Today's talking point? My silence.

In the 365 days that make up each year less that I get with my father, I regret to confess that on 300 of them, "Hi dad. Bye Babes." is the only conversation we exchange. Make that 300 and 30. It's been like this ever since I started accounting for my age in two digits. Once in a while, the occasional, "The internet is not working", "the car needs petrol", and the "what eggs for breakfast?" wiggle their way in. The devil's share heavily out-weighs the angel's. 

For years, I've hoped this would change. For years, change has hoped I'd take the initiative. Let's hope that this year, change and I will make a compromise so that I can at least fill a chapter of pages in my brain with meaningful conversation with a person who I respect, admire and in silence, love.

Jollyday

I believed with all my heart and body and soul that when I came back from 9 nights in Rajasthan, the words would flow. I had to settle for lines, and in retrospect, am happier so.

Love letter to a lost cause

Inspiration, you pretentious bitch. Wipe away your fakeup, take a mood-fixing bubble bath, make yourself people-friendly and stop hiding in dark corners, hoping to be found. Let me see you in the mirror. Let me wake up next to you. Let me stand under your friggin’ umbrella; Wear you like Iron Man’s armour; Bless the day I found you. Dedicate blogposts to how you've made me simply legendary instead. For fuck’s sake, what are you waiting for?

love Love

I love love. It makes the world yellow.
I miss love. I wished it away.
I had Love. He made my world yellow.
I wish Love, that I could stay.

shattered

You idiot. Never ever ever scare me like that again.

We were laughing. Talking about nice things. And to see you there, in front of that...Let's just say I've never been more wide-eyed in my life. Everything slowed down. Including you. And my feet felt glued to the ground. And all I could do was scream.

What surprises me, is that you weren't even aware that it was heading straight towards you. It's quite an appalling thought...that danger can not only sneak upon, but hurtle towards even someone as observant and tuned-in as you, without being detected.

I'm just glad that the higher powers were on our side. And that you were gifted that extra second.

The spectacles were a good lesson though...that one minute you're a part of somebody's life, and that all it takes is just one measly unfortunate second to be broken and turn useless.

Idiot.

Shelley and I - snapshots

Rivka and I - the truth