Let me ♥pin♥ us together.

When I was a child, I had this strange admiration towards this simple device called stapler. And the admiration still continues. Like before, it still leaves me stupefied.

And so as the Wiki goes, “A stapler is a mechanical device that joins sheets of paper or similar material by driving a thin metal staple through the sheets and folding the ends.”

A simple machine. That’s what a stapler is.

Simple. Isn’t the word simply beautiful? The most loved and requisite things in life are ones that are most simple and mundane. With such perfection and ease they have blended themselves into us that their existences do not stand out. And that is where the beauty lies. The beauty to behold.

I think you need that something special in you to so conveniently encompass everything around you, with nothing but your aura. And not all are blessed enough to be clichés. When people around say, they are after ‘unique’, I proudly declare that I love clichés.

Feelings in every form are a cliché. Be it associated with love or hatred. What makes a woman so unique? Her ability to womb in clichés in all their shades and density. Her effortless supremacy to encompass the life around her.

A woman is a stapler. And her innumerable clichéd ways are those small metal staples who bind a family by folding the arms. Someone didn’t say for nothing, a haven is there in the enclosure of your woman’s arm and heaven is there at the feet of your mother. Strengthening the bond she nurtures life without even drawing any bound. She protects you and lets you evolve. All simultaneously. Her way is the unconditional way.

I love you. Don’t I? So what our ways seem oft repeated. I will bite off your lips the next time you say, “Baby its so cliché.”, to make you understand the harder way that love itself is a cliché with all its high and low echelon of intricacies. I know you would love it.

You don’t have to show your love by writing my name on the moon by sticking stars. Just hug me. Don’t say a word. Remember! I can decode your heartbeats!

♥ Let the stapler be me and my love its pin. ♥

P.S: I know, with a pat on my shoulder you would say, it's better late than never Pree. And so with this post I stapled my 100^th  post today. Yeah! It took me 3+ years to reach this milestone. Now common! stop giving me that astonished gaze. Don't you think I deserve a big round of applause instead? :D

♥ Paper boats float in my heart. ♥

A Foodie Introspection~

♥ I have an answer now… Yes I love Leonardo Di Caprio. :D

♥ The power of my taste buds have enhanced dramatically. Wow! They now like eggs.

♥ Butter. Butter. Butter.

♥ I love the flavors of coriander leaves and lemon.

♥ My love for ketchup is back : D

♥ Maggie. I don’t think I can live without you. Sorry I tried to.

♥ I still end up ordering butter chicken.

♥ Pizza! Trust me you taste good but sorry I won’t spend on you.

♥ Momo. My appetite for you hasn’t decreased a bit. I can still eat 2 plates of you, all alone. :)

♥ I can’t be a vegetarian. I don’t even try to. Once in a while the thought of turning a vegan dawns upon me but there is this one greater force that successfully pulls me away.

♥ Don’t ask me. I won’t tell you who or what that greater force is. :p

♥ Chinese Cuisine. I get this strange craving for you often. Very often

♥ Roasted duck. You are sill on the top of my wishlist. Please get out of it soon.

♥ Daab-chingri. You rule!!

♥ Dear Taste of Kolkata, thanks for those unforgettably mouth-watering crispy lamb.

♥ I love buffets in grand restaurants. I feel like eating everything included in it. Unfortunately I feel satiated way too soon. Sigh!

♥ KFC’s chicken bucket is nothing great.

♥ I will never eat shwarma by directly going to Al-bake. My sister told they prepare and serve; just few steps away from a ghastly gutter. Bayzid! please come back and bring home some shawarmas .

♥ Honestly! What’s the point in going out to have veg???

♥ Nothing can beat the fun of gorging on radha-ballabhi, luchi torkari and chai from those road side stall and sweet shops in C.R Park, market no:2. Of course with your special someone. :)

♥ Seriously! I mean seriously! How can you go to all those expensive restaurants just to have salads? I mean how come you ever go out to have salads?

♥ Sorry, I don't like you, milk. But I drool over you once you become an inseparable part of kuli-pithe.

♥ Tankush, do you still serve the best chicken parathas?

♥ Lady!! You prepare awesome egg parathas. And the best part is, it only takes 2 min to reach you. Please never move away to some other place. We seriously adore your 10 Rupees egg paratha with vinegar dipped mirch and sliced gajar.

♥ Esplanade, where are you situated in C.R Park? I searched and searched and searched you and yet not have located you. I guess the address given in that stupid Times Food Guide was wrong. There was this one old house with one very old lady who was so unwilling of to let go off me. These days nobody has got the time for their grandparents. The whole day they wait by the gate with the hope of the some familiar face passing by.

♥ I hate those small-colorful tutti-fruiti cherries.

♥ Litchi, trust me you are so cute. You are my favorite. Don’t you worry orange and strawberries, you guys are sweethearts too. And please don’t forget Australian grapes, atta and babukhosha.

