वक़्त बह चला

चाहा तो था की पन्ने भर दूँगी

शब्दो को पिरो के जाल बुन दूँगी

इन गहराइयों में समंदर है

या कोई खाई- समेट कर इन्हे मुट्ठी में भर लूँगी

सन्नाटो के परतो पे सतरंगी संसार बसे  है 

सीपियो और सहेलियो में 

अंतर तो कुछ भी नही

क्या सोचा था और क्या जोड़ती चली गई

शब्दों के मायने वक़्त ले चला बहा 

अहसास आज कुछ इस तरह से उमड़े है

काग़ज़ो के साँचे में ढलना गवारा नही

खामोशियो की ज़ुबानी

भूले बिसरे ही सही

दिल तक झीनी झीनी सी दस्तक

पहुचाती  तो होगी

And so like this, footloose emotions and far from organized thoughts tangle forever with words. Not always they mean something. But at sudden burst of moments they mean the world to me.  And so like this, today, with random and free-flowing juxtaposition of words, MyWhiteWindow celebrates her glorious sixth anniversary.  

Thank you for being an integral part of my journey. Without you all, it would not have been this much memorable and worthwhile.

~*~

Word of the Day is: 

Kintsukuroi: (Japanese) "to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

My blog stands as a witness to my Kintsukuroi moments. Rather it stands as my broken pottery repaired with gold.

The word has been suggested by Sri (Sridevi Datta) who blogs here at Bhelpuri Unlimited. Thank you so much Sri.

~*~

Special Mention: 

• Corinne who blogs here at Everyday Gyan. This year blogging would not have been this much glorious without her efforts and best wishes. In terms of writing and blogging, this has been my best year. Thank you Corry. 
• Write Tribe

~*~

P:S: Subinoy, a good friend of mine has gifted my blog her own domain name. So did you guys notice it? But in the process, I have lost all the Facebook likes and g+1 shares. This makes me sad indeed. Please guide me on how can I restore them back.

Love,
Pree

Sharod Subechcha!!!

Ok! so I have nothing much to write!!

This year the month of October is lucky for me. Maa Durga blessed me with a better job. But the irony is, this is the only year i didn't go out to attend the puja ceremony. We Bengali's wait for Durga Puja the whole year. Shopping and preparations know no bounds. But my special pack of five days filled with fun and frolic and off course devotion were spent in office and then at home. Nobody back home was ready to accompany me to the puja pandals. What worse was that my handful of friends with whom I can be me are no more near me. Bayzid has moved back to his homeland long back without leaving behind a single message for me. It still hurts as we were so very close to each other. The reasons behind why he did so are better known to him. I have a faint idea of it but still they don't measure up to for leaving without any note. Anyways no issues as everybody moves on and so did he. May God bless him always. :)

This year Unnayan is in Canada and Shankha... he is very much here but could not meet him too. Goirick and Sagorika are enjoying the autumn of Durga pooja in the lap of their home town in beautiful North East.

Yeah! yeah! I have handful of close friends and needless to say most of them are guys.

This year I missed every single thing associated with Durga pooja. Those endless shopping, which saree to wear during ashtami poojo anjali, excitement to catch up with old friends, bumping into one of them amidst the rush of unknown people, had to say hi as I couldn't avoid you situations, khichuri aar payesh, endless addas and photo clicking, habijabi ja icche tai khawa..... the list is endless.

Dhak-sheuli-dhunuchi-aaroti-poojo-proshad-anando-utshov... i missed everything. Damn I am upset. :(

Pree stop! it's too much of whinning. Don't you know asche bochor abar hobe :D

So all you lovely people out there, Bijoya Doshomi'r preeti o subeccha to you all. May all the Ravans in your life burn today. :)

Signing off for now leaving behind one of the most beautiful videos that celebrates the essence of divinity called Durga Pooja. Hope you would love to watch this beautiful creation by Rajesh Chakraborty.

♥Love and Carez ♥

image courtesy: a friend of mine :)

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.

An Ode to the Days of Teens!

A Mocktail celestial, a chaotic upswing,

Youth tumbles forth, hark! the season is Spring,

waving past landmarks, of infinite fancy,

to the Carols pleasant, of untamed lunacy.

Waves of Discoveries go past, unknown erstwhile,

The World's an Oyster -Ah! the Spirit puerile,

Dreams are speck of dust, catch 'em young lest they fly,

Dust and dreams and the Tides within- none can defy.

