The Silence of My Voice

"You pretty nicely seem to have forgotten your manners. Do not raise your voice in front of me like that again!", another of Natasha's if-you're-younger-be-nice toned scream came out. The maid silently cleared the bed of the quilts she was setting for the night, and marched out of the room realising this was not going to be good. "I am not a child anymore, Nata. Stop telling all the time what to do.", Samantha screamed back. Natasha, dazed, stared at her little sister. Only that she wasn't little anymore. She had transformed into a woman, and a fierce one at that.  "Then stop acting like one.", Natasha countered.  Samantha kept glaring back with such fury that she was burning inside. Ashamed on talking in an unruly manner with her sister, she looked away, and she breathed down some sobs. Natasha, unable to see her sister cry, took a step towards her to comfort her. As she raised her hand in a gesture to stroke her face, Samantha retreated...

Things we do not expect happen more often than we wish. Anticipation of something that's never going to happen in your hopeful possibilities is the worst form of human torture. Ask a dying man his last wish. Seldom would you find one asking for nothing. Sounds hilarious, doesn't it? Someone dying with all their wishes fulfilled. And that's where the crux of it all lies. The entire gist of it comes down to letting go. We, humans, take immense pride in embracing what mutilates us. We're nurtured with the notion to endeavour whatever it is that we want till our last breath, and if we don't achieve it, die trying. I'm sure the grass is always greener on the other side, and when I reach there, I can see the weeds up close. Until then, I'll try watering my own premature grass. You'll be told to attempt harder, but none will appreciate if you find your own America. We are used to seeing results, but the effort is what we ignore. We brand those strong who try to...

Amarilloooo!!!!!!! So apparently, a wee bit more time to my babyyyyyy's legality! I'm just so so so so so so so dayaaaammmn bloody super excited for her! Tomorrow is oing to be a fun fun fun fun day. *does the dolly-dolly-dolly-dolly-dolly dance* It's a big big big big big day tomorrow; well not just her, but a lot of people too! (Chit-Chat I hope you're reading this!) A lot of irregular planning, procrastinated shopping- I hope it pays off.  Isn't she simple pretty? Yes! This IS her; Himani Gulati a.k.a Laughter Queen a.k.a Himanititis. How can I ever, EVER explain how important you're? That you're the one incinerating the obscurity in my life with just that one smile of yours? That it makes my day to see you laugh? That when you come up with the conventional "Aur Kanchi, bata na bata na, kya hua?", you make me want to gossip even if I hate it with the darkest core heart? Cuuuttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! :* You're that...

Hola compañeros! A very Happy wala Holi to you! And a Strong, powerful and Happy Women's Day. The world defines Women as a female human. Someone who's born to obey, to cook food, raise your kids and keep you content. Is that all? That's how you treat your sister, best friend or girlfriend. Because newsflash sweetheart! Your Dad did the same thing to your Mom. Feeling foiled? Obviously! Go, run around, yell for their rights. But stop, don't! Because you'll end up being the same man your ancestors were. Yes, you're the best, unsurpassed, paramount, preeminent, superlative. We can say more in a sigh, than a man can say in a sermon. Your whole life is a history of affection. No matter what you look like, you're sexy if you're confident! Your most beautiful make-up is passion; cosmetics are cheaper to buy. You're to be loved, not understood.  You're fabricated into an innocent daughter, a caring sister, a warm friend, a passionate bel...