anticipation

I stepped out of my house, barefoot and unawares

And felt the dewy pebbles on my feet.

Around me, the birds chirped

Perching on the rooftop of the coop.

This was no poetry; this was real

I even saw the sun peaking out of the clouds and the mountains

In all its splendor, in royal orange mixed with a tinge of crimson red

Its rays fell on my hair, I touched, and it was warm.

I tiptoed towards the wind house

Built with bamboo, and leaned on one of its poles

The star shone down on me

The star we hosted on a bamboo, against the sky

Indicating Jesus’ birthday, the bulb still on.

I looked down and saw men in khaki cleaning the roads and trimming the cherry trees.

I remembered we planted those as part of our school activity

“Cherry trees grow fast” said our teacher,

I now know, he spoke some more facts apart from the school textbooks

I also saw my neighbor, an aunty, pulling out mustard leaves from her garden,

ahh! The seasonal vegetable growing activity I had forgotten

This is December, mustard grows this season, and beans in July

Pumpkins in April and corn in August

While still counting, I heard music coming from the other neighbor’s house
"Joy to the world the lord has come” filled the morning breeze
I sang along in alto.
Another one started at a distance: “jingle bells, jingle all the way”
Jingling aloud for all to hear!
I became conscious: “what if the neighbors complain”?
But remembered that this is how things are here
This is home.
People see no awkwardness in playing loud music,
Especially in this Christmas season.
So with the mixed bag of music echoing into my ears,
I gazed towards the tiny villages on hilltops
Glittering with starlights,
Breaking into day with the sun now rising higher
Warming my body and my soul.

sheep counting

My pillow feels harder tonight as if the cramps on my feet are not hard enough. A heavy tummy after savoring a plate of steak and some guilt, and this heart with some burdens of my own whims, sleep seems afar. I try to think of you but I only see that ‘look’ you gave me when I told you “I miss you”. I’m sure I sound absurd sitting right beside you and missing you. But I do. I long for your care: just a ‘look’ or a gentle touch is what I want. And when you do that, the pillow will seem soft, the cramps will be ignored, feel thin and sleep with that smile on my face. That smile you love.

You see, I’m as simple as that! And you still have the guts to call me complicated.

depression

Like dew drops

Falling off every yam leaf

Is my zeal for life.

moments

I catch myself smiling when I think of the way you tilted your head and innocently told me that I’m not beautiful but cute. And when I gave you that puzzled look, you struggled to come up with your own definition of “cute”. You said it was a combination of beautiful, smart and a charming personality! I vowed never to look up the dictionary for the actual meaning.

haiku

Winter is here!

Time for coal and cold

With you gone

Tears roll down

Burning my bare cheeks

And my heart

But I will

Be healed and held

And be loved.

pics

I'm posting some pictures which cannot be simply stored away unseen in an old computer. These pictures were taken by my friend fat boy slim on a trip to Srisailam (a dam) about 200kms from Hyderabad. But since he doesn't have a blog or any other platform to flaunt his good work. here I take the privilege:

and when the gates open....

It flows!

a hut in the jungle...notice the smoke? I can imagine a mother cooking for the kids outside

see? must be deliciously yummy! :)

reminds me of Wordsworth's lucy..."a violet by a mossy stone..."

into the wilderness...

the rugged road they traveled!! no wonder you came back with your back pain.

this one makes me miss home.

prayer

I wait upon you

for your will to see me through

Sweet hours I decline.

Will you let me be

in your arms? while strength I ask

To rise. Victorious.

Had we but world enough, and time.

Her petite body wrapped in a mauve flowing gown

Lay in a dark, heavy coffin

With red roses and white carnations scattered over her.

The diamond pendant on her neck sparkled

reminding him of the night they shared their first kiss.

Death did not take away her beauty, neither his love, their love.

*the title is borrowed from the poem To his Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell

Hyderabad...still a home for all.

Hyderabad is my second home. I simply love this place. I’ve been here for 7 years and I‘ve only come to love it more and more over the years. This is the place where I found love, discovered the joys of friendship, of eating out, movies, shopping for secondhand books and so much more! I had my two siblings here for vacation when I was still a student. I had the second batch, i.e. my parents and the remaining two siblings last Christmas. And they all LOVE Hyderabad.