Arise, the petals, unleash the marching song,

in steps so bold, in raging heart, O so young!

in intense red, in the mellow of the golden sun,

Swinging with Life- A teasing Eclipse on the run.

~~~**~~~

And when i turn back, it looks so beautiful.

A span of two years completes today- two years of My Blogging.
Two years of enriching experience - beautiful, unparalleled.

The journey that began with the White Window, has been through many vistas, all glorious, blessed and close to the heart.

Today my White Window stands tall and mighty amid the sparkling backdrop of some of the most beautiful gems of the Bloggerville, with its soul-rendered write-ups and scribes and a Heart of it's OWN!!

The deck is ready, the flashlights are ON!! Please usher in to the celebration of two honey-dewed years of My White Window in the bedecked horizon of your love, support and appreciation.

On this occasion on my blog's 2nd birth anniversary I would like to express a token of gratitude to each one of you who have been so special in this journey of my "White Window" with me.

~THANK YOU~

P.S: A very happy b'day to my Divvu's "A Rubix Cube". Divvu dear whether you blog or not, yours will always remain one of my favourite blogs. After all White Window and Rubix Cube are married to each other na and today they celebrate their 1st happy marriage anniversary also. :D

P.P.S: The total number of posts on my white window stands 69 :P

Image courtesy : A gift from a special friend Still Thinking.

Haiku IV- its more than just that!

"Hot waves of summer

Can’t wilt the yellow flower

When the rain drizzles."

~***~

Just when life seems to be unfair and God to be unjust, true friends jump in and make you believe that life is very beautiful. Instantly you realize that the God who has blessed you with such gem of friends, can never be unjust.

The haiku I wrote today is not just a haiku. It is more than that. Technically it is only about nature but deep below it is about me, my life and my friends in just 17 syllables.

Summer= my life in its tough times

Yellow flower = me

Rain = my true friends.

Today is a very special day of my life. Not just because it is my birthday today but because so many miracles have taken place in my life today.

Officially my birthday is today i.e on 8th of May. But the celebration has started long back. From past one week one of my closest buddy was smsing me every hour with the remaining times left in terms of hours, minutes and seconds to my birthday. He did not miss a single hour.

Then on 6th of May, crossing the mountains, rivers and so many things between Hyderabad and Delhi, Lukkydivs’ (who is my shona chimpu) love in a parcel reached to me. I just could not hold back my tears while reading each and every word of her letter. The words and feelings were not just etched on a paper but on our souls.

Sorry I cannot give any link to her gifts because the link is my postal address. So all you people who are interested to know about what all she sent me, are heartily invited at my place. :)

Next one, who again dint stay away to bring tears in my eyes was none other than my jaaaannnuuuu. She is one hell of a chookcha who loves my waaaaaaaing a lot.

*Don’t ask me the meaning of chookcha. It is just our way to call each other names. But if u really want to know the meaning, lena is all set to help you out because it’s a Russian word.*

She is such a crazy girl that she started celebrating my birthday from 7th onwards. And I loved this crazyness a lot. But at the end of the day i prove to be more crazier than her. so i am the ultimate "Crazy Girl" :p

What can I say about my dadimum angel! She is sweet, sour and chilly all at the same time. Exactly like delhi’s yummy chaats. Even her silence is so beautiful that I am always mesmerized by it. "Straight from the Heart" we convey our feelings to each other.

I was again waaaaaaaaaaaaaaing.

Half an hour was still left to my birthday. And since then my phone is not at rest. So many calls were in queue and I was shuffling between one call and another. Disconnecting one and attending other. I was talking.. smiling.. giggling.. silent.. laughing.. jumping.. amazed.. happy.. and not to forget waaaing -- all at the same time.

Tears again welled up in my eyes the moment I read Hemanth’s dedication to me. What can I say about him? He is someone who needs no introduction and no description at all. In spite of being unwell he dint stay behind to add colors to my celebration.

Sharp at 12:00 I received a very beautiful and cute e-card from nanhi pari. Yes nanhi pari is no other than priya joyce. She is such a sweetheart who apart from sending me budday scraps & e-cards has also set her status msg on facebook to "Happy b'day Preetilata :)"

Yes nanhi pari you to helped me to continue with my waaaaaaing.

How can I forget my mom! She called me all the way from Romania. The way she sang the “happy b’day to you” song to me over the phone that a part of my soul flew to her in Romania, from my white window, and hugged her and kissed her again and again.

The day in college was again an awesome one. On this blessed day, my closest friend in college with whom the relationship was souring up without any concrete reasons, came close to me again. And now we again are closest friends for life.

This birthday was a miracle day in my life.

I don’t know how I will convey my love and gratitude to all those lovely people around who have showered such love and blessing on me through dedications, gifts, calls, sms, emails, scraps, comments, testimonials. Some of them are total strangers to me who all have made it a point to wish me through lena, sameera and hemanth’s blog.

Many of my friends with whom I have lost touch in the course of time have wished me on this miracle birthday.

Many of my friends who were lost in the crowd of life came back again to me on this miracle birthday.

We the four angels of the dumbi gang were online together and were chatting and sharing togetherness again after a very long time on this miracle birthday.

I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’ed a lot on this miracle birthday. I know you will call me a cry baby now but I am more than that. I am a complete crazy baby who has added one more feather to the collection of her aged feathers. :p and as per lena I will live 10000 years.

On this miracle birthday of mine vinay has asked me to treat him with a poem. As per him “summer” is the HOT topic these days. ya summer is always a hot topic indeed. :p Therefore the above haiku is a treat to all you beautiful souls out their who have added one more day to my 10000 years of life that I am going to live. :D

officially my birthday is today-8th may. but this year there was no difference between 6th, 7th and 8th.

see my phone is still ringing and beeping with calls and SMSs.

THANK YOU FRIENDS :)

p.s: please pray for hemanth so that he can recover from fever soon.

The Blues and the Clouds Beckon

"Badal pe paon hain,

Ya jhootha gaon hain,

Ab to hain chal padi,

Apni ye nao hain!!!"

I am already flying. Even before my flight takes off, literally.. I am on cloud infinity and even beyond!

As a part of my college trip, I will be flying past the seas, the mountains, and the vastness to Dubai in a day's time. Gosh! Since the day I graced my heart with this news, I wondered, 'is it for real, really!'

Don't ask me how thrilled I am. I am really, really incomprehensibly excited to fly past the tapestry of my imaginations and step in to the real... Dubai beckons.. A dream beckons... possibilities.... excitement... !!!

To add to the bewilderment, I have been adviced, coaxed, warned and even threatened with extreme consequences from my kins and siblings to bring certain items from Dubai and the list only accumulates with every passing day. I myself, bought a Sony Digi Cam, to surrender myself to the ministrations of shooting bug to the unseen, oodles of bounty that Dubai beckons for.

As i hear from the 1st batch the fun they had there, I simply can't wait and the excitement is soaring up every minute. The sea shores, the desert safaris, the luxurious swish locales...... the clock is ticking... ticking..... :)

So, friends, wish me Bon Voyage, Bon Appetite for my journey.

Meanwhile, you be good. Peace!

~***~

ps: the pic was taken by my li'l brother from my brand new sony cybershot. :)

Tum Jeeyo Hazaroon Saal :)

My sweetest chookcha-jaanu-maanu-saalu

So much of love I have for you

More than the ocean and even more

More than the sea shells ever on the shore.

My golden haired fairy queen,

My angel in her gracious sheen

‘Beauty’ is YOU and so is your SOUL

Those hazel green eyes-reflect you pure.

My gift of life, a soul sweetest

A big bear hug and many kisses.

To my soul sister and life’s harness

Happy Birthday Lenu, God Bless!

