2 better than 1

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Hi Everyone,

I am back from sabbatical of one month.  Was in India to attend my brother’s wedding.   I missed this platform the most, all those views,  likes and comments to say the least 😊.

Coming back to the title “2 better than 1”, before you indulge your brain in any guess-work and think that I am going to throw light on numerology or other such fields let me clarify that my focus is only on “Second” child – why not have one?

Complete Family portrait:  When we talk about a “complete  family picture ” it is more or less a norm that we are referring to four members – father, mother and rest is for you to decide 😉.

Don’t worry, you will do fine :  Well apprehensive approach of couples is quite understandable when it is about their first child but  with a second child in…

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LOVE@ FRESHER’S PARTY

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Based on true story

Hi Everyone,

House in a mess and she decided to clean it up. Confused where she shall begin from. “Let’s clean up the cupboards first” she thought. She rolled up her sleeves and started her work. And when she was in the middle of her tryst with dirt and mess memories tumbledown from the upper racks of cupboard. Photographs! She took a pause to take a look at them. Time just rallied to past in front of her eyes. Though photographs were dull in colour but freshness of memories tapped in them is still intact. Fancy dress competition in school, Shimla trip in college, marriage, her son’s first birthday, summer holidays with cousins and as the sheets of the album rattled against each other her gaze was locked by one photo perhaps one face. It was college fresher’s day picture dated 20th July, 2003. How different…

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Oh ! Pristine Love….

They say Love can’t be seen. They say Wrong. I have seen Love. He is very handsome. He looks like a Royalty.
They say Love is Blind. They are Wrong. Love is all seeing. It can see the smiles and the tears in my eyes without even really seeing me. It can see like a scanner right through me. Like I am made of glass. Love has keen eyes.
They say Love is Deaf and Dumb. They say Wrong. Love has the most delicious voice, and it speaks the most beautiful language. Love talks soothingly when I am sad, it laughs when I crack jokes. It hears loud and clear. It can hear the pain I am hiding, the mischief I did.
They say Love Can’t be Touched. They say Wrong. I have touched him. He has the silkiest skin and most tender touch.
They say Love isn’t Tangible. They are Wrong. Love can be felt in the heart, it can exist in the soul, it can reside in mind.
They say Love has no Fragrance. They say Wrong. Love smells like Damp Earth, like Petrichor. I have Sniffed him. He has the scent of First Rain, of Sandalwood, of Rajnigandha.
They say Love is Madness. They are Wrong. Love is wisest of them all. He has the Wisdom of an Old man, the Innocence of a Child and the Determination of Youth.
They say Love doesn’t know Right from Wrong. They are Wrong. Love knows it all. But he is too pure to Judge. He is too unconditional to favour the Rights and abandon the Wrongs. He Embraces both with equal Affection.
They say Love is Aimless. They say Wrong. Love shows the Path always. Love guides with Knowledge, Love Inspires with Passion, Love Leads when we are too scared to take a step forward.
They say Love Cages. They are Wrong. Love sets a Free. It gives Wings. It offers a new horizon for us to open our wings and fly high. Love releases our Fears. It breaks the chains stopping us from taking the Leap of Faith.
They say Love is Pain. They say Wrong. It ends all misery and ends all pain. It brings a calm and peace never felt before. It is the proof that one soul can live in two bodies.
What is Life without you, my Love
They have no flavour, the dry Nights
Don’t go, can’t do without you
Don’t go, I won’t find another
What is a Monsoon without you
Oh ! My Beloved, I call out to you
These pale nights won’t go by
Without you…..Moon isn’t Silver
Sun is just dust, Withered Trees
Moist eyes, teary eyes, distressed soul
Oh, listen to my soulmate
Always be in love/live in love
Oh pristine love, don’t ever wake up
Don’t ever let your feet touch the ground
If you ever look into my eyes
Your eyes tell me a story
Which, though never comes on your lips!

