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Dear Human: You've got it all wrong. You didn't come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you'll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love... You didn't come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn't need ANY other adjectives. It doesn't require modifiers. It doesn't require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It's enough. It's plenty.

-- Courtney A. Walsh

Reason

"But why did you run?" he asks, 
"I didn't want to lose you."

"I carry an ocean of sadness within me." 
 she sighs,
"I didn't want you to drown."

Borderline

Blue

For years now I have been the home to a primeval creature residing inside me. You wouldn’t be able to detect it even if you looked closely. The smile would fool you. Even the eyes might lie. If you cut open the belly and wriggle your hand until the farthest corner you might be able to touch it. It smells of flesh and fear and forgotten memories. It has the colour of blue. Not the colour of ocean or the sky or morning glory or the little girl’s Mary Jane. It is the colour of bruise on the neck of death. On some days it comes out of its hiding place and embraces me in its inescapable grip of infinite love. I could feel its frosty whisper at the nape of my neck. Its long fingers trace my soft flesh. I quiver. When was the last time cold gave me so much warmth? My lips slowly begin to sink into its inviting abyss. I dance and make love to my oldest friend. I feel like falling asleep in its arms. Nothing else fancies me anymore. Not your smile or kisses or your promise of fairy tale. I am …

Quote of the Week

You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole – like the world, or the person you loved.
-- Stewert O’Nan

Fire and Earth

“Where were you all this time?” she asked.
“Where you were... I was just a step behind. You didn’t look back.” He replied.
“Well, now that you have finally caught up with me, never let me go again.” She closed her eyes and let the words stand still on her lips. “But beware. I am fire. I always burn too bright and end up into ashes.”
“I am earth. I preserve. I will build a castle around your flames and give you home. Just never dare escape.”

-- Inspired by an actual conversation.

Photoshoot / 1

It is so much fun to be the part of a photoshoot, especially when the photographer is your best friend. The whole scene becomes an absolute mayhem. Every two minutes one party is hitting the other with a sarcastic banter which is no less dangerous or impactful than a hand grenade. Cuss words are flying about like Frisbee. The photographer is asking you to give a diva pose and then cracking jokes about your crush while you are trying hard to maintain a straight face. Not to mention the bystanders who won't stop ogling at you. Don't let those divine expressions fool you. It's a journey to the reign of Hades once the curtain is lifted.







Photo courtesy: The ever talented, my co-ruler of the Underworld, dearest Aay Kay.

Disney Always Gets It Right

Of all the Disney fairy tales Beauty and the Beast has always been my most favourite one. Even more than Frozen, or Tangled. First reason is of course Belle. The village girl who prefers books over men. Basically an introverted nerd with an imaginative mind. Second reason is the Beast. How often do you come across a chivalrous prince with a villainous outer layer? The fantasy that reached its peak with Loki and Jim Moriarty in youth had started with the Beast in childhood. Where is the fun if the man is already smitten? Love is an adventure. And the fun lies with breaking the walls down, one at a time; until the ugly, violent Beast becomes the Prince with your magic touch. It's always the journey that counts, remember? Not the destination.
The animation movie came in 1991. A new version starring Emma Watson is coming shortly.
Did anyone see the Voldemort spoof by the way?

Libation

I am the pantheist 
and you are my temple
here, take the knife
trace the old scars
and forgotten pains
slice the skin right open
for I have nothing
but my blood 
to honour you with.

Quote of the Week

I am rolled up sleeves and dirty hands
from a day spent working, I am
gentle fingers, tender across your cheek.
I am annoying optimism, the belief
that things can, and will, always get
better; I am dark days where my sun
cannot seem to rise.
I am worn shoes from wandering
and the hibernation in my own home,
the reluctance to leave. Coins,
we are coins, and I one too,
two sides sharing the same
metal.

-- Tyler Knott Gregson

The Tale of an Extraordinary Sisterhood

I have mentioned many times before that I am not the kind of girl who has many girlfriends. Or I am just not a very good friend in general. I have made and lost many friends in this journey of life so far. Some of them were good people. Some of them I am glad I could get rid of. In most cases I don’t quite recall why the friendship ended prematurely. Time has helped regenerate fresh tissues on the old scar of betrayal, backstabbing and disappointment. Or in some cases death came and put an end to it all. You can’t be mad at a dead person, especially if she was of your age and for some unknown reason death felt she was not to be allowed to live a full life. You dare not loathe her memory because she failed to meet your psychopathic loyalty.
I have two best friends. And surprisingly both of them are girls. Both are wild souls trapped in two gorgeous women's body. And probably that's why they fit in my life like two missing pieces of puzzle. I met D during my masters at ISI. Usu…

On Bengali Valentine's Day

Our English private tutor’s house was just opposite to our school gate. We would often see his wife hanging clothes from the balcony while we were running for our life to arrive at the prayer session just in time in converse and cotton saree balled up between our legs. There was an open drain just by the side of the gate whose cement cover was broken and nobody ever cared to put it back. We often had to become temporary gymnast in saree to cross that drain. Our witty and mischievous tutor once told us a story. That he would see girls jumping across that drain for every single school day of the year except one day – the day of Saraswati Pujo. That day every single girl would become the perpetual damsel in distress in saree and her high school boyfriend would help her cross that gaping hole like a chivalrous knight in the shining armour that he was. Every time I think of this day that story comes rushing back to my mind. I would close my eyes and I could see the balcony and the huge ga…