My parents sleep in peace even though I’m 5000 miles away from them. When they came here, they saw that I had wonderful neighbors, and friends who love me dearly. They even found the auto drivers “nice.” My dad was so impressed with their honesty and demeanor that he even started to tip them generously.

Now when the city that we love so dearly is bombed and attacked, my heart aches. When they heard, my parents cried not only because they were worried about their children, they were also shocked by the way the safe home had been attacked and shaken. This is the city where they left their footprints, the city that gave them so many beautiful memories to take home. My family prays that Hyderabad rises up from this calamity and once again proves it to be the safe home that it has been for their daughter and so many others.

From the kukkers mouth...

It’s a lazy day and I decided to browse through Kuknalim, a home for the Nagas away from home. This is a website visited by Nagas living outside Nagaland everyday. We get to read all juicy news, or chat with friends and strangers, participate in forums and talk everything from politics to philosophy, religion to technology, sports, music and silly things like “You know you are in love when...” I found this really cute and got some here just for smiles. Have fun :)

People at Kuknalim say:

• You know you are in love when songs seem to have deeper meanings than it earlier did for you.
  
  
• You know you are in love, when you call him up just to hear his voice even though you are still angry with him.
  
  
• You know you're in love when you treasure even a simple conversation with her and keep rewinding it in your mind.
  
  
• When you wish that the day gets longer as you spend time together
  
  
• When you ache for him/her very badly
  
  
• When other women don't make much sense...
  
  
• When other Men don't make sense at all…
  
  
• U takes an hour and a half to finish a 12 page book
  
  
• You don’t know why, but you like spending your entire day with her
  
  
• When your heart can manage to skip a beat!
  
  
• You keep telling yourself, "that special someone is just a friend”, but
  you realize that you can not avoid that person's special attraction.
  
  
• When you come across a field of mustard plants, imagine her, and you want to sing ".....tujhe dekha to yeh jana sanam..." (bollywood style)
  
  
• When you start giving names of your unborn babies and feel no embracement in adding his surname
  
  
• When you get a call unexpectedly from him (long long distance call) and pass the day with that stupid smile on your face
  
  
• When.... All your passwords are related to him.
• When you suddenly become a poet, a lyricist and a fairy-tale author

reminds me of my teenage years :)

shining through

So far, I'm from you.

Clothed in anguish and despair,

I hear you say 'come'

am awarded!

Bellezza nominated me for the "Nice Matters" award and I cannot stop smiling! For all of you who don’t know Bellezza, she is a teacher, has a passion for reading, loves Harry Potter, great with crafting things with her hands, and is now remodeling her kitchen. I’ve been reading her blog for a month now and she has to be nicest person ever (am not surprised she is nominated). She is my first blogger friend and I’m glad I’ve found her. Thank you!

moments in snatches

On one of my visits to the villages in Andhra Pradesh, I saw these beautiful women and couldn't help asking them to pose for me.

she sells peanuts and homemade cookies to school children during their recess

They are the Banjaras; a tribal group in India. What they are wearing now is their everyday wear...I simply love their silver jewelery and embroidered, colorful choli!

She is 60 and glowing!

India is celebrating her 60th year of Independence today. A day to rejoice, a day to retrospect, a day to pay respects to the many souls who sacrificed much for this land.

India is a wonderful nation. I love the culture and I truly admire the fact that in a fast-changing world, she has still not forgotten her roots. A lot about India has changed in the past 60 years, but there is still something called "Indian"--the essence remains the same.

I like India because Indians feel proud to be Indians and whenever they are they do not forget where they belong.

Today the world recognizes her, and garlands her with flowers. I pray India outshines the world!

And I hope that by the time she celebrates her 61st Independence Day, I will have learned Telugu, and be educating those children out there in those villages and make her proud of me.

A very happy Independence Day India!

Black bandanas

The bridge was old. Some moss had gathered on the pathway too. It looked as if it hadn’t been used for quite some time. There was mist around us....But through the mist we could see the branches moving with the soft wind. You had my favorite jacket on and the muffler I knitted for you last Christmas. I had my hair open; every once in a while you had your hand putting it behind my ears. My head on your big shoulders, we were listening to the songs on our iPod.

