Bewitched!

Bedazzled, besotted

are the alleys of my heart

Ah! The gift of love

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P.S: Not at all happy with the post. But I think I should be happy for the simple fact that at least I wrote something. All thanks to my Write Tribe.

A to Z Challenge 2013: Broken Yet Intact 

De Madrugada

It was not an ordinary day anymore. Within a flash of second something had just changed. Some kind of magic was there in the air that got hold of us to cast its spell on. I felt it; you too. You knew it; I too. Next, the only thing I remember seeing is the flashes of lights even in the darkness around. And I was lost, the moment your trembling lips touched mine.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the chirping  and cooing of birds, lingering frail scent of something 'morning' in the air, beads of  softest sunlight, and a surprising faint trail of vehicles passing us; suddenly in those mysterious minutes  we stole and sealed our moments of togetherness inside an auto that drove us through the bumpy roads of Saket to drop me home.

I wanted it; you too. And we did it.

In those two minutes I saw the moon, the stars and the sun together. I felt the power of the Cosmos within; from me it spreading its wings to you and then finally settling within us.

No kisses afterward could ever recreate the same magic. I still live it in my many memories and imaginations; and in the hearts of my heart the feeling it evokes is something that is beyond my ability to express in words. Words are still not fortunate enough to express these sweet nothings of life and everything that the heart feels and desires.

#Whlist1: That kiss. That very 1st kiss that we shared together. I want to live that for one more time. For real. And for real. I know that certain things can never be recreated and hence there lies the magic of it.

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Madrugada(n) (Spanish):It means the time between midnight and dawn. It simply means early morning/dawn
De Madrugada: At dawn.
Lethologica: When you can't think of the word for something.

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 1st - 7th September 2013.

My Theme: To write on seven words that

• We/I don't hear generally 
• Preferably Non-English words that are untranslatable in English 
• Let's see, how can I include more varieties. 
• And in the process to self-discover myself. 

 Let me know what do you think about my choice of theme for this Seven days of Writing Festival.

Word suggestions are highly welcomed. So com'on bring it on. :)

P.S: This write-up was originally written on 25th July'13. It was just a scribble entry on my phone and I wanted to rewrite it before I post but due to time constraint and lack of creativity I am posting it as it is by making just a minor change to suit it to the theme and title of my post

• One of the lines was originally written as 'Amid the hustle and bustle of trails of vehicles passing us, that late evening we stole and...'
• In the draft copy the title of the post was Stolen Moments of Togetherness.

Cherapunji: A 55 Fiction

"Once you land here, you can feel that everything smells of rain. I come here only to get drenched in this pure rain. A new Me is born whenever…"

"Shhhh…Let the clouds of pain that are hovering in your eyes take the shape of rain today.

Let you say, a true me is born today."

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P.S: I am again hit by the writer's as well as reader's block and hence I am M.I.A. Dug this very old write-up ( may be about 4 yrs old ) out of my draft folder and decided to finally post it because I can't give it a miss when it is a prompt by Vidya on Write Tribe.

Vidya has written an amazing 55 Fiction Tutorial there on Write Tribe. And do not you dare to miss it.

Firefly.

In the realms of my negligible existence, there are some miniature moments when I shine bright from some light within. You were lucky to catch that glimpse of me. And I was fortunate to hold you responsible for that silver lining on my bare heart. You did not notice and I did not realize that in you, I, on that very day, atop the sunset point, saw the man with whom my subconscious mind has always been in dire love. 

You were my Neruda that day. 

And thus with the setting sun behind us, I lived many hundred lives--- Together. 

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“As if you were on fire from within. 

 The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” 

 ― Pablo Neruda

June Photo a Day 3: On my table

Here comes our Pinku in all her glory to say Hello to all you lovely people out there. Yes, she loves Margarita as much as We do. Come, join us, to beat the Dilli heat.

Pinku is the symbol of our love and enthusiasm for everything Paper. 

June Photo a Day 1: B is for?

Breads layered and topped and doused and surrounded and complimented with Awesomeness. :D

While in McLeodganj we ate all the time. Every time. At Jimmy's this awesomeness is prepared and served with love and care.  ♥