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You Were Mine…

The day we parted ways
Neither of us shed any tears
But neither of us slept that night
The Shadow of Moonlight kept us up since then
You were my companion
You walked with me, but there was no Harmony
Through the Sunshine and the Shade, we walked
There was no Estrangement Yet
There was animosity, Indifference and anguish but,
There was everything, but there was no Infidelity
The Kohl you put in my eyes was too Rough to Bear
My eyes hold you in them, they can hold none else
Your eyes kept my song at the time of Parting
But that song was never sung aloud, never told

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Till Death Do Us Apart….

His memory followed me even when he moved on
It was after me even though I had pushed him away
It was tracing my footsteps through the barren lands
It was sneaking up on me from behind trees and rocks in those forests
It was lurking out at the most ungodly hours in the snow-capped mountain peaks
It was chasing me to the sand dunes; it waited near the oasis to quench his thirst
He was hunting me down like a deer caught in headlights
He was pursuing me through the deep dark caves under the Earth
He was tracking me down to the waterfalls of Niagara
He was walking down to my trail and reaching out to me as I break down, not letting me rise
He wanted me to be back, his memory not letting me find a hideaway
He wanted me somehow, his reminiscence making me trip every time I move on
His words coming back from the past to haunt me
His touch still spreading its arms, ambushing me unawares
I sat there and cried, wailed, shouted, threw stones at him, asking him to leave me alone. The wind blowing hard on my face, chilling me to the bone. My hair was scattered all around me as I gathered some loose strands and tucked them behind my ear. I Heard him then. His voice howled with the wind right in my ear as I closed my eyes. It was like he is sitting next to me, startled I opened my eyes and saw him, he was sitting right in front of me.
He just smiled, held my hand, looked into my eyes, and told me “I won’t leave you, I am here for life. You have left me, but I won’t leave you. My memory will chase you to the ends of this Earth. I will live inside you till the end of Time. You can’t hide from me; I will never let go. You know why? Because I live in each breath you take, I survive in your thoughts; I feed on your soul, I drink the blood of your heart, I get stronger with each tear you shed. I am here for a lifetime, remember the promise” he said with an ashen face as I looked transfixed into those mystical eyes.
“Yes”, I told him. I remember it; I remember the promise “we will live in each other, we will never be apart, nothing separates us but death”….. I said that to his memory as he smiled and vanished into a puff of smoke, drifting with fog. I buried my face in my knees, wrapping my hands around me, wanting to feel safe and secure, and repeated those words “nothing separates us but death, nothing separates us but death, nothing separates us but death”.
I removed the blades I wore in around my neck and held one to my wrist. My hands trembled, my breath caught in my throat, my heart beating hard like a drum, my mouth went dry and throat parched. His voice came in my ear “Do it”. I closed my eyes, steeled my heart, stopped breathing and drew the blade across my wrist. The blood splashed across the floor. The pain seared through me, scourging my being. And I saw you, your face in the blood that pooled around me. With every drop that flowed you drained from my body. It was getting quieter, peaceful, sleepy. What a relief to have exorcised you from my soul. I smiled in contentment before all thoughts left me and I slept in the lap of my free soul. Unburdened of the promise we made, I kept it, baby, I kept my promise love. Nothing separates us but Death.

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My Quilling

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Hello Friends, today I wanna tell you about what a fanatic I am when it comes to Craft. In my lifetime, I learned many arts and crafts. Among them were Paper Mache, Origami, Flower Making from clay to bread, from stockings to ribbon. I enjoy spending my time with colours, I love making something beautiful from something very boring. I can knit and embroider, what a satisfaction it is to see that thread or wool to slowly take intricate neat patterns, be it cross stitch or long stitch or stem stitch. I used to embroider handkerchiefs and even learned Shadow Work. Shadow work looks awesome. I can make Colored Glass Paintings which look like a rainbow when sunlight streams through them in mornings. Like that I learned many types of art forms, some I kept practising some I left untouched. I used to feel like the creator himself when I made flowers from clay or bread. As you join each leaf, you feel amazed with the power in your hands. It slowly becomes a rose, leaves, and what not.
I learned Quilling from Youtube. I was intrigued by the colourful paper strips that weave within themselves to form something so delicate, intricate and fantabulous. The Filigree patterns that can be seen in each leaf and each flower and each petal is the fruit of artists hard work. When I see my flowers together, I felt divine and blessed to have made them with my own hands. At that moment my joy has no bounds, and my hard work is paid off when someone tells me they look as good as any professional would have made them. I don’t make them to sell, I made them to keep me occupied and busy in a creative and productive way. I made them to be between colours, I made them to stay happy and sane. Many times people ask me why I don’t try to sell them, I often gift them but never thought of selling them. Selling my art is like parting with my own child somehow, I know it’s not the wisest thought, but it’s my emotions that rule me.
Quilling to me is therapeutic, it’s De-Stressing. It is rejuvenating to decide what two colours to use in this particular flower, or whether I will use Royal pattern or the Malaysian one, whether it will be a fringed flower or a combed one. And then as I weave them through the comb or as I use the scissors to fringe them, I forget all my worries and the only goal that remains is perfection.

