Y - You

You.

I picture you by my side, wrapped up in a blanket together so that your warmth keeps me cozy even as my nose is nipped by the chill of the night. I get comfortable on the bench and pass on the mug of hot chocolate after taking a sip. While you look at my face and laugh at the milk moustache I have given myself. I scowl at you, making you laugh harder. Sundarikutty, you say. And we unpause The Red Wedding and watch with rapt attention. Together.

I picture you pulling a T-shirt on to go fetch milk to make me some tea on a lazy Sunday morning. I slide onto the kitchen counter and cross my legs while you wash the vessels I used last night and potter around the stove to get the tea just right, just the way I like it. You entertain me with your constant chatter till it’s time to hand me my mug and then wait quietly for me to pronounce the verdict. When I don’t, you say chai kaise bani hai and I say bohot acchi hai in between slurps and then you start sipping your own between torrents of words that I’m only half-listening to.

I picture you standing at the altar, grinning from ear to ear with happiness, with your brother by your side and your parents at the pew. You turn around to look at me, your smile falters just a bit and your eyes widen just a bit. I take my place by your side and think if it is weird that I know everything that you want to say but are not saying it because Father is standing right in front of us. Especially the thoughts about the cut of my neckline. I’m just glad I’m the focus of your attention today.

I picture you sitting on the rocking chair with the child on your lap, your wrinkled hands tapping the screen impatiently as the child stops you and teaches you how to tap it right. You sigh with frustration and remember a time when I used to frustrate you with my know-it-all-ness – about how I have always been the one who’s good with the gadgets. When I walk in with your evening dose of medicines, you take it from me and give my hand a squeeze to let me know that you are thinking of me.

I picture you standing by my grave. I want to tell you not to waste money on the elaborate flowers you have brought for me and you suddenly smile through tears as if you can hear me. You stand by my side long after everyone else is gone, just like you always have.

You. My life.
Everything started with you. And everything ends in you. 

I dedicate this to K and her G, my wedding present :*

P.S: This is the kind of love I want for myself. Sigh.
P.P.S: I'm allowed to be sappy once in a while. I am. I AM. Hmph. 

Handmade By Carousel - Giveaway: Coz She's Cool Like That (:

Every day of our living, our existence, is filled with emotions, a plethora of them, that take us high, riding the crest of the wave some times while burying us deep under fifty feet of crap, sifting through muck at other times. And as someone who has had a fairly reasonable amount of experience in, well, living, which included several billion sessions of introspection and over-thinking and philosophizing, I have learnt that:

1)    The greatest joys are not necessarily the extravagant ones – the new pair of Zara pants might make you happy but that hand-made card that your little sister gave you for your birthday is infinitesimally more precious.
2)    Little victories are the ones that keep you going – you could have a big, fat promotion and get a raise but the ‘good job’s and the ‘great work’s which come your way on a daily basis that make you want to do better.

Which is why small miracles delight me and small victories and milestones mean a lot.

On another note, when I came to the blogger world, I met a lot of people – some like me, some different, some pretty, some vain, some strong, some pretend-strong but some people, a special set, always remain with me, in my thoughts. I never really reach out and talk to them but random words, things, places set off memories related to these people who I silently admire/love.

One of those people, a pretty girl with pixie-like hair and an infectious smile, who I imagine to have a soft voice and twinkly eyes, started something beautiful this time, last year. Something that I’d love to do but I’m no good at. Something that is pretty, darn cool.


Where am I going with all this?
Presenting, Carousel by Twisha.
Go check.

I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t love those pretty, pretty things that she comes up with – classy, subtle, delicate yet oh-I-want-that-so-bad things that you didn’t have before but now that you have seen it, you don’t want to live without.

Let me illustrate – I saw a multipurpose box on the page and I knew I wanted one. So after a few messages back and forth, this is what I got.

You can only imagine how much I jumped up and down when this came in the mail. And I can only imagine what colleagues would have thought of a grown woman jumping up and down without any lady-like restraint. But this reminder of one of my favorite possessions in the world, my blog, on a box that holds what’s most dear to me is something that I will always be thankful to Twisha for.

Handmade by Carousel turns one today. And Twisha is that generous soul who is having a giveaway at her place.


Pretty cool stuff up for grabs. You could win: 

1) This Fashionista Multipurpose Box

2) Or A Personalized Tea-Light Votive

 3) Or This Personalized Multi-Purpose Wall Hook

Participate in the rafflecopter thingy below, spread the word and fall in love with beautiful little things that spread a little cheer in this grumpy world. Go on!

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I wish Carousel and Twisha, the very best… 
To many more tiny miracles and small victories which make a huge difference.