Journeying Through Life Alone

He & She... An Everlasting Friendship...

2016-12-31T11:30:00.000+05:30

When He & She got talking...

He: How's the cat today?

She: It's found love. It's found a girlfriend.

He: I was talking about you.

She: * wide smiles*

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She: So where have you reached??

He: I'm nearing Tundla,U.P.

She: Hey have you heard about Tundla kebabs?

He: It's Tunde Kebab. ;-)

She: Boo Boo *hides face*

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He: Hello ma'am...

She: Hello hai.

He: Check mail I have sent you the project details. Go through.

She: My project. My Final year. And I am in no mood to talk study.

He: *wonders*

She: What are you wondering about?

He: So the Project is about...

She: *Escapes*

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She: So what's up dude?

He: Listening to a beautiful song in a beautiful voice.

She: Female Singer?

He: Yeah ;-)

She: Who? Share the song.

He: *shares audio*

She: Hello that's my sound cloud account.

He: yes!! :-)

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He: An old colleague called to meet.

She: Male or female?

He: Female.

She: Committed or Single?

He: Single.

She When's the meeting?

He: Today.

She: MAINTAIN ONE ARM DISTANCE.

Well there is a thin line between