Much love.

Dogs: The beings closest to humans! I used to be petrified of these adorable creatures until I decided to have one of my own. It happened suddenly, when my aunts dog littered TEN puppies, ready to be adopted or given away to good homes. The mother is a cocker spaniel while the father was a lhasa apso. Another root was the grandfather who was a Samoyed, fondly known as a snow dog. The cute little munchkins were a combination of black and white, leaving out two of them to be pure white males. They were barely three weeks old when I first saw them.

When I had heard of this news, I wanted to go take a look at them. Still petrified, I just wanted to give it a shot, I mean how bad could puppies be! The moment I saw them, my heart melted but I still didn’t have the guts to carry one of them, they hadn’t even opened their eyes. Finally, I mustered courage and picked one up. He was white like a powder puff and tubby with a sweet rounded snout. I looked closely and he was just trying to grasp my smell probably, so I kissed him! That’s it, I knew then that this one had to be mine. It was a tough call but I just felt a connection to him. So, after a lot of convincing I finally managed to bring him home. My brother was equally petrified but today, both of us look at him with so much love and thank him for being a part of our lives. Not only has he brought tremendous happiness to us, but also given us unconditional love. He has made us a family again as no conversation goes without mentioning him.

Who would’ve imagined a Dog to do what another human can’t? But Dog spelled backwards is God and they’re truly divine creatures of humanity, brought to this earth to Love and be loved. I wish my baby Brando (as handsome as Marlon Brando), could read all that I have written for him.Although our mister understands spellings like BATH or WALK, not that he’s any less intelligent you see hehe. I just can’t imagine a day without him and I thank my stars for having made the right decision.

Live and Kickin’

I have just about entered my fifth month of pregnancy now. Finally, it gets a little safer and interesting, at least that’s what I’ve heard. The untimely nausea seems to have stopped for now and I am beginning to notice a few other changes.

Well, for starters I have a very visible bump that I am proud of and love to sport around. Truth be told, I had a bump as early as in my third month itself. But I would pretend that I am a helium balloon and it’s basically gas or something haha. So this bump feels great and what’s inside feels greater. Since August 12th, I have actually started focusing and observing flutters in my belly. Seems like the bun in the oven is slowly opening up to me! I definitely started feeling flutters before August 12th but I didn’t pay enough heed to record that event in my life! Today, the little one seems to be active and is probably rolling around listening to all the noises and activities I’m exposed to.

Honestly, each day I wait to feel the baby and its signaling. I have this little life inside of me and it is THE best thing possible. I used to often wonder why women rave so much about motherhood, with all the body changes and vomiting that it has to offer after all. But, now I understand that it has so much more to offer. There’s nothing I don’t love about this and I’m sure most mothers out there will agree with the same 🙂

70 years since ..

What does freedom mean to me?
Freedom means being able to walk freely in the cantt without having to worry about the time, crowd or light.

Freedom to me means being able to leave my quarter(accommodation) without a lock as I invest a huge amount of trust in our Bhaiyya/sahayak

Freedom to me means the ability to express yourself in languages that you learn on the way by meeting people from all possible backgrounds

Freedom to me is knowing that my husband will come home for his meals and to rest with me even on extra stressful days at work

Freedom is when they play the movie at the amphi theatre even if you’re the ONLY one watching it

Freedom is knowing that you’ll always be safe in the company of the men in uniform

Freedom is being present in a crowd n yet having your privacy at home

Freedom is the encouragement that the forces provide you with , for any big step you wish to take

Freedom is making me ‘independent’ every time he has to leave
Freedom is the price my husband pays as and when duty calls
Freedom is the olive green family. Freedom is being wedded to it.

For the love of Indian cinema.

