She was taught magic words when she was a toddler . Magic words like thank you ,please , excuse me and sorry. Beyond these social niceties , life taught her a magic word too . ‘Enough’ , the magic word that marked the beginning of being nice to herself !
Some of the best people and things might not be good for you .
I don’t have to be sorry
for loving those I do
for loving the way I have
for loving myself anew.
Just before she leaves , one last glance and the girl in the mirrror looks different . She’s finally wearing what everyone will know and recognise as ‘genuine’ . She’s put the fake away .
Her dancing imitation ear rings are also celebrating her wholehearted smile 🙂
Where troubles melt like lemon drops , that’s exactly what I felt here. Hills , mist , fields , drizzle , rolling thunder and no ‘ to do list’. Igatpuri , my kind of place .
Stop , sit , stare and try to remember what you came here to forget 🙂
‘So near, yet so far’ summed up their story. Busy , on the run , they’d manage to flirt and embrace for a few moments everyday . Then one day it all stopped. He wished he had told her how he really felt , she wished she hadn’t played hard to get .
Until almost a year later , a new set of batteries charged up their love story again . It was time to begin a new chapter for the hands of the clock. This time they didn’t waste any time. The first overlap and they sealed it with a kiss .
Secrets , kisses , warm hugs , cold silence , patch ups and break ups , duets and solos , racing hearts and broken hearts , sunsets and dreams , eager lovers who made it before time and those that never came ….
The lonely bench has so many stories to tell.
( picture – Bhandardara , Maharashtra )
Word pictures ,I painted
of myself, stare at me
Dark , broken , desperate
I don’t like what I see.
Why did I only dip brushes
in shades of black and grey,
when happy hues on the palette
hadn’t really dried away.
I cannot paint over those
reminders of love and pain
but am pulling out fresh canvas
to begin anew again.
Too many wasted words , wasted hours and wasted tears.
Deleting those posts is going to be a task , but atleast I’ve begun .
I don’t have much that I’m taking along. The real ordeal has been about letting go and leaving behind . A few broken promises, relationships that have too many cracks and now beyond repair, people I placed in forgotten niches, journals that have more smudges from tears than stories in ink .
I look at what I’m taking along . It is so little , am scared , but there’s much to gain and look forward to .
I’m moving on to happier days , kinder people and more smiles . I think it’s time 🙂