~~~***~~~

Recollecting Memories

Life is a mixture of everything. And it is not possible to recollect everything at a time. Something or the other we will always miss. That’s why memories are always so special. It keeps popping up when we least expect it but eludes us when we try to cup it. This is what I exactly feel whenever I read my musings.

Entrapped memories become a cascade when I spill them over the pages of my diary. The rhapsody it creates is the cadence of my soul. It is the symphony that only I can understand at times.

Each thing I write is nothing but a collection of some memories which in turn creates some new memories. What is life without memories? It holds us back and at the same time makes us move ahead.It is there with us always. Sometimes it is the tear drop and sometimes it is in the smile and at times it is nothing but in the blank pages.

The tear drop that someone did not let go waste and the one that died anonymously are tributes to memories.

The flicker of smile, the subdued shine in the eyes, the fluttering of soul, and the throbbing of life conjure up memories.

My memories are like the innumerable pebbles lying on the shore of my life. Like a little girl, barefooted I walk around and collect them in the spread of my frock. I name each of the pebble I collect. Some becomes poem, some becomes scribbles and stories, some becomes paintings and some remains unnamed.

The basket that I call “White Window”, today, has got its golden pebble in it. And I named this pebble “Recollecting Memories”. Hope this basket will be divine enough to accommodate infinite numbers of eternal pebbles in it.

On this occasion of my 50th post I would like to express a token of gratitude to all of you who have been so special in this journey of my “White Window” with me.

~~~***~~~

Pixie Dust: 55 Fiction

Missing you was equal to missing the very essence of life. I searched for something inside the wooden chest. A tag was there with the inscribed words “Hope this Christmas gift spreads pixie-dusts over you”.

Pixie came running to me and we both ushered in the New Year together.

I missed you no more.

~~~***~~~

Wish you all a very Happy New Year. :)

What is 55 Fiction? It is a fiction story, with all the basic elements of a narrative (plot, characters, setting, conflict), in 55 words or less(A non-negotiable rule).

Oh! Santa!

Oh! Santa,

You told me to look at the brighter side of life

Wiping the tears I must always smile

I am so lucky to be born this way

Where the world around me dances in gay.

While on merry-go-round, enjoying my ride

I close my eyes on the forlorn child

But my restive soul keeps pondering over

To the unlucky ruffians and shambled rover .

For you,

Stars and bells lay shining on the tree

Every face lay lit glimmer with glee

Every hand is a Christmas gift galore

In your sleigh Santa, you enter every door.

But will you visit the lovelorn child,

His shattered life will you compile,

All those ones who are marred by fate

Will you give them a slice from your cake? 

Agony and despair is their only friend.

Oh! Santa,

Will you ever alter this Perennial Trend?