As soon as I woke up from my afternoon Ciesta , I have plonked my a** on our comfortable couch and haven’t moved much. I know it isn’t the best form of exercise but sometimes I feel like just being glued to the TV as back at home, we don’t have a TV or rather decided not to keep one. My husband and I believe that too much inactivity isn’t good for the system. Now, before I deviate from the subject- TV , yes I was watching this movie called ‘Goliyon ki raas leela:Ram Leela’ by Sanjay Leela Bhansali.

SLB is a director with a vision, with a tragic underlying love story and someone who has made some brilliant cinema. He makes movies which look like they are straight out of a painting.  His aesthetic sense of style, his eye for period decor and his immense knowledge about direction, makes a non-movie buff like me interested in watching good quality cinema. For those of you who have taken to Bollywood, I would love for you’ll to download this one and trust me, you’ll will thank me later 😛

Of course, our kind of cinema may seem a little different to my dear followers but I believe in appreciation of hard work which ends up looking like this piece of art! From the star cast to the location, from the sets to the songs, it is a treat! So please please try and watch this movie, after which I will suggest his next brilliant piece 😛 . Do drop in a comment if and when you catch this movie. Lots of love xoxo

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Bond, Ruskin Bond

This may come as as a bit of a shock to some of you (or may be not, judging by my poor writing skills), that I am not much of a reader. I love to write but not to read. Truth be told, there are very few books that I have read so far but those are the ones that actually had an impact on me.

Now that I am expecting, I have ample time in hand to do what I want. Of all the things, I decided to take up a little bit of reading. This is only because my father recommended this book to me, coaxing me into believing that it’ll take me back to my childhood, in turn making me happy and positive. Well, he was right!

I have read a few short stories by Ruskin Bond while in school. The reason I get glued onto his work is because he writes with a connection to the reader. The language is simple, easy to understand and something that would connect you to your thoughts. Since last night I have been reading his short stories, most of which I relate to. He makes you a part of his story,as if you’re reliving it one more time. I believe if a writer can make you feel this way, he’s a hero!

I am writing just because I feel happy to be reading something of quality and something that touches my soul. As a fellow writer, I hope and wish there are more aspiring Ruskin bonds in the making! Here’s to the love for writing and for this community.

Miss know it all ;)

Of late,surprisingly I have been coming across a lot of these ‘miss know it all’ type of ladies. The ones that somehow seem to know SO much more than the rest of the world. Or can I say, they ‘claim’ to know.

I may sound super b****y in this post but I’m at my wits end now. When having a normal conversation, these ladies want to overshadow my content and become overbearing and overpowering instead (realized the usage of ‘over’ over 2 times). Why? Why is it so difficult to accept the fact that someone may know something better than you? Why do ladies ‘pretend’ to be smart or something like that.This evening I had one such sample trying to gloat and gloat of how she knows best and whatever she and her friends do are the best. Love, I’ve had far more exposure than you, just that FB wasn’t all that active at the time for me to post updates about it. As also wasn’t whatsapp.

My pregnancy expects me to be a positive mom to-be but somehow one rotten apple seems to get in the way. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has come across this type. If I delve further into this, I could get my readers to share their experiences, probably offer me some tips on how to ‘keep calm and move on’.

In conclusion, I appreciate people who know more than I do, not the ones who “claim” to know more than I do. Share your skills, your knowledge etc but not at the cost of outsmarting someone or making any less of them.

It’s like forgetting, the words to my favorite song.

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This post is with reference to the changes I have been experiencing with my body. Pregnancy has definitely brought a huge change to my lifestyle and dressing. When Facebook reminds me of “memories” that I have from 7-8 years back, it feels like it is deliberately trying to tell me or rather show me what I used to be. Truth be told, I don’t even remember having a waist size of 24 or 26. When I had it, I didn’t care for it, now that I don’t have it, I kind of wish I did. We always want what we once had!

Having said that, I love how I am ‘expanding’ right now. This is erasing memories of the body that I used to have, but someone inside is slowly teaching me not to worry about that as of now. While some of my friends haven’t even settled down, here I am having a baby. I sit and ‘like’ all their travel posts and somewhere envy their lives. But when I actually narrow it down, their vacation lasts and is limited only for those few days while I’m on a journey of a lifetime. I feel like I have a souvenir of love and happiness with me, which no money can buy.

