Top gift ideas for people whose love language is Physical Touch
Poor communication is my pet peeve. So, if customer service does not respond on time or without proper explanation, chances are they have lost a customer. As do people, who refuse to answer messages for a week. If you are busy let me know so that I stop wasting my time on you. The other peeve is people not using […]
Admit it, most of us would be eagerly waiting for the three magic words in our courting days. I am not sure if it was the influence of pop culture whilst growing up or something more intrinsic to human mind. Communication.Undoubtedly, Words are powerful. Use too many without meaning and they become cheap. Use too sparingly and watch the gulf […]
As an empath and a very sensitive person, it is easy for me to pick up cues, needs of other people around me. Find them perfect gifts, say words of encouragement or run an errand for them.However, I did not always appreciate my partner’s ways of showing love. I used to think – How could he forget that I like […]
Underneath the floating clouds,drawing funny shapes in the air.We lay down aimlessly with an afternoon to spare.The Belfry of Petersham at distant,chimes sharp at three.The birdsong, the whizzing bees, orchestrating an afternoon melody.The grassblades whirling like dervishes,reveal that the Gods of Heaven have stopped time.A tummy full of chutney and brie, anda true partner in crime.
एक झाड असाव,खिडकीच्या बाहेर बहरणारएक झाड असाव. नारंगी शालू नेसून भर उन्हाळ्यातमिरवणाऱ्या गुलमोहोराकडेडोळे भरून नाहाळाव.पावसाळ्यात कडक चहा पितानात्याला मिसकीलपणे चिडवाव. एक झाड असाव,खिडकीच्या बाहेर,एक झाड असाव. हिरव्या-पिवळ्या काठपदराच्यासडपातळ चेरीचे पानगळतीतमन जाणून घ्याव.हिवाळ्यात जन्माजन्मांचे वादे नकोतर्वतमानात जगण्याचे धैर्य द्याव. एक झाड असाव,लेकी-नातींच्या विश्वाच्या पलीकडे,खिडकीच्या बाहेर बहरणार.
Grief, they say comes in stages.Engulfing you through darkness of anger, denial, sadness in motions.Science explains how your brain goes haywire. Its clinical, you see. Grief, they say happens to those weak people.Not us. We simply carry on wearing the scarlett pink which covers our invisible bruises. Grief, they say should be over by now. It’s about time.Just like a […]
Mixing, kneading has already been dusted.My weekend beauty sleep has been busted.That occasional clank of the pan withthe soft rattling rolling-pin.A warm doughy waft invites me in. The flour and oil, rolled into a ball so tender.A Phulka, a Paratha, a ghee laden Puran poli, I wonder.I enter nonchalantly and say,”What’s cooking?”Shrinking well below three feet when she says, ” […]
“I had enough of you, control freak!I would rather run wild into the trees.” “I have feelings you see.how will my dreams advance?All you do is eat, drink, party and dance.” “So, my excesses are too much.Lunatic! What about your drama?Your accusations make my stomach clutch.” “So, sorry, sometimes I do act silly,Obsess over things willy-nilly.”“That’s ok, sweetheart, you’re not alone,Even my interiors may hold elements unknown.” So finally, the mind and body gave in.To not understand each other was indeed frightening.They decided to rest their case. Acceptance was the key in this phase. Mindfully, I heard their plea,And I thought this was the best plan.For the mind, body, soul and me. 19 January 2020
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