His and Hers

His late nights and her early morningsHis algorithms and her prose,His wheat beers and her freshly brewed coffeeHis daredevillry and her gentle poise. Her curly crown and his sparse dome,Her varan bhat and his chole naan,His mince no words approach and her diplomatic charm,His facts and her fiction. Her black mole and his dimpled cheeksHis rock and roll and her classical soul. It took (her) warm summers and (him) cold dark winters.(His) Optimism and (her) discipline.To realise that Marriage was not about keeping (our) scores but (our) musical symphony.Taking turns to play a melodious harmony. 24 November 2019

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In Praise of Pessimism

Sorry to bring in a sinister mood on this rose- tinted day like today. But whilst we are rejoicing in name of Love, Hope and Optimism, let us also take note of our most frowned upon term called Pessimism. I am not really for the good morning, motivational Monday quote.If you love the job, you would do it even on Sunday afternoon! Generally I appear to be this happy, sunshine soul but I am also somewhat a defensive pessimist or a strategic pessimist. Well, to start with I have studied accounting and law. So forward looking statements rule my life.Tighten the wording around a clause in contract. Have sufficient provisions been made?I am definitely the ant who saves for the rainy day. I usually have plan B’s up my sleeve as I check off my to do lists.What is a strategic pessimist? Ok, IT wizards and problem solving engineers, take a back seat. Here it is:1. Always assume for the worst : Health or Relationships, Exams or Career.2. Lower your expectations: He is going to forget that gift, anyways! Or, I think I may just make it to a Pass grade.3. Over prepare: Yes, three desserts as options. ALWAYS.4. Take calculated risks: Common sense over complicated maths. So Pessimism is not really all doom and gloom, but when in England, carry your umbrella. 14 February 2020

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Nirop- A Farewell

I have a geeky confession to make. I have practised writing numerous essays as a preparation for the 10th board exams. One of the most annoying topics, which I found then was one called “Shalecha Nirop Ghetana” (Saying Goodbye to School). My version was definitely one of the plagarsised ones with some heavy words of losing the safe place and entering the big bad world thrown in for the special effects.I was too under equipped emotionally to understand what it truly meant. I was simply excited to get an opportunity to dress up in Mum’s sari, click pictures and have a day off studies on the Big day.But since then, I have been a party to so many ‘Nirops’.The ones which we left unsaid,And the ones where we all cried in turns consoling each other.There were some where I had sworn not to see that person’s face again.Whereas some were only temporary, restless ones even though knowing that I would see the person the next day yet again!The Wedding Bidai is losing its place in the modern world.The workplace ones are indeed interesting. You have a gut instinct on who exactly is feeling the loss and why.The airport ones are most genuine now. There is an annual ritual of those for me.What about the ultimate farewell called the funeral? How would a 15 year old know about this constant heartbreak? 31 January 2020

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A Recipe for Love

Have you ever looked at a person and wondered who is this person?As in, who is the person really? That little toddler who is trying all antics to grab your attention. When he wobbles to give you his ‘pretend tea’ and gives you a toothed smile.And you pull him towards you to give him a hug? A friend whose sense of humour encompasses the room. Have you paused in the spree of laughter for a second and wondered what makes her so funny? Or simply sang along in an impromptu duet with an acquaintance in a party with a knowing smile and awkward glance at them? Have you gulped down bowls of your favourite food which your mum has painstakingly made? Then wondered, how could she do it all? Have you fallen in love those moments? Look more intently, give your attention. You will be in love, yet again! 15 December 2019

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An Ode to Summer of 2017

Please Stay!Don’t leave now,your warm tenderness.The many a picnics, sweet berries and stories spun on a glorious day.Of yellow linen dresses and stolen caresses,As my eyes twinkle in your bewitching mellow rays.Blue clear skies which pierce my carefree soul,the taste of mint o choco cream,as I humm your songon the crisp evening stroll.I know Autumn beckons with its promise of […]

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