Suddenly, I saw a group of camouflaged men with black bandanas coming towards us. You pushed me aside and asked me to run… I could not; how could I have left you all by yourself out there? But I heard you screaming GO! Just as I started to run I heard gunshots. Terrified, I turned towards you and saw you bleeding…I started to cry…I tried to run towards you, to hold you… but I couldn’t lift my feet. I was calling out your name…

Just then, my brother woke me up, asking, “Oya, do you want toast or chapatti for breakfast?” I sighed and said “chapatti” and got in for a shower.

I’ve had many encounters with camouflaged men...many of them first-hand... and far too many second hand but still very close to home. And they still haunt me in my sleep. But thankfully, when I wake up, I wake to a normal life, normal work and a normal breakfast.

To all my friends on friendship day!

My life would have been so colorless without you. You have been with me since my childhood days; we remain ‘childhood friends’ any day!

My oldie gangsters! That was one rocking phase. All those full moon night walks and birthday bashes and choir practices. We rocked big time!

I met you in high school in some inter-school competition, and you ended up becoming one of my best friends. I’m blessed to have you near me even today.

It was another competition we were preparing for…we became friends….and even after nearly 10 years of not seeing you, you still make me smile.

I keep wishing I had you as my friend in my growing up years. I feel good about myself when I’m with you. Near or far, you are always true.

I met you guys in college…we became best friends…we rarely get in touch now but I know when we meet we can pick up where we left and that I will always be special to you.

And you! I don’t know where you are now…but those letter writing days! I had not even seen you then, but we shared so much…that’s when I started writing and tried to write well, just to impress you. I hope you are well wherever you are.

I traveled with you on one of the best journeys of my life...I don’t know how you are now but I hope you are happy.

You are now overseas with your husband and I know you are happy being married. Just make sure I’m your first-born’s godmother :) I miss you!

My university babes! I enjoyed friendship with you. The real pleasures of shopping, organizing surprise birthday parties, movie watching weeks, pubbing, long post-dinner walks were discovered with you!

My university dudes…I miss those heart-rending intellectual talks over gops ka chai :)
And of course, the yummy food you guys cooked for us!

I met you girls only for a couple of weeks…but you came into my life when I was in need of some “girlie talk.” That was so refreshing! We remain friends for life.

We took it for granted when we were together. I cried when I heard you were not coming back…but now that I know you would…come back soon…we’ll chill out on weekends, talk and dance till we drop. We also have to plan for my b'day…my makeover…there is so much to do!

Each day I discover more of your sweetness and that I can be myself with you...without having to worry if I'm judged or not. My circle of friends isn’t a circle without you.

You are someone I can come to any day for a hug or a cry. You understand me completely and always have the perfect lines for me. I make a fool of myself in front of you and still don’t feel embarrassed. We can talk about anything under the sun…two years of talking and it only gets sweeter.

And you! My latest friend… it’s such a beautiful thing being friends with you…we are so different and yet we can share so much… our silly happenings, the lil secrets… including green apples and carrots for lunch! You listen to me with that cute smile on your face and just know how to make up for making me angry! :) More than anything… you are someone I look up to.

And now here’s to you ALL “A very happy friendship day”!

Thank you!

moving on...

I saw you behind that big crowd of friends you had. Amidst the sarcasm, pride, and stupidity. I knew you did not fit in there.

I saw you again, this time with that green long sleeved shirt. You looked at me.
I wondered if you had something to say.

Two autumns later, we held our hands and walked through three blissful springs. And as I turned to walk towards my dewy path, I heard you cry.

I hushed you to sleep. Your cheeks still wet with tears.
And I watch you now, for the last time; scared of the world that awaits me without you.
But I must go.
Before the dawn brings another dusk.

haiku

I peeked through the fog

I snatched a sight. And behold!
I loved what I saw.

monsoon

Bike is clean, road’s dirty

The trees look green and happy

It must be the rain.

for my Harry pottter maniacs

guys,

I just discovered this quiz from jen's blog "which Harry Potter character are you? ". It's fun! I scored 45 and that makes me

Hermione Granger :)

43 - 59
You're clever, ambitious, and have enough brains to be in Ravenclaw: You're Hermione Granger, Harry's super-smart sidekick.

Try it out and tell me which character are you in the comments section.

The image is from the Internet

seasonal whispers

Create your own visitor map!