♥ Popcorn and chuski, you guys are delectable.

♥Sweet corns!! Oh! God! Your aroma is heaven.

♥ Pistachios are to die for.

♥ I don't like tomatoes like before. My family laughs it off though. :(

♥ Where can I get those cheese, the ones on which Tom's Jerry madly slobbers?

♥ Bournville!!!! I Love You.

♥ This insanity drives me crazy! Someday I will eat you too, dear Leonardo :P ♥

P.S: This list will undergo continues upgradation process with addition and deletion to it time and again.

In Romance with your Love

What I fear the most is this dead air in between us. I tremor; even at the slightest possibility of it taking shape. My inability to fill this gap even with my heaves and sighs leaves me with an unquenchable blend of confusion and discomfort. What follows is an unceremonious celebration of twinge in the heart. At that very moment when my heart trembles like it’s going to fall apart into uncountable bits and pieces, I want to run away. I know I am an escapist. But where shall I escape to other than the refuge in your arms?

Baby! Please hold me tight while running your fingers through the tangled web of my hair and say “You just don’t have to speak a word. I understand you even when you are at your weirdest best.”

This Christmas I realized

♥ IamAdmired.IamAdored.IamLoved.IamBlessed ♥

! ♥ ツ

Image by Yours Truly-Preetilata

It was so silly of me to think all these years that he will weave me a world of thousand stars whenever I will be in his arms; soft enough to transcend me to an all together different world of love so pure and at the same time strong enough to protect me from every evil eyes.

Yes! I am in love. Period. I am in love with a man who didn’t weave me a world of stars but of love only. Love that blossoms in the essence of reality. Whenever he holds me in those soft and strong arms of him; it is so gentle- the touch and yet it creates a massive turmoil of love and passion inside my heart that it becomes so difficult to remain the one I am. I become the one whom I was searching aimlessly everywhere possible. I can feel that I am falling head over heels in love with this man and can bet that there can’t exist anyone better than him in this world for me. I feel “me” with “him”... I find “me” in “him”.

You are so much far away that ‘missing you’ pang has to hit me hard every five minutes. It feels great to be in love honey but the pain is enormous when I miss you and I guess I am getting addicted not only to your love but to this inflicting pain also. The whole day I just wait for the night to fall down on me. I know that star is waiting for me exactly at that same place where you have left it for me. It glows with your love and in return I radiate from its warmth.

Probably you would never know how beautiful the moment was when you asked me to go to my balcony and to search for that one brightest star. But that small piece of sky with only one star in it has become the very essence of my life. It gives me strength...it gives me hope... it gives me the warmth of you. It tells me strongly that no matter where I am; you are never very far away from me. In a nutshell my life is in the safe enclosure of yours and I am happy in there.

You tell me that it was too fast and I say you again that whatever has happened was not there in our hands. Love just happens and it happened to us too. I don’t know where our destiny will take us but I know that I am in love and I am in love with YOU. Now I don’t dream of a world weaved with stars anymore but of a home with you. The same home that I have seen while joining the lines of your right hand with my left one.

~Written on 29-Mar'10 while feeling utterly romantic. or was i utterly emotional? A concoction of both would fit in better.

♥

the way you speak.. your early morning voice.. ahh.. that magical sound of your sexy and husky voice.. when you are yet to get up from your bed.. makes me all so mushy mushy and romantic. This very moment, there is an instant urge in me to run straight to u.. hug u.. cuddle u and sleep like a baby in the enclosure of ur arms till the day drips completely into the lap of a sexy evening. I wont mind a kiss or two at all though :p

Ahhh!!! well i am sinking deep in the magical bliss of this super magical feeling. Just want to frame this moment forever!

True! Love gives you wings to fly!

HAPPY ME

Today is one of those days when I want to write but do not know what to. It’s not same as other days when I want to write but could not or I could write but I do not. It doesn’t make me sad to realize that I am unable to pen down my thoughts. My mind is shooting millions of thoughts with zillion times of speed that too at one go. And it’s crazy to try to catch them all up. Needless to say I am failing every time. Miserably. But I am proceeding to my next catch with mouthful of giggles accompanied by stars in my eyes. And that’s what matter. It reflects in my eyes. Can’t say when was the last time I looked this much beautiful. These days I shine in happiness. The glow is visible. The people around me too are getting enwrapped in my glow. That’s the best part about being genuinely happy. The positive vibes are so strong and effective that they spread around and wrap everything up so beautifully that you feel like being a child once again who chases butterfly even amid concrete walls. The four walls of your room transcend to a field of sunflowers and the roof above becomes your sky where resides a sun who dances to your every whistle. As far as you can see, you see butterflies. You see colours. You see LIFE.

No I don’t have a job yet. And I do not know when I will have one. Yet I am HAPPY.

When in LOVE you see formation of eight colours even in the core of BLACK.