Love, Is Only Human

May 7th 2008

It was a sunny morning at the beach. I laid out the beach sheet, a perfect hue of blue to match the warm blue of the ocean.
I inhaled the air, and exhaled a sigh basking in the scent around me. The fragrance of the salty air and dripping sweat. How enchanting.
My thoughts drifted to the warm drink in the trunk. I had to force my mind out of it.
No, Ryan. No.

I looked around. I could bet there wasn't no one like me here.

And then, I saw her. Perched on a red beach spread, gazing at the teens playing volleyball.
The gaze. Yes.
It was too good to be true. I wanted to laugh it off, yes. But the gaze wouldn't let me do so. I could recognize it anywhere. So primal, and yet so raw.
I walked over to her, sat beside her and started gazing at the teens, like her.
It was her turn to laugh it off. Only, my gaze wouldn't let her.

We had dinner together that night.

Three years later.

May 7th 2011
We own a beach house, very close to the sea. Married. A baby on the way.
We were at the beach, again. Teens playing beach ball.

And like three years ago, set out to hunt and celebrate what we call, Love At First Bite.

Food is love, and love is only human.

Layers

A man, usually is made of many layers of his consciousness. A woman, layers of mystery.

And me? Layers of people I've picked up as I tread along.

We met at the bar, Mr. S and me. I've let my eyes do the talking ever since.

Two hours up, and I'm at his apartment. We're trying hard.

They say sex exposes your innermost self. Yes, I've known more about Mr. S in the eleven minutes than the two hours at the bar.

Thinking about whether he'd know me?

I just get better at being mysterious every time I'm naked. Layered, as I like to call it.

But what's life without a rain check.

So, I ask him as I pull my stuff together, planning to leave the apartment;

"Hey Mr. S, have you ever fucked a serial killer before?"

Enchantment Who?

Life in the backdrop of the rains is something else.
Specially for someone who'd come to live when the heavens leak awesomeness.
In case you haven't noticed, it's me the Gulmohar.

Maybe I enchant a lot of you, a lot of others, and hey that's good to know.

But today, in these rains, I just need to tell you,

I enchant myself.

The Bond of Threads, Processes and Other Strengtheners

Overdrawn. Yes.
Delayed. Yes.
Intensity of feelings faded? No.
Distance related issues? No frigging way!

Again, this ain't about some guy. This is for you Shweta Nadkarni, a.k.a Tweta!

This one was long overdue for you Shweta. I miss you. Hell, yes.

Something about the pic : This was taken during the last days of engineering. Fun week. The day we all dressed as kids.
This one's an excerpt from a super PPT Tweta had created for me on Friendship Day. The best gift I ever received.

Friends make the journey worthwhile. Noted. Celebrated. Awesomeness!

The Mountains, It Will Be!

Sometimes, you just know it. Sometimes you're close. Sometimes, it's a conspiracy. But, you know.

I get asked, how can you be so sure, so perfectly affirmative about 'the knowing', and then the smiles take over.
Oh no, it's not love, definitely not this.

I've turned nocturnal and serious. I talk more sense ever since I graduated, like some exponential wisdom gained. I would have to mention it was similar to my Klout score increasing to 62 from 53 in one night. No, seriously!

The real question: What's with me and mountains?
The answer should be: Inseparable.

And yeah, the above's a real click. Manali. The place which has memories so strong, I could attain Nirvana/Salvation every time I close my eyes and think about the same.
'The knowing' starts here.

And apparently, it will end here too.
This post will go viral in my mind; and I'm not too keen on divulging any more details.

Subtlety, is the word here. :)

Words. Only.

Hello.
Post. New. Talk. Words. Only.

Day. Describe. Boring. Lazying. Twitter. Love. Snooze. Studies.
World. Mine. Different.

Conversation. This. Pictures. Sequence. Motion. Gap. Mystery. Interpretation. Try. Dual.

Dream. Holiday. Mountains. Snow.

Ditch. Friend. One. Every. Stab. Recover. Negative. Fall. Infinite.
Songs. Rain. Pain. Cleansed.
Beginning. New. Wait. Wait.
Again. Fall. Now. Puddle. Relief.

Promise. Myself.
I. Me. My. Mine. Myself.
Universe. UNSHAKEN.

Sloth You Are!

Philosophy was the crunch of my life, very subtle crunch.
I could crack it open without losing the flavours that governed the aura of my surroundings.
Deep thoughts with superficial actions, that’s how I defined myself most of the time; and I never found the exact term to define it, until he finally blurted it aloud!


Say what?

I met him as usual. It was the beach side.


“Baby, how is your project progressing?”


“Perfect!” I replied.


“Oh! Nice, so has the testing and integration phase been completed?”
My first reaction was my most loved gesture, the raised brow. I let out a naughty giggle. I cleared my throat to speak again; I knew this was going to be long.


“Did you know I was a perfectionist?”
He looked puzzled, that was quite expected.

“Perfectionist? You must be kidding me!”

“Alright, I’ll explain. There are two kinds of people who embrace the term perfection. The first kinds are the trivial perfectionists, who leave no stone upturned in completing anything and the second…”


He cut me short. "There is a second kind too? Wiki needs to know!"


I slammed him back, “Thank you for the sarcasm, now would you like to listen?”

“Sure!” Though, the look on face was more of a mocking one.


“And I was talking about the second kinds who start something, but have to terminate the same due to certain reasons.”

“That’s perfection baby?”

“Hell yeah! It works on the principle of ‘All or Nothing’! Either you remain in state 0 or completely move over to state 1. It’s a digital world honey!”


“Bah!”


“Nah, it’s supposed to be wah!”


And that’s exactly the moment when he finally got me the synonym of the conversation we had!
'SLOTH YOU ARE!'

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"I Hate Green, But Love The Shades!"

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