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You, Me, Us, Love…..

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Love is trying not to Disturb but ending up by spending all day with him/her
It is Childish

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Love is not wantitng to hang up the Phone
It is Random

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Love is the kiss before you sleep and after you wake up
It is Excitement

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Love is the Sweet Nothings never told or said
It is Stupid

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Love is Perfection in Imperfection
It is Acknowledgement

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Love is missing him/her as soon as he/she leaves
It is Nostalgic

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Love is passing by that open door because it’s not Time yet
It is Tolerance

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Love is touching him/her from the top of head to tip of toe
It is Not having Inhibition

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Love is never having to say “let’s make love” as you already know what he/she wants
It is Awareness

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Love is chucking things at him/her when you are angry on Self
It is Venting

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Love is knowing just what to say to turn a ordinary moment into mad laughter
It is Fun

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Love is fearlessly saying “No” when you know what you want Precisely
It is Freedom

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Love is not talking to each other and wanting him/her to talk first
It is Ego

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Love is when you buy a blue Tshirt for him/her and he/she wears it even though he/she hates Blue
It is Pampering

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Love is crying rivers because he/she couldn’t make it for your Birthday
It is Hurtful

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Love is saying “Don’t you dare stop”
It is Craving

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Love is the Trail of clothes you both made from Frontdoor to Bedroom
It is Desperation

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Love if finding him/her the Prettiest or Handsomest
It is Focus

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Love is knowing its late but ignoring the Clock
It is Recklessness

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Love is wrapping your arms around him/her on the Bike on open road
It is Boldness

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Love is staying up to watch him/her Sleep
It is Tenderness

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Love is waking up to wake up from a dream of him/her and find him/her in your arms
It is Wistfulness

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Love is having his/her razor next to your toothbrush
It is Adaptation

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Love is both of you taking up just one third of a king size bed
It is Closeness

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Love is exchanging house keys
It is Trust

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Love is Dressing in the same mirror and blushing as you both look perfect together
It is Reflection

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Love is letting him/her eat your French Fries
It is Sacrifice

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Love is when you feel a little taller whenever he/her is praised
It is Proud

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Love is Giving him/her a head massage when you both have headache
It is Selfless

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Love is sniffing each other’s Perfume and Cologne
It is Longing

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Love is being tired of Kissing and Hugging but still doing it cause you just can’t stop
It is Compulsion

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Love is watching him/her as they dress
It is Tease

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Love is enjoying the Silence together
It is Companionship

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Love is wanting him/her to say your name over and over
It is Satisfaction

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Love is telling each other “it’s all over” but knowing it can never be over and done
It is Powerful

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Love is checking the salt in the dish and then keeping aside the larger portion for him/her
It is Surrender

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Love is when you cry seeing him/her hurt and bleed
It is Painful

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Love is fantasising of him/her in all Movies, Novels and Songs
It is Desire

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Love is seeing him/her sick, down and low but kissing him/her more
It is Undying

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Love is giving a standing Ovation when he/she performed drastically bad
It is Encouragement

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Love is when she sips Coffee from his mug even though she hates Coffee
It is Sharing

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Love is hugging him/her even when he/she is all dirty and sweaty and smelly
It is Insanity
image.jpegLove is quietly doing his/her chores without letting him/her know
It is Caring
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Love is being Home

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