Meets-Masti-Mazaak

The recent IndiBlogger Meet turned out to be very close to my heart because it brought us so very close to each other. Earlier other than Akanksha, I used to share just a formal yet cordial relationship with Garima, Priyanka and Naina. But now my world has turned upside down all thanks to these awesome women in my life. Errr...Mind you! Pri is still a kid and is privileged to be a part of this Awesome Women Gang that too so soon in her life :P

This picture sums it all up so very beautifully. ♥

This is something very gorgeous. So much so that FB decided to stay away from it, lest it burns. PD Muahhh

The Sesky and The Sexy

Vrat ka khana enjoy karti hui kudiya. But angoor khatte hai :-P

Chalo kuch toh accha mila. Mushroom hi sahi. :-P

Look at the pyaar. Ishq wala love hai ye toh. :-P Or as Pri put it Triveni of Seduction. :P

In the Loo... infront of the Jharna which Naina was so curious to show us.

The Sunshine Girls

Vineet-The lucky Man!

Lady Lucks strikes Vineet again

And now here comes my Desi Martini.♥

And I can't thank IndiBlogger and Cloud365 enough for bringing the best of us together. :)

 ~♥~

Linings of love

Surprisingly since the onset of this summer, I have become an early riser. And my parents’ happiness knows no bounds for the same. The glint in their eyes and the hidden smile on their face turns my sunny days more bright. Yay!

Like every other girl I too am my daddy’s li’l princess who refuses to grow up. For me ‘My Daddy is the Strongest’ and will be my first love and my Hero forever.

Today morning, before leaving for office, he asked me to put Eye drops in his eyes. And as he leaned his head back on the back of sofa, I noticed the colors of his eyes. They have turned dull brown now which used to be of a brighter shade before. Does eye color change with age? Or is it just in my mind? He closed his eyes as I poured in two drops of medicine in it. And my gaze shifted towards his bearded face. Not bearded exactly. Or were they stubble? Err may be a li’l more than stubble. And to my surprise, white linings adorned his face. When did he turn that old? Last when I saw his face, it was a mix of black, grey, and white! And today every strand of his facial hair has turned to white! Something churned inside me and I felt a lump in my throat.

Before moving away with the small bottle of eye-drop in my hand, I paused for a minute to look at his strong hands. Like always they were absolutely neat and clean. Nails perfectly cut short. He never forgets to apply Nivea on them. I noticed, his hands too were adorned with linings. Linings of subtle wrinkles have started to grace his hands. My Daddy is aging gracefully. And each wrinkle and every strand of grey/white hair tells so many stories of his entire life. Stories of the struggles he has gone through. Folklores of his dreams- incomplete, failed, and fulfilled. Poetries of how proud he is of his children even when they never left a stone unturned to hurt and disappoint him. And the tinge of fear mingled in buckets of Hope about the day when a prince charming would come galloping on his white horse to sweep away his princess off her feet and take her away from him.

Dear Daddy, You will always be my First love and my Hero forever. For me 'My Daddy will always be the Strongest'.

Daddy proudly posing while devouring the whole-roasted chicken that his Li'l Princess prepared especially for him. ♥

Kamala's Kalimba

Out of nowhere some people enter into your life and make you realize how beautiful Life is! 

I wanted to pour my heart out but then whenever I think of you, my soul gets submerged in the magic of your soulful voice. Some emotions are so strong that words fail to express them. They are only meant to be felt and that’s what I do whenever I listen to your songs. 

Even in my thoughts, you make me feel happy, girl! 

You are missed and thus come back soon. 

Right now I am listening your Feel Fine. And your voice stirs my soul every single time.

(Click here to listen to Daniela Singhal a.k.a Kamala's divine voice through the songs she writes and sings.)

And as I am not suppose to upload your pictures, here I am consoling myself by uploading the picture of your Kalimba. You are a Magician Kamala and this Kalimba is your Magic-wand.

 

Do I need to write that I love you my Dannu Darling? 

P.S: Dear Readers, please spread some love to my these two posts also

• Jim Morrison- The Lounge Bar.

