May I...?

I dont find it strange any more when strange things happen to me. Somewhere down the line, I want to believe that thats the best way of life for me. Analysing some thoughts that are totally far from what reality has to offer me, makes me depressed. It makes me want to turn around a life in which I have never had any problems..never had any controversies,never had any lack of love.

I cant get myself to believe that imagining what my life could have been 'if this or if that' had happened is making my heart pound today. Today is not the right time or space for it. And today is also not the time I have any regrets about how my life is now. My world is complete today...almost overspilling the brims..of what I call a perfect life. Yet, the sound of an imaginary bike, the sound of a sea in monsoon, the roar of a thunder and the spark of a lightening, the blooming of a flower, the touch of dew drops on the tender leaf, the sight of pink lemonade...all seem new to me. I sometimes wonder what to do with myself for being such a dreamer. At one point, it is this quality of mine that oftens makes me live alternate lives ..one ones that I choose..the ones that I like living. Sometimes I am a piper's flute, sometimes the guitarist's strum..and sometimes the painter's colours. And now, I am drowning in eyes that never looked at me before...I am floating in arms that were never held around me before..and yet I dont feel guilty. I yearn for these strange moments..of stranger eyes that can carress me..of stranger arms that can assure me of their existance. I long for the sun to rise every dawn and every dusk to melt into nights, allowing my dreams to sashay into my life.

Sometimes I wonder what the phrase "I love you" means. Does love,romantic love..always need the security of a relationship? Can being in love or being loved in return ever be enough? How much capacity does the heart have to melt even when it knows it is already filled to the brim with love...?

I dont have answers to any of these questions..and that will mean that my thoughts wont stop. I cant say I am in love again..but its the essence of love that is creeping in. The kind which oozes out when you break open a slightly melted truffle. The kind which makes the little girl ecstatic when she sees the pink fluff candy in front of her. The kind which you feel when you pickup a small insecured kitten, lying by the trench..cold and wet from the rain, last night. And more importantly..the kind of essence that needs no answers or has no questions. From me, or from the place the essence belongs to. The beauty remains when it stays unanswered. The charm is retained when there is to string atached. Its regardless of time, space,being and existance. Thank you,my good Lord..for making making me understand this,fast enough!

A different dashboard. A different life. An alternate reality. Imaginery sand-castles that I dont want to break. Dream blankets that I dont want to unweave. New scaled peaks that I dont want to come away from. Sunk in blue crystal waters, from where I dont want to return. Covered by soft talcum sand that I dont want to shake off. Auburn leaves tangled in my hair..that I dont want to entangle. The hands of a clock I dont want to unwind. The strokes of colour in my heart that I dont want to erase.Kisses that I want to keep. Hugs that I want to retain. The "sunshine" I always want to be. Matters that I dont want to complicate.A leap ahead in time that I dont want to take.

"BaaNwra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna" :)

Cinnamon Twist!

Am back to my blog after an eon,I think. But I need to write..so much has been happening/has happened in my life since my last post. Perhaps need a seperate post to write what a feeling it is to see two toothless smiles on human beings that were part of your body for 9(well, seven in my case!) months..

I feel flustered,thankful,happy,concerned,proud,scared,superstitious,unsure...all at the same time. So whenever anyone asks me the much irritable but cliched question.."How does it feel to be a mother?"...I honestly wish I could make him or her understand..what the true feeling is.

But hey..this one's not about me and my toothless angels!

Its about a "Cinnamon" twist in my life! :) And the worst is..I dont know what and how to write about it...without being very verbose. You see..we have planned a secret one year non-disclosure deal..of catching up on things about ourselves that we have missed out for..(hold your breath!)..15 years!!:)

Whenever Cinnamon gets sprinkled on my life..I feel a flush..and often a blush! Its the most uncanny thing..that we have so much in common(that we are discovering with every second of our exchanges)..and yet..when we had a chance(or the lack of it!!)...we never ever spoke to each other. Well..a non-assuming, extremely harmless passing smile,maybe at the best.Oh,but wait...thats just my version of it. I am given to understand..his passing smiles were not very harmless..focussed on a secret intention! Loll!! And now..we realise,there are common colours we like, common food and ingredients,some truly spooky common habits,speak the same things at the same time. Wonder of wonders,I tell you! Cinnamon,true to his nature...is oh-so-sweet..and oh-damn-its-spicy...all at the same time. In crazy amounts and of crazy helpings...! He has stories about me from 15 years ago..written in his memory...that even fails my grey cells.

Cinnamon has medicinal value, they say! :) Yes,it does..I can see that.Used when you need that warm,fuzzy,soft and gooey feeling inside you. Sprinkled on hot chocolate, sipped under a blanket..on a winter's moonless night..watching a classic favourite.."Notting Hill",anyone? :)I love this bit. Sprinkle Cinnamon all over me..and I am ever so happy. Nowadays I wake up to Cinnamon..sleep(well, the little that I do!)..smiling..thinking of the aftertaste Cinnamon left behind..

Pretty visuals,charming conversations,intriguing findings,intense discussions..a heart behind all that..that is soft as a marshmellow...and a soul that is kindred...

Thats Cinnamon for me.