Been There Before...

Yesterday was a complete sense of déjà-vu, of re-living the past once again.

Yesterday: The long drives, holding hands, a meal shared, haven’t we been through this before? I watched the rain trickle down the window, so close I can almost feel the water seep through my skin, touch my soul. Curled up my feet safely on the seat, felt the warmth.

Watched the sole leaf stick to the window. Doodle your name across the window, again and again...

Yesterday, I thought I was drowning - back in the memories of times together; the meals shared; the flowers that brightened my day – were they orange, were they red? I watched the rain grow heavier by the second, lashing out at me, and I enjoyed the feeling, the coolness of it.

Yesterday, I saw snippets my life go by, in a flash. It all seemed like a lifetime away. The magic of the moment is suddenly over, like it never was.

I can’t believe ‘we’ happened; I can’t believe it ended... I don’t think I ever will…

Believing in Wonderland...

Christmas time makes me wish I was kid again. The years when we believed that Santa does climb down windows and fairies do take us to wonderlands.

We were kids then – my sis & I. Setting up a Christmas tree with a shining star, hanging our red socks by the window with our names on them, sure that Santa would leave us a gift and a note. Unfailingly, for years… And one particular note always comes to my mind, no words forgotten – ‘Since it was very cold, I could not come down the window. So I am sending you some money to buy whatever you want. Love, Santa.’

So we all knew that Santa was no one else but dad & mom. But it was such a comfort to live in the magic of the moment.

Years gone by and I still hang my kinda’ worn-out red sock on the curtain near my window on Christmas eve. Maybe it’s habit, and a dash of hope, that I check it the 1st thing on 25th morning. Of course it’s empty. Santa wouldn’t possibly walk in to my room to stuff it with gifts & trinkets. It makes me sad. And breaks my heart...

I wish time stood still… I wish I were back home again, back in time, in the magic of the moment…

My Ipod & Me

It's a part of me, no doubt, my Apple Ipod Nano! Gifted by my sis, it’s a sleek silver thingy. I admit, I’ve never been a gadget-gizmo freak, and was almost afraid of taking it out from the white cover – scared that I’d undoubtedly do something that’ll destroy it. I-tunes scared me & I was afraid of carrying it around for fear of losing it! Until one fine day I thought – WHAT THE HECK, plugged it in, downloaded & transferred songs (stayed up till 4.00 am downloading music) & that’s it!

It’s been a constant companion during my train ride days to and from work, sticks to me when I am hanging in the bus waiting for the crowd to move ahead, and when I am digging into my favourite pasta. It’s great when I want to shut off the world and its constant noise, which is just about all the time. I hate anyone interrupting me in the middle of my favourite numbers – I realized I even sing better when I have the ear phones plugged on!

The only times that make me keep it aside – when I am napping, watching tv or reading.

It’s one of the few things I really can’t do without and I so wish they made waterproof ones! Is Apple listening? :)

Dear John...

Well! So I dig romantic novels & almost hate to admit it :) I need my one-in-a-while dose of sappy, mushy romances and the latest I am gushing over is Dear John by Nicholas Sparks. It delves into the lives of a dropout-turned-armyman John & his love Savannah; an attempt to retrieve Savannah's lost bag that brings them together; their times spent with each other; walking by the beach; the insecurities; & finally one of the several 'Dear John' letters, that breaks a heart and changes lives.

I'd hate to play the spoiler, so for all those who are romantics at heart, read this.

A Beach-y Holiday

OK! So I finally found a place that's truly beach-y! Welcome to Manori, some 7 minutes ferry ride away from Mumbai's Marve area. I must admit, I was expecting some typical coconut trees fringing a vast expanse of blackish water that we’ve all started identifying as the ‘sea’. But Manori’s definitely a lot more than that.

Made up of sea and sand, interspersed with red-tiled white washed bungalows, Manori was my answer to a serene ambience close to Bombay. We were a group of some 18 people, staying in a rented bungalow Rockdale. Walking up the gravel-lined walkway brought to my mind that the place does live up to its name. Its walls are covered almost entirely in medium-sized rocks – someone must have had the foresight to create a bungalow for weekend holidayers like us.

The holiday was sessions of barbeque, a bonfire night, games, songs and grooving to the music and the all-time favourite game of UNO! And mother of all surprises was the beach. Pristine and empty even on a weekend. Just the kind of place I’d love to rediscover myself! As I walked up to where the water reached my knees, and climbed the rock in the middle, I must have looked like the queen of the world! :)

Day 2 was a quieter session, walking through the famed Manoribel Resort, which, with its hammocks completed the recipe of the almost perfect vacation! I occupied No. 109 and guess the only missing element was my Ipod & current read! And the beach leading from here felt like a mud spa, or some kinda’ foot reflexology.

In more than one ways, Manori reminded me of my 1st trip to Phuket, Thailand with its serene and un-crowded beaches. And I will go back – for the sea, the cottages and the hammock wherein in lay and dream away…

If - Bread - Haven't heard something as soothing as this in a long long time...

If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show the you I've come to know.

If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you,
You're all that's left me too.
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me.

If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.

If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away...