• I Love

 

Jim Morrison- The Lounge Bar.

Sharp at 21:00 my eyes wander away from everything and the Table no. 8 becomes the center of my Universe. I could never remember anything about her other than her smudged eyes and red lips. She is never dressed up in anything remarkable. What seems to be her only possession is a watch that has got two golden strings to it. Just a single glass of red wine and an ashtray full of cigarette butts adorn her table. She seems to enjoy this corner of her while her eyes always tells a remarkable brand new story to me. You can never exactly tell when exactly she enters and leaves the lounge. And what sets her apart is this eeriness about her. It’s like she can touch you and flip your soul around. But even when you are just close enough to touch her brown skin, she is nowhere to be found. Like a sudden waif of air she is gone. And someday when you locate her again, she is always engulfed by the haze of smoke that her sullen lips puff away. 

I have seen some random men taking chances on her. On given days, she even shares a smoke with some of the lucky few. But I have never seen her repeating them. Luck favored me and it was my chance that night. I noticed her eyes always have this sleep-deprived feel to it. Her watch always tells the same time and foreseeing my curiosity she quipped that that is how she has successfully managed to stop her world at 04:00. Her aura made her so unattainable to me that I was afraid to speak anything at all. Lest she vanishes again! I don’t know whether to believe on her or not but while shifting between sip of wine and a puff of smoke she told me that in the day time she juggles between Corporate Finance and a Home. But she loves night and everything obscure that this lounge bar offers her. Here she is free and no one puts a tag on her fleeting relationships with the random men around. And that in the dirtiest corners of her mind, she sleeps with Jim Morrison. She laughed at the hibiscus printed shirt I was wearing and said that I seem to be a man wrapped up in layers of poetry. I did not know how it was to be taken— as a compliment or sarcasm. She understood my confusion and I could see her looking me from the corners of her smudged eyes. While I was going all cold due to her glint of smile dabbled in mystery, she leaned back with her glass of red wine in one hand and an almost finished cigarette to her sullen lips. Next, what all I could see of her was from the layers of smoke separating the two of us. I knew my time with her was over. And I also knew it would not be repeated again. While other men in the wake were certainly jealous of me, I was unsure of my feelings. But a tinge of pain circulated in my veins to realize that it’s over. Mystery within mystery was all I was left with. 

She came tonight again with her signature smudged eyes and red lips. I could also notice her chipped purple nails. Her watch dangling on her wrist telling another unspoken story shrouded in mystery. A glass of red wine and a notebook adorning her table no. 8. And She- lost amid the layers and layers of smoke. 

Unattainable as much as she is, I felt a feeble string of my heart does connect to hers. I hastily moved on, lest it breaks. For the first time, I asked the DJ to play my choice of song. The DJ nodded with a smile. And as the song continued, like her, I too was sleeping with Jim Morrison in some dirtiest corner of my mind. 

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? 

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? 

To please the lions in this day. 

I need a brand new friend who doesn't bother me.

I need a brand new friend who doesn't trouble me.

I need somebody who doesn't need me. 

I feel the bathroom is clear.

I know that someone's near.

I feel that somebody’s following me, oh yeah!

Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?

Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?

Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away? 

It was the only card in the deck that I had left to play.

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? 

To please the lions in this day.

But I’ll say it again, 

I need a brand new friend

But I'll say it again, 

I need a brand new friend, 

The End. 

P.S: The Song is Hyacinth House by The Doors.

Music inspires me to weave stories around them and hence this post is my entry to Indiblogger's The#Connected Music Experience sponsored by HP Connected Music India .

 

I Love

Post after post dealing with melancholy this is now time to rejuvenate and for some happy introspection. So let me list certain things I love and thus unclutter my mind a bit. Life is simple and let me keep it like that for some time. Errr.... at least for a day. :)

1. Mountains: I can never do justice in expressing my love for it. I feel like home in the wide arms of Mountains. Even before I had the opportunity to visit one, I felt a strong connection with it. Everything about it attracts me and the attraction, the love, and the deep connection never cease to amaze me. Last September I went to Mc.Leodganj and my 3 days trip easily got stretched to 7days and yet I was just not ready to come back home. I want to go back in the arms of some beautiful mountain like right now. 