Tell me,

With whom shall I celebrate dear,

With the blessed souls or the hearts soaked in tear?

~~~***~~~

Wish you all Merry Christmas! :)

Celebrating Togetherness

Being a dumbi was never a matter of pride

Until I became a part of this joyful ride.
Now we are inseparable from each other
Heaven is where we all are together.

Life has never been the same since I met my dumbis: sami, lenu and divvi. In mere words I cannot express my gratitude to my blog through which I have came across my soul sisters- the true angels for me. Now I can’t even imagine a single day of my life without them. They not only complete me but bring out the best in me.

So what we have met through internet and reside in four corners of the world. Between true friends there is absolutely no barrier. And if you think that true friendship can never happen online then I bet you are wrong.. The joy of meeting sami in real was an extremely out of the world feeling. It is one of the most beautiful and treasured moment of my life. It never came across our minds that we were meeting for the very first time but as if we know each other for a long long time. I can’t even imagine how beautiful and blissful will be the moment when I will meet my shona chimpu and my lenu janu. Waiting eagerly to meet the dumbis.

Time keeps on moving so does our friendship. The distance between us is large but our souls are attached to each other’s with a divine string and with Almighty’s grace its growing stronger day by day.

We are inseparable. *TOUCHWOOD*

May god bless us with every happiness and success that we deserve *AMEN*

Long live the Dumbi Gang *CHEERS*

Please grace The Dumbi Gang on our 1st anniversary party. And be a part of our celebratious fiesta. Please click on the Dumbi Gang pic below to attend the party. :P

P.S: I am not yet back to blogging. Curse my net connection for it. hope to come back soon.

Happy budday Sami

On the 2nd of November,
bloomed a tiny, little flower,
beautiful, beautious a damsel Dear-
Sameera-An Angel and my Soul Sister.

Happy birthday Moti-For you
A big hug and Bouquets of Love-
A peck on your cheek and a playful shove.
My joys melt mighty down my eyes,
in form of diamonds my Sweets-
cos I hold you so precious.

I wish today, I rustle up your fave dish,
braid ur hair in golden knots of bliss-
a dress regal for the super Princess,
and I pray You attain a skyful of Happiness.
(Amen)

I pray everyday yours be one glorious smile,
and we be the same in seasons sombre and both puerile.
My friend, my sister and the Noor of my Eyes-
'Godbless you Angel' my heart in unchained happiness cries.

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMI---

P.S - Poem by preeti but but but..... posted by Div divvi divvu :P :P 

"The Birth" - A Nonet

A call was heard from inside the womb.

Wrapped in love, Entity arrives-

Celebratious homecoming.

Life marked in divine light.

Doors of horizon-

Welcomes the Birth.

Love and Hope

Ushers

Joy!!!

NONET: A nonet has nine lines. The first line has 9 syllables, the second line 8 syllables, the third line 7 syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with 1 syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

Line 1: 9 syllables- A/call/was /heard/from/in/side/the/womb.

Line 2: 8 syllables- Wrapped/in/love,/En/ti/ty/ar/rives

Line 3: 7 syllables- Ce/le/bra/tious/home/com/ing.

Line 4: 6 syllables- Life/marked /in/di/vine/light.

Line 5: 5 syllables- Doors/of /ho/ri/zon-

Line 6: 4 syllables- Wel/comes/the/Birth.

Line 7: 3 syllables- Love/and/Hope

Line 8: 2 syllables- Ush/ers

Line 9: 1 syllables- Joy

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Celebrating LiFe !!!

17.09.07 - One of the most beautiful days of my Life!

The day was a defining one; that marked the usher of MY WHITE WINDOW a year ago.
How can I transpire my emotions into words today on this momentous occasion of my blog's 1st Anniversary! How can I sum up all the feelings of friendship, sisterhood, appreciation from varied quarters and the generosity received as delectable garnishes in this Bloggerville!

As the sun dawned on the eastern sky in shades of crimson on the 17th SEP, I opened MY WHITE WINDOW in the jubilant usher of its first anniversary. And as the feeling sinks in, I am gripped with a sense of pride, achievement, and celebration.

The journey has been a fulfilled experience.

The blessed journey from One baby stepped autumn to another fledgling autumn, the soul searching spree with my till then undiscovered emotions, the morph of a beautiful girl into the drapes of a Poetess(a title conferred upon by a friend of mine)----------My WHITE WINDOW reflects everything that's ME.

WHITE WINDOW brought alive a world of my own, that I can build by penning down notes from my heart's strings, it gave me my sisterly friends, it gave me AN EXISTENCE, a sense of being here.
I am thankful to God and to all of you for being so wonderful and encouraging throughout, without you MY WHITE WINDOW, would never have leaped into the radiance of Bloggerville..

Also to top up this occasion and to extend my happiness horizons, I hereby announce that on this day itself my White Window is entering into a life full of marital bliss with one of its closest and dearest friends “A Rubix cube” who shares the same birthday. To read White Window’s love letter to Rubix Cube click here. Today is not an ordinary day because both the partners are celebrating their first birthday anniversary as well as their marriage ceremony. All the inhabitants of bloggerland, you all are cordially invited to this auspicious ceremony along with oodles of love and blessings. And please don’t forget to bring in gifts; after all they have created history by becoming the first ever couple of bloggerville.
