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.