The Silence of My Voice

Hello. It's Day Four. I saw a girl who made coffee. Hunched over the notebook, her hand sifted through her hair. The other one wound disturbingly rigid over her pen -  a gesture so simple, and mindless and yet, exuded such great possession, as if she was scribbling God's secret plan for harmony, and wanted to hide His tool, lest everyone found the power behind it. The reflection of the snow on the glass drew stories on her compact stature, and relaxed fingers, both of which that gave nothing away. The primal, worn leather of her notebook, and the rusty and stained tip of her fountain pen, her foot tapping every time Sinatra came on, the heavy cream in her coffee, and the now, very decimated chocolate muffin screamed sonnets about her reservation of belonging to the old world. Yet, the threads of her torn jeans, the scuff on her boots, the red strap of her bra playing peek-a-boo with her cardigan, stood testament of a woman delivered mistakenly by the stork, who was born ...

There went, each four minutes, a train from Andheri to Panvel. He boarded this train everyday from Vileparle at 10:12 am. Although a 10:08 am train would suit him best considering how much of a crowd can form up at the station in four minutes, he still took the one after. Even among the horrid broadcasts, he could hear her wire thin silver anklets which had a bundle of three little music cases hanging each side. She would never coil her hair up, no matter how sultry the climate. Her hair though of typical length, they were a vicious curl of darkness. They gleamed a tan each time the sun hit her head through the inched openings of the aluminium roof. She always had bangles irrespectively contradicting to the colour of her kurti . He could never understand her colours. Only that they complemented her honey dew skin. She wasn't fair. But she had a flawless skin. She had small, murky eyes. And the first time when he'd seen her, he'd discerned a remarkable difference in her fro...

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...

Amarillo todas las! Yes, the year's about to end. Yet again. Nothing new. There are always things you wish you'd done or hadn't. Things you regret doing, things you cherish. This year's been more of a regretting list, but by the time half the year passed, I reckoned that maybe, just MAYBE I've been looking in all the wrong places for affection and care. A few amends? Of course! What would it hurt, right? NEVER. Never ever spill your heart out to people who don't trust you. Sounds silly, eh? Not in the least. Tell them whatever you want, they'll never believe you. It's better to talk to people you don't trust. You'll eventually end up doing just the contrary in time. STOP INGESTING SO MUCH OF CAFFEINE.  OKAY! That's not possible for me. So let's move ahead, companèro?  Write more. Read more. Click more. Sleep more. Talk more. Eat more. (Bah! Who am I kidding? I'll explode if I eat anymore. :/) Throw some people out my life. Whi...

Amarillo todas las!!!!!!!! YES! I'm back like I promised. College was good. A bit fun, indeed. I guess I'll be fine after all, and I guess I'll be enjoying my time here. So the day started out with spotting old friends in the campus, making new ones, registering and verifying yourself. AND, thennnnnnnn! Our verification process completed till what, 11? And the next programme was the Puja Havan, which we probably skipped and were sitting in the cafe, because the havan created a natural sauna (this was Anjana's line on which I laughed my ass off).  The havan went on till 1:30pm, succeeding which was our an hour long lunch break. So checking the campus out was fun. We have like, 1, 2, 3, 4? Yeah, four places to eat. There's a phatichar sa Nescafe, CCD, Baker House and a canteen and mess. Which is like gooooooood!  This was followed by the Ice-Breaking Session, where we played this little game forming groups and enacting various scenes given to us in a hilarious m...

"For You, A Thousand Times Over." Present day LA And the toaster puked out the toasts. It was an everyday religious routine for both of us. I grabbed the toasts and coffee and moved toward the dining table to be seated opposite him. He perforated the newspaper with his ogles. Oh, how beautiful they are! That had been the primary facet I'd paid any heed to. I could never forget the dangerously sweet glare of those golden eyes!  "So, where did you tell me is exactly your tour?" "Ah, Kentucky. It would take me a while to draw out a healthy plan for the refurbishment of that house. It's been rotten." "Oh, you mean more than a week?" "Naturally. I'll keep calling you. Don't you worry." With that, he planted a kiss on my forehead, caught his drooling bag from the chair, and left. I sometimes only hypothesize we'd been spending more of "quality time", had he been sticking his butt more at home than in hotel room...

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! Phew! THAT was now quite a long span for missing writing! And no, this isn't the second instalment to my last post. It's a part of  BluBluBling's   Awesome April . She's posted the following picture as an inspiration for today's post.  That night. The water manipulated with her skin. Oh yes, it most certainly did! The sensation of the ice-cold water on the piquant ground made her feet linger with a tickle. All her life she'd been awaiting this moment. It seemed to her another era altogether. The obscurity of the night grew. She felt something under her feet. She just couldn't put her finger on what. She was eager to stay on the blistering ground which was laboriously fraternizing its own  heat as soon as the droplets started to fall on it like a flower of blessing. On this first night of the liberty she felt, the weather couldn't have been more reassuring than she'd anticipated it to be. "She would never walk again...

Hola compañeros! So have I apparently thought that after everyone wrote a letter to themselves, I'd better do it!  Dear you, or us? Alright fine! I know it's a really really BAD phase going on. I can absolutely fathom what you're clearly going through. I know I should have doubtlessly written this little piece to you long back. Maybe then, you might have known and would have been able to take control of the situations. You won't be a tomboy anymore. You'll loosen up on death metal and you'll also start listening to Karl Wolf and Diana Krall.  But don't worry. You'll have a lot of situations.  They'll only make you strong and wise. But! Before anything,  You'd like to trust Monika a bit more than you already do. I know, I know, she'd hurt you. All of them did. But keep her close. She's here to stay. She'll be the first one who'll repudiate to relinquish you.  You better learn talking to Mum, kid. You'll realize i...

Hola compañeros! I can't really even figure out whether I'm in my 'hola' mood or not! I perpetually can't come to terms to believing people. I've come across, like ample souls who've loathed. And trust me companeros, the feeling has been mutual. WHY can't they come to terms with their life the way it's supposed to be?!??!! Can you even conjure up the fact there're even categories to delineate these moronic, badass creatures!  1. The Devdas. Oh you'll never be lacking these idiots. "Pyaar se bechare, duniya ke maare". I mean I can really understand and extend my hand to those who've really gone through a ominous phase. But girlfriend chali gayi? Dost ne maara? Abe to Kyaaa! Waapas maar dost ko. Police thodi hai jo gun chala denge! =P They're perpetually upset about everything they can possibly define as a rationale. They can even be upset about the samosa in your school canteen having an extra drop of oil. I mean, co...