Sometimes, we all have to give something up to get something better. At other times, we have to give something up just ’cause we have to. The thing is, you need to seek happiness in both. Life happens but what you need to remember is how to be ALIVE!

That love.

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After ages I got reminded of how special I am to someone. That someone being my husband! Since we have now become THREE, with the little one soon to come into our lives, I have started writing a book for it. The book is going to have all that the baby has been surrounded with or experienced with me. When he/she turns 13 or 18, I plan to present it. I wish someone had recorded all of the important events when I was in my mamma’s belly.

So yesterday I asked my husband to write a few lines about me as an introduction for the baby as I did for him. I thought it was better for us to introduce ourselves through each other. He made time and wrote it today when he was at work. When he returned he kept asking me to read it and since I was busy in the kitchen, I took a while before I sat down to read. When I read what he wrote, my eyes were so moist and my heart warm. He is a man of a few words and seldom expresses his feelings, so the baby book was like a catalyst. I felt so amazing inside and I haven’t felt this way in a long time.

I just want my readers to know that LOVE comes in small packages. It never dies, only lives with you till the end of time. You just have to find it in you to believe in that love. There are moments when you feel like it doesn’t exist or it has faded, but moments like these tell you that it never really went away. So, go on and tell your love what they mean to you and make their day 🙂

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It wasn’t love at first sight,

but it was Love.

You don’t need to ‘try’ to comfort me,

you by yourself make me want to be me.

It isn’t that easy to find something so splendid

and yet I was lucky enough that I did.

At first it was mere passion and lust,

with time we have settled in each other like dust.

Come, let’s waver together, together in our own world

for we need no other, no material no gold.

Be my star, the true sparkle of my life,

I wouldn’t have had it any other way than to be your lawfully wedded wife.

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The thing about rains

The past few days have been a blessing in disguise in the literal sense. The temperature was soaring high and all we needed was for the rain Gods to show us some mercy. Much to our likes, our prayers were answered 🙂 . Now, the place where I am in, doesn’t really have monsoon as a season but it has little elements of it. Better yet, it comes in the form of crazy cool winds and then a downpour.

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The rains are here! It usually gets dull in the mornings with overcast dark clouds putting a blanket on the sun. This is followed by strong winds where the trees are dancing, where you can dry your wet hair after a bath, where your dog doesn’t demand to come inside the house for some Air conditioner, where the world around you seems to be swaying to the rhythm of nature. I love these winds! Then, out of nowhere you find raindrops making their way to the ground, they are slanting in nature due to the force of the winds and in no time, you can smell the wet earth. The thing about rains is it takes you to a different place. It reminds you of how happy plants can get when you see the true green of their wet leaves. It makes you enjoy cooking, which otherwise is just another chore for you. Speaking of which, there’s mutton fry and some potato veggies for lunch today. I can’t wait for the clock to strike 1:30 so that I can get my tummy’s worth of food.

Rains also take you back to your childhood. I remember going to school sometimes soaking wet as we used to get caught in the rain just before reaching. Once we were within the school premises, while with our friends, it was a different thrill to dry ourselves and our books and bags with not a care in the world. Sometimes I feel we were more independent then than now. Although I still hate getting out in the rain, I don’t mind a little drive in my car. This weather makes you do so many things differently and also makes you miss your family and friends a lot. Some of the most treasured moments have been staying indoors on a rainy day. As a family, we used to play board games for hours and mum usually made us something interesting to eat. It was a perfect combination! Although whenever my father was home, he used to enjoy reading his paper, sipping on some tea and just gazing out of the window, breathing the freshness of the mud.

I can go on and on about this but my tummy is starting to growl and a delicious meal awaits me. I am signing off for now, but I will be back soon 🙂