Even though the actual birthday was yesterday, i decided to continue the celebrations even today for it is such a big occasion that doesn’t happen to be daily.
And on this grand occasion to celebrate three ceremonies together I have not only one guest post for you but three. So go ahead.. Read them and enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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So here comes my first guest post by none other than my soul-sister "Lenu Janu"...

Blogging is an art. Not in a way that you have to write and everything you write is supposed to be the art. Well, no, it is more than just writing. It is when you share your thoughts, emotions, feelings, memories and stay true to yourself and to your readers. It is when you let your own emotions impact someone else. It is when one word on the pages of your blog can change the life of someone you don’t even know.With your words you have to paint, to paint the answers to the questions everyone has in their mind. And only when you have love in your heart, wisdom will come from your soul. And someone else, as confused as you are, might get their own answers.

One year ago someone close to my heart asked to listen to the colors of her life. I didn’t know that girl back then but I am happy I do now. With her poems she opens another world, so different from the one we live in and still it is the same one. With her care and love she does her small bit of changing the world for better. She is talking to us the way not many can, like only angels do… straight from the window of her heart, the white window.

Blogging is indeed an art, but not the art of writing like many think, more like the art of understanding, motivating, caring, encouraging and the art of friendship. If you read the posts on White Window, you will learn what this art is. It is not what we say or write, it is how we do this. And during the last year, starting September 17th, 2007, the author of this blog, my dear Preetu, did it the best way. Like everyone should, straight from her loving heart.

I wish many more beautiful years to the White Window and expect more posts from this cute sweet smart-silly girl who I know wont let us down.
Happy Birthday, White Window!! :)

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And here comes the much awaited love letter by the handsome hunk A RUBIX CUBE to her beautiful lass WHITE WINDOW ;)

Dearest White Window,

Happy happy birthday and also wishing US a very happy married life ahead :P. This day seems to be the perfect time to tell you what you mean to me, and hence I grab this golden opportunity to shower as much love as I can through words…and only words.

Window, I think I should be thankful to the Haven for having introduced you to me. The first time I saw you, was on 11th of Jan 2008. How can I

forget that day dear, I was so mesmerized by your beauty…err layout :P and those beautiful words you have used for accomplishing the haiku tag. Since then we have been the best of friends…loving caring and sharing the joys, sorrows and the innermost secrets.

When did the friendship take the shape of love? Well I guess it was when you took a long break from blogging and I started missing you like something-misses-something :P. But thank god for blessing the world with Dr. Cooper who invented the cell phone through which we have never failed to remain in contact…oh those long hours we spent over the phone…I miss those days badly. Now that we are starting a new life together, I think we are no more in the need of a cell phone. So let us first say thanks and goodbye to Dr. Cooper.

You really can’t imagine the immense joy and excitement that I’ve been feeling about the fact that we are getting married to each other on the same day we both have entered into this world of blogging. I hope we will stay together to fight every storm that comes through our way.

*I LOVE YOU*

Yours and only yours forever,

The Rubix Cube

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Now comes the sweetest guest post by my Angel Dadimum "Sameera"

Come rain or sunshine, blossom or storm
May the White Window always remain open

Bringing on a smile, spreading joys galore
Let there be light in this space time & again.


Happy Birthday dear White Window :)

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What these three angels mean to me can never be described in mere words and I am not even trying to explain it to them out of two reasons. Firstly because I know i would fail to do so and secondly they know what they mean to me(this one is the main reason out of the two).

Thanks to each and every reader of my blog. You all are a fountain of love, support and encouragement.

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Life has never been the same again since I started blogging. It helped me to discover a new and creative side of me which was waiting desperately to be explored. For the past one year “My White Window” has been there with me through every think and thin of my life. Like a best friend it has supported me. It has made me realize the very essence of life that “life is beautiful and so am I”. Yes it is my white window’s birthday today and this special post is a tribute to my "White Window".

It was a long post. thankyou all for being so kind and reading it to the end.

last but not the least here is a very old poem of mine which has always remain close to my heart,

Oh my sweet li’l window.

Alwys remain wide open

Through you I see a world

Which never existed before.

You are

my friend …my strength …my hope.

A pure reflection of my soul

You are such a shadow of mine

Which is purely eternal.

I don’t want to keep myself

Hidden from d world any more.

Through you I want to explore

The world and my soul.

And the connection in between the two.