Telugu

I’m into my 7^th year now in Hyderabad. Not one day have I felt the need to learn the local language (Telugu). But as I get into the interiors, meet children in rural schools, I feel a pang of regret. So much is left unspoken.

I decided to give it a try…I’ve never tried learning any new languages, this is my first attempt. The picture below is the white board in front of my desk.

Wish me luck!

phone rings ~papa and mama calling~

Me: Hello

Dad: rubiee

Me: Hi papa! what’s up?

Dad: it’s been long so wanted to talk to you (three days)

Me: yea...I was thinking of calling you.

Dad: Hi Koda? (what’s up) Are you sick? (meaning you don’t sound well)

Me: No…just yimra (meaning cold. seasonal sickness). I’ll be ok

Dad: Did you go around without a sweater late in the night? You must not let cold wind get into you.

Me: papa, this is Hyderabad. We don’t do sweaters here.

Dad: ahh…true …but you must take care. Drink warm water…and mom is saying heat some oil and fry some garlic and drink that. You will be fine in ten minutes.

Me: aaereerrrr Mama also na! Papa please don’t worry I’ll be fine.

Dad: Haoha (ok if you say so) and Hi, thanks for the shirt…I really like it except for the color…

Me: Oh! You don’t like it?…pink is my favorite, and I thought its time you start looking pleasant…you know you’ll look real sweet in that. You wear to church this Sunday.

Dad: hahaha I’m old I don’t have to look sweet. How’s wallie and apok? Are they fine? Do they also have a cold?

Me: No, no cold for them….they are doing great…and they don’t even miss home! I don’t either. *giggles*

Dad: yeah..i don’t miss you either…(I could hear that laughter) I’m keeping the phone...ok? (hanging up).

Me: alrite…and don’t you spend your entire day in the garden papa?

Dad: I don’t! Ok..am keeping the phone.

Me: ok then..bye.

:)

You are a Career Girl!

You may not be a CEO yet, but you're well on your way to success. You take your career seriously, and you wouldn't stop working for any guy! An independent woman, you pay for your own car, clothes, and housing. And men appreciate that - at least, the ones as driven as you are.

What Kind of Girl Are You?

Men See You As Choosy

Men notice you light years before you notice them You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait

How Do Men See You?

i long.

to feel the warmth of your embrace, to see your cheeks curving out when you smile, the moles on your upper lip, those long hard fingers clasping in mine, your eyes when your secrets unfold. To watch the evening turning into night, to watch our shadows nestled in the comfort of our love.

food for thought

My mom cooks very well; she can make a sumptuous meal out of some vegetables. It would actually taste like a meat curry. Despite that, as kids and such brats we were, would crib away demanding for visible meat in our plates. Then my mom in all her diplomacy would say that love was one of the ingredients put into the food. And therefore we were not supposed to complain.

It took us time to discipline ourselves. But today, when I’m invited for a meal by my friends, or my friend’s parents, the food always taste good. Not that it isn’t cooked tasty. But over the years, my mom’s words of wisdom over our dinning table has conditioned my mind that indeed “love” has gone into making that food.

After filling my stomach, I make sure I do not fail to fill my mouth with words of appreciation for the efforts and consideration. Cooking and feeding someone is a very loving and generous act, and must always be appreciated. And after all, it could be me cooking for someone next, and I wouldn’t want people to complain and not be grateful.

The ladies night out was bombastic! I might not come up with a detailed write up but there is something I wouldn’t want to risk forgetting so I’m making a note of it here.

I said we would be talking about our single sweet bosses. My friend from Mumbai had something different to tell us. In her own words: “she was worse than a bloody boy friend!!” (her ex boss happened to be a divorcee 40 something) we rolled!!

