Day when love lost. Or, won?

Saint Valentine wouldn't have possibly known ever that there would be a widely, and grossly celebrated love-day by his name in the nooks and corners of the world, thousands of years after his execution! Not a firm believer of the day, I always end up celebrating it extravagantly, thanks to my die hard faith in eating out and watching movies!
There may not be the bluest of rivers and the reddest of skies around where I live, but I know I'll find my space in the mad crowd, with my shadow, and celebrate love in my little way. We'll speak a thousand words and hold each other's hands, and sing the song of love, and independence, because to us, love is the emancipation of the soul! Cheers to us!

I am a woman.

I often debated in my mind the privileges of being born a woman. Dashami, 17th October, 2010 perhaps had the answer in store for me. My vermillion smeared forehead and Pranab looking at me with his pregnant eyes made me realise quite a few things in life: A woman indeed is powerful and the power lies not in denying herself the little pleasures in life but in living the little moments and its little pleasures. I am a woman and my power lies in living my life on my own terms but once in a while living the way the society would want me to. And in no time, you will have conquered all! I have often confused my sex with my privileges or rather the lack of them but no sooner did I realise that I am a woman because I have had the privilege to be born a girl to my mother. Flouting the simple pleasures because I refuse to be typecast is silly. In fact, living the simple pleasures just as our mothers and grandmothers have had, makes you rejoice your life as a woman. And yes! The vermilion smeared forehead revealed to me a million unspoken words that day, which Pranab never could have spoken.

Emancipation

That might not be me but it is somebody that I knew when I was too young. I have been chained for long when I did not know how to stand up and I soon realized that it was time for me to stand up and kick it off with a furious might...

So I am here to flag it off to a wondrous glory with the power of my pen.....

Cheers to that....

Superiority

Follow Me...
Don't deny me...
Catch me
Am Falling...

Lead Me...
Be there...
I might not be
Tomorrow.

Life is sweet indeed..........And there is a genie indeed.......

Aladdin was indeed a revelation as a child to me...Have longed to be Jasmine, the wife of the warrior Aladdin…to traverse around the world on his magic carpet...Alas! I grew up and learnt the hoax hidden in such childish promises and I vowed never to believe in Genies and Apparitions...
Then one day came my knight in shining armor and before I knew I was believing in my childhood Genie once again....I asked for the dunes, He gave me the mountains, I asked Him for space He gave me a castle, I asked him for a river He gave me a sea...I asked Him for His company He named His life after me...That's my Genie and I refuse to share Him with the world.....I have grown up and so has my Genie....