2. Snowfall: I have no idea when exactly my love affair with it started. But till date I have got only one opportunity to experience its love back. It was in the year 2006 and during my Amarnath Trip, the heavenly nature bestowed me with snowfall. I can still feel that ecstasy running on my spine, the ecstasy of snow-flakes gracing my body and my soul.

3. Light House: I just don't know why. I often imaging myself on the top of a light-house. Silence. Moonlight. And just Me. Sometimes with Him too.

4. Cheesecakes: I just can have cheesecakes all the time. My happiness knew know bound when I made one at home myself. The moment was euphoric.

5. Food: Yes I do. And I love to try different cuisines. My food lists will never have an end to it.

6. Soup: I can never adjust soup in Food category. It is an absolute independent category and I can happily live a major part of my life on SOUP.

7. DND road: there is certain kind of beauty over that stretch of road. Whenever I am there the beauty encapsulates me. I feel a queer sense of peace over there. The wide DND toll road, the Yamuna over flowing beside, the greenery around, the cool-soothing breeze, the twinkling street-lights and the glittering vehicles and their sparkling reflections on the river ; everything has an intoxicating effect on me.

8. Bicycles: Nothing… almost nothing can replace my love for it. And for some reasons unknown I can never leave it behind. Well to be honest I know the reasons and may be one day I will write on it too.

9. Poems and poets: and I always excited to know/feel/understand what went inside the poet’s heart and mind that lead to a birth of poetry.

10. Ikebana: My love for flowers, nature, art, stories, concepts, minimalism and Japan are the reasons behind my love for Ikebana. In this life time of mine I will surely master the art of Ikebana one fine day.

11. Rainfall: I forget just everything. Only a certain kind of happiness fills me up. I have so many fantasies associated with it.

12. Quilling and paper art: It is amazing how a piece or just a strip of paper can create a whole new world. I wish I could give more time to quilling.

13. Peepal leaf: For me it is the most beautiful leaf on earth. And I love to paint on it.

14. Ink pens: :)

15. Watches: Along with books and ink-pens, gift me a watch and see me on the top of the world.

16. Traveling and exploring the unknown.

17. Photographs: explains why I have hordes and hordes of photographs with me. This includes the photo of silliest of silly things. I am not a photographer but someone who loves to click.

18. My girlfriends: No explanation needed. I just love them for no reason.

19. Bending straws and the cute li’l Mocktail Umbrellas: :D

20. My phone which is a brand new Galaxy Note II. And I just can’t get enough of it. Yes, it is li’l big and heavy to carry but then love is blind too. :)

21. Holding his hands.And just silence all around.

22. Balconies. Corners. Candles and Lamps.

23. Wind on my face and in my ever entangled hair.

24. Musical Fountains.  And how to stop my heart from swaying with every beat and move of it?

25. Bangles, Bracelets and earrings.

26. Dogs, Crows, Sparrows, and Squirrels. Those cute li'l things brims me with happiness. Yes a crow too. I find crow to be one of the most handsome birds. I love humming birds too but have never seen it for real. And my life is incomplete without my dogs around me.

27. Sunflowers. Whenever I am sad I imagine for a field full sunflowers. It helps me to overcome my pain. And just the thought of sunflowers makes me happy.

28. Feathers, Dried flowers, and Dried Leaves kept inside the pages of my books

29. Shantaram. He or the book.... i just can't decide. And needless to say i love the Man behind him.... Gregory David Roberts.

30. Leonardo DiCaprio:  i am not just madly in love with him but plain insane about him. Lock me in a room and let me watch his movies back to back. I won't complain at all. Oh! God! will i ever get to kiss him??

I can't end the post without mentioning my love for Windows. My entire blog reflects my love for it. And i need to dedicate a complete post for expressing my love for the windows.

Love & Hugs
~Pree