One word meme

Stolen from Dolce Bellezza

1. Where is your mobile phone? Desk

2. Relationship? Sweet

3. Your hair? Layered

4. Work? Life

5. Your sister(s)? Married

6. Your favorite thing? Perfumes

7. Your dream last night? :)

8. Your favorite drink? Tea

9. Your dream car? Gift

10. The room you're in? Bedroom

11. Your shoes? Comfortable

12. Your fears? Loss

13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Writer

14. Who did/will you hang out with this weekend? Friends

15. What are you not good at? Patience

16. Muffin? Rarely

17. Wish list item? Success

18. Where you grew up? Nagaland

19. The last thing you did? Brushed

20. What are you wearing? Shorts

21. What are you not wearing? Shades

22. Your pet? Teddy

23. Your computer? Noisy

24. Your life? Vibrant

25. Your mood? Melancholic

26. Missing? Dad

27. What are you thinking about? Home

28. Your car? None

29. Your kitchen? Nourishing

30. Your summer? Hot

31. Your favorite color? Pink

32. Last time you laughed? Today

33. Last time you cried? Yesterday

34. School? Competitive

35. Love? Beautiful

ladies night out

My mind is whirling with images of those Afghan children from the Khaled Hosseini Novel, The Kite Runner. That, and the long list of unfinished tasks. Blogs to update, teachers to meet, text books to read, writing to do, laundry, tables to dust and friends to meet.

I find myself panicking each Friday. Esp. this time with three friends from Mumbai all from different circles, all coming over the same weekend.

But am especially looking forward to tomorrow's ladies night out. This will be a happy one, no nagging about torturous boyfriends. We’ll be talking again about delicious Goa food, and how we love walking on the sand with shorts and halter tops, and that there are no good men around, not even in Mumbai…We’ll be commenting on hair colors and layer cuts, talk about our sweet single bosses.

We will also talk of work, future plans, vacations to take, books to read, families, homes…the food will get cold as we talk away. Then we will take a stroll perhaps, do some shopping and be grooving the rest of the night. That’s when I’ll forget my long list of things to do, and fill my heart with laughter and love of my friends.

illusion

I now count the stars
wear lipsticks and eyeshadows
I think I’m in love.

The hills, slopes and green

Faces I know, hands to hold,

My heart aches for home.

Miss you!

Drenched in the monsoon rain,

Cold in a corner I sit and wait

For your arms, in mine.

trial haiku

I walk in silence

Barefooted, on the soft beach

Walking towards my sandals

purple breeze

I have friends of all sizes, big and small, tall and short. But they all come with that same large sized heart. Sometimes they understand me better than I do, as it is with most people. Sometimes I hear from them what I “need” to hear.

Just when I thought, I was incapable of being a “loving” person again, he tells me:

“Well, you are a very passionate person and expect the same from the other side... when they fall short ... you don't know how to deal with it... you just need to meet that person who is as loving as you are”.

I smiled, and it stayed for a long time.

The Waking

by Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

the memory cupboard

I once dated a guy who was tall. He stood above me by a good few inches. We both loved dancing, esp. those slow ones. But when we danced, my head couldn’t rest on his shoulders. I therefore decided to buy high heeled sandals. I ended up with a dozen of them.

When we broke up, I didn’t know what to do with the sandals. So I tucked them away along with those songs and lyrics, gifts and letters in our 'memory cupboard’ at home beside a pile of dad's old love letters and photos of his college crushes.

It’s been three summers now since I’ve opened that cupboard.

a repost

A couple of months back, an uncle was shot dead back home, out of anguish, I wrote an article and got it posted at kuknalim.com. a Naga website. I got a lot of response through phone calls, comments, and emails. The most touching moment was when aunt called up and told me that she has the article framed beside her bed. I cried myself to sleep that night.

Here it is:

(Originally posted on Saturday, March 31st, 2007)

How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
How many times can a man turn his head,
And pretend he just doesn't see?
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?

Imtishilu, a retired policeman from 2nd NAP Alichen, was shot dead by some unidentified persons while he was returning with his wife from Mokokchung to Alichen...

This happened on the 17th of March 2007. He was from Settsu village. A group of armed men tried to stop the car Uncle and his wife were in. It was already dark, so concerned about safety, Uncle did not stop. In an insanely disproportionate response, the armed men were provoked enough to open fire. Uncle was fatally shot, though he lived long enough to reach home.

Killing has not only become easier in Nagaland, it also has become meaningless, insignificant and rampant. His wife, in shock, incredulous, and looking for any explanation that might justify such a calamity, asked the armed men why they were killing innocent people. Their response? Since Uncle had disobeyed by not stopping the car, he had been shot dead.


