memoir, because I knew, Art, she would keep it close to her heart, it was like her breath. And I gave her something that she asked of me, something of mine, which I believed she needed more. I pray that it guides you and show you the light in the darkest of times.

Black. Blue. Green.
Black is you. Your underlying soul. Solid and strong. Not the usual vulnerable and depressive, solid and strong.

Blue is your love. The glittering waters and the crashing waves have your attention, every single time. They listened to you all the while. They hugged you when you seeked.

Green is your future. Peace and prosper. Nature and the wild. Just like your untamed heart, hair and height. May you scale more.

Believe girl, in you. Because you are the music that’s too good for some, but right in for you. Because you are the breath, who is free and strong enough to show the world, what you are made of. Because you are one, when set on, can conquer the world.

Let it all go.
Live. Love.


A Jar full of Surprises

Courtesy : Google
Courtesy : Google

Have you ever felt that superbly awesome feeling of contentment that engulfs your heart when you see them smile because you told them, they were special?

Its wonderful. Wonderful. Just content and wonderful.

It brings along a peace. A happiness. You feel like you have conquered everything just because they feel happy. Just because you are the reason behind their smile. Its a sight for the sore eyes. A sight that would leave impressions in your being. And a sight that would never fade away, because they have turned into beautiful memories.

Who doesnt love surprises? Especially those which make you immensely happy. That feeling when you see something that you never expected, from someone you love. It makes you feel special. Makes you feel loved. Makes you feel like you are on cloud nine. Drifting away to a land of happiness.

I love giving surprises. Those are the only ways I can let people know how much they mean to me. I love it when I make people smile. I love it when they look at me with those eyes, which tells you how much happy you have made them. The love, the cheerfulness and the happiness. All the more, the smile. That pure and unadulterated one. Those are the moments to be cherished. But when people chucks away your surprises as if it doesnt matter or they dont have enough time to unwrap the mystery box that you gave them, it crushes your heart. When they look at you, with those twinkling eyes, with the gratitude thats there for the sake of manners and those you-didnt-have-to-do-it look, that helps you realize how much mistaken you were. To shower them with your love. How much mistaken you were, to consider them special, because it doesnt matter to them. Indeed, eyes are the windows to the soul!

Take out some time, and surprise your loved ones. You will never know who happy you will feel and how loved they will feel, until you do so.

But right now, when I sit down, relishing the lone time when the world is asleep, listening to my breaths, I realize how much I miss an important element in my life. And what would that element be? The element of Surprise. I miss being surprised. I miss feeling special and for that matter, I wonder if I have ever felt special. I wonder if I have ever been special to anyone. I wonder if there is someone out there who wants to make me feel special.

I wish.

I wish, that there was someone out there to make me feel special. To give me surprises. Surprises that make me happy. So that I can smile at that. I can endow them that smile with twinkling eyes, which says it all.

I wish.