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Monsoon: too late or too soon?


It was drizzling since morning but by the time she was done with her lunch it started to rain heavily. She went outside to feel the air and light breeze. The moment she stepped out on the rain-soaked patio, she knew she will have a tough day. Monsoon always had that effect on her. There was a time when she simply used to get mesmerized by the pleasant weather, pitter patter of rain drops and the sweet heart breaking fragrance of the damp soil. Now she feels sad, she misses the love of her life and regrets that why dint she tell him about her feelings and why dint she ask his name?

This was the same hotel, same city where she met him 2 years back. They met at the Hotel disc. She was trying to order a Dirty Martini but bartender was way too busy to even give her a glance and the blaring music made it more arduous. Out of nowhere from crowd, he jumped in and literally ordered for her and gave the bar tender 20 bucks for a 10 dollar drink. She thanked him and they started chatting, she actually liked him. Somehow she was not feeling any inhibitions from him and the result was she was sharing almost every tiny little detail of her life, her thoughts, her family and friends .

It was 3 in night when they had to leave the place. Both of them were in no mood to go their respective rooms. They were drunk, after the Martini sessions and tequila shots. Booze was doing all the thinking & talking for them. Before they knew they were sneaking out on the stairway and in no time they were at the rooftop of the hotel. Rooftop had a garden and a beautifully lit gazebo which was reserved for special occasions. It was raining and it began to gain momentum and smacked them with all its might, piercing them through and through, from head to toe (they preferred rain over brightly lit gazebo)…………

He saw her by the bar trying to place an order. That beautiful gorgeous girl, 2 years ago, who caught her attention not because of the beauty she endured but the charisma that engulfed her. Dressed in plain black cowl neck dress with her hairs tied up in a neat ponytail and the only jewelry she was wearing was a red ruby ring in her right hand. Confidently standing in her high red and bronze heels and clutching her tiny bag in one hand she was trying to get a drink. She was oblivious to his gaze, but he was very much aware of her presence and the fragrance of her perfume was simply intoxicating.

Before he knew he was buying her the drink. She turned towards him and thanked him. He knew he was drawn to her. She was intelligent and smart. He was getting more and more attracted to her. A feeling of inexplicable longing came over him as a thrill ran down his spine. Talking to her was so easy, he was conveying whatever was in his heart that too without any hesitations. They had their drinks and then couple of shots. He dint even realize the time till he heard the DJ announcing that the bar is closed and everyone needs to leave. He dint want the night to end.  He was drunk, she was drunk but he was intoxicated by her beauty.

They ended up at the rooftop garden of the Hotel. He dint know how the door to the garden got unlocked, may be his luck was on his side. It was a rainy night. Though the stars were concealed by the pitch darkness, but he could easily see the twinkle in her eyes. Both of them were suddenly soundless, only thing they could hear was: whatever their hearts were saying. Both of them knew the night will be one of the most unforgettable nights of their lives and the moments will be cherished throughout their existence.

Since that morning 2 years back when they parted their ways he regretted not conveying his feelings to her. He was never able to forget her as she became a part of his heart, the girl with whom he shared the most beautiful moments of his life, the girl about whom he knew everything except for her name and contact. He tried to forget her but more he was trying to forget, more she was hovering over his thoughts and heart.

Finally he gave in to his feelings and decided to visit the same hotel on the same date when they met for the first and last time. It was his last night and tomorrow he will be leaving. He was unable to bear her absence from his life. To drown his sorrows he went down to the bar and ordered a drink. Just when he was about to pay a hand came from behind and offered 20 dollars for that 10 dollar drink.

There was no need to turn back and look who was buying him a drink, this was the fragrance he can never forget and the ruby ring which caught his attention.

He knew this is the beginning of a very beautiful life.

A-)

(re blogged)

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Jan 14th: Pick one..


Today I was wondering if at any point in my life I have to pick one out of two options then which one will I choose.

Option 1:  Choosing something that makes others happy and I may or may not be or

Option 2:  Choosing something that makes me happy and others may or may not be.

I guess we all get to face something like this once (if not more) in our life time.  If I know myself then I will always pick option 1, not because I have to but because I can never stay happy if others around me are not.  Now it may sound little self- aggrandizing but that is the truth.

Whatever I have heard from my friends and family and whatever I know about myself the truth is giving something to someone comes naturally to me,  but frankly telling you I just can not share my movie popcorn :-). Sorry no giving in that, if you will make faces while sitting next to me I will knowingly ignore you. 🙂

But when it comes to bigger matters then I automatically pick option 1,  in fact that’s what I have always done and that will remain my default choice forever. I may regret my choice once a while but seeing others satisfied I will console myself and move on. Now I am not suggesting anyone anything and its not that, that I love to suffer or something but this option is an automatic choice for me.

You may pick option 2 and I totally get that,  after all we all live for once and staying happy through out our existence is our foremost priority. That’s the only reason we want to earn more money,  be successful professionally and personally,  loves to do charity, have hobbies etc.

Anyways, I was wondering about it and that is why I ended up writing about it. So whatever option you pick, pick one that will  make you happy  at the end of the day.

I find happiness when I see others smiling because of me  🙂 !

Jan 13th: Lohri and nostalgia…


Lohri,  an Indian festival which falls on 13th January, is a very popular winter festival of north India. Lohri basically marks the end of winter season. There are lot of folk tales associated with the festival but the most famous is “Dulha Bhatti” song.

During the day, children go from door to door singing folk songs in praise of Dulha Bhatti, a thief in folklore who helps the poor and fights for their rights. These children are given sweets and savories, and occasionally, money. These collections are known as Lohri, and they are distributed at night during the festival. Some may be offered to the sacred fire. Peanuts, popcorn and other food items are also thrown into the fire as an offering to the God of Fire, Agni.

This year’s Lohri is making me nostalgic.  I remember when I was with my family in India,  we used to have so much of fun. There would be lohri celebrations, many a times we had to attend 3 parties in just one evening. Lots of popcorn,  peanuts and sweets would be distributed among guests after offering them as Prasad to the sacred fire.

We used to dance around the holy fire and sing lots of songs.  I still remember how I used to enjoy the warmth of the fire in pitch cold weather. What a relief it used to be.  Before leaving for the party I used to cover myself with sweaters, jackets and what not but by the end of the eve only woolen that stayed on me was a Shawl, all thanks to dancing and fire. 🙂

I miss my family so much when any Indian Festival comes and goes.  We do try and celebrate all the festivals here in USA as well but the real essence of the festival is always missing. One of the many reasons behind this is missing family members.

May be one day we will pack our bags and go back, to be with our family. 😦

“sigh”

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