A person who was so full of love for everyone, never harmed anyone, probably never punished his children even when they disobeyed him had been shot dead just because he did not stop his car. Ruthless, unforgiving punishment for breaking a rule that had been arbitrarily imposed. What punishment??

When I heard that “Oko Imtishilu is no more” I felt sad that someone I knew since I was a little girl was no more. But what hurts me even more is the manner, the futility of his death. I had only heard of such incidents happening to people I didn’t know or knew only remotely. But this was different. This was close.

Uncle Imtishilu did not deserve to die this way. He was a good man, a devoted husband, a generous and ever cheerful and helpful neighbor, an understanding and loving father. His mistake that evening was not stopping the car. His mistake that evening was to be concerned about his family. Why was he shot? So that someone could prove that they were powerful enough to terrorize ordinary, harmless people? His wife came back home, but she will not be the same person and never will be. The pain, the memories, the horror, will remain.


The funeral is over, relatives are back to their respective places and families, and the neighbors are back doing their regular chores.

Life always finds a way to return to normalcy eventually. But not for everyone. Not for the wife, the children and the grandchildren. Their lives are changed. Pain, regret, and anger overwhelm them in a way no one will understand.

Or maybe someone will. We all know of at least one such tragedy. We all understand. Because the real victim here is Nagaland.

What did Uncle Imtishilu’s death achieve? There was grief, there was fury. And there was the funeral. There was a 12 hrs bandh in Alichen.

Life is back to normal already. But today in Nagaland, normal means fearfully waiting for something like this to happen again, wishing it never will. But it does.

Death is common, and cheap. And our idea of a normal human life, of a civilized society, has been twisted almost beyond repair.

How many more deaths do we need, before we speak up? Before we say that this is wrong? That humans are not meant to die this way. That humans are not meant to live this way. That life is sacred. And precious. And that if this continues, Nagaland will pay a heavy price: If we do not value our own lives, no one else will.

Protest. Speak up. Act. You will probably save the life of your son, your wife, your husband, daughter, friend, a neighbor, or a good citizen of the land.

eight things friends usually learn from me ...

That:

It is necessary to give due importance to appearance as well as appearances, as they have a tendency to seep in and become a part of you.

Be disciplined and active. Life is more fun with some discipline.

It is necessary to respect yourself, so that others will respect you.

It is possible to be suspicious and untrusting simply because you love, and trust. :D

Independence is a matter of doing what you want to, not of showing your unconventionality or unusualness.

Formal occasions are important, and should be treated as such.

Love is not just an emotion, but a formalized relationship with its own set of rituals.

Shopping is an important activity, and one should devote an entire day at a time for it.

If you still haven't, you still aren't not close enough ;)

home

Mon: home of the Konyaks

Nagaland sky

a designer field

Dzukuo Valley (it might remain as a yarrow unvisited for me)

Kohima at night

Mokokchung: the biggest building out there is the Church

and this is how it looks on Christmas :)

photo courtesy: kuknalim.com

a letter

My dearest,

I want to tell you what and how much you mean to me. But the problem is that you mean more to me than you can imagine, or I can tell you. If only it were as simple as looking you up in a dictionary and finding a whole list of meanings!

Our friendship has developed slowly, and the whole process of discovering you, of learning to understand you, of realizing the experiences that have made you what you are, has been truly rewarding.

Your courage awes me, your love humbles me, and your trust, when you do show it, seems like a life-fulfilling, long awaited reward. I remember the early days of our meeting. I have since understood that I did not always speak the language you could understand. I now appreciate the patience with which you listened to me, as I spoke about science, laboratory, language, and soccer and folklores and legends. I have been meaning to tell you that since the day I met you, I have not regretted it ever!

You represent, to me, all things that fascinate me, and all things that I admire. The fact that you have such a different range of experiences than me, and that you are still able to find so much common ground with me. I like your looks, and in fact every little thing that is YOU about you.

I could go on, but letters such as this are impossible to end. So it becomes necessary to enforce a full stop, with the promise of continuation in the form of another letter, soon.

So let me take this day to thank you for being who you are (cute, beautiful, adventurous, short tempered, funny, intelligent, a great shopper.) and for what you mean to me, the person to think about all the time, someone to hold on to and never let go.


I miss you, see you soon!

leisure

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bro's canvas




















my kitchen



























a chilly plant on my balcony























the other side of me.