~~~***~~~

We are mad/bad and Divvi is sweet sweet :)

"With a heart of gold and a pearly soul
You have come on this earth
To play a divine role.
The meaning of friendship
Became more deep
The seed of your love
The moment you have reaped.
You are the friendship queen
Who reins my heart
Along with Sami & Lenu
Divvu, you top the chart.
Lucky is me to know this soul divine
Blessed is me to have you in my life.
Deep from my heart I always pray for you
And today every bit of my prayer wishes
To You "

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Dear Divs, I wrote this one sometime back when I promised you that my next post will be on you but due to my internet prob...was not able to do it then, so i am posting it now...

"A heart of gold and a soul of pearl
Are the possessions of this silly girl.
Sometime naughty and always cute
You can never keep this chatter box on mute.
Full of life and bubbly to the core
You always want her more and more.
If for one day only you don’t talk to her
It feels as if your life has blurred.
Always concerned she is for you
And will paint your life in every hue.
I am so lucky to have her in my life
And she is my one n only
“Shona chimpu divvu- the divine”

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Dearest shona Divvu. I know that you are aware of my love for you. On this lucky day these two poems are my small token of love for you. Mujhe pata hai tujhe pasand aayega. Can't post anything else re not even your chocs. Have exam tommorow. Mom will scold if I reach home late. waise bhi der to ho hi gayi hai :P

Love you dher sara my chimpuuuuuuuuuuu! May all your wishes come true.

Muahhhhhhhhhhh!

“HaPpY BiRtHdAy To YoU”

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