Wednesday, July 27, 2011
If I were to count to the different ways in which my life has changed in the past year alone, I would get lost in the vast topography of it, because the little changes have all been myriad and many hued.
all good, nonetheless.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
So yes this past year was the year of crying myself to sleep a few nights with severe bouts of homesickness, waking up regardless and going to work, looking forward to weekends like ur life depended on it, hating a roomates quirks and admiring some others, waiting for ur turn to take a bath and washing ur own clothes, cooking dinners on sunday nights, making sure maggi was a food group, having cornflakes and chocos as dessert, cursing the PG owners on any power cut/water shortage, bunking the gym for what was really important - the roomie's heartache, being ridiculed for not drinking in a room full of vodka-downers (and still holding ur own), of living on weekend to weekend Sales and of random hugs. . .
It was also the year I lived my life, free of anyone else, being my own person, answerable foremost to myself. I can have lunch alone now, watch a movie alone, have a conversation with myself and value my own opinion. I grew Up.
I'll miss Bangalore, but new things await in Delhi, that I'm hoping will bring as much happiness as Bangalore.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I said my goodbye's. Some people cried, some offered advice, some joked good naturedly, I got into the car and felt a tinge of sadness and some premature homesickness.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
I am the eternal nag, I constantly berate the Lawyer for not saying things, not being as vocal as I am and so on, for it all, I sometimes get a patient hearing and a calm explanation, at other times I hear a "hmm" which drives me a little mad.
But then, once in a while, He says something with such sincerity, that it knocks it me off my feet. Today, it was a message, a long one, and knowing that he thinks any kind of messaging is an effort, I checked twice to make sure it was him.
Having not spoken much last night, This morning as I was starting my day work, his message came.
As I sat there re-reading that message, a feeling of awe passed over me . . . then it gave way to a contentment, the kind I feel in his arms. and then an unabashed feeling of security.
"Thankyou my Darling, I want to wake up every morning to you, for life. . .saying I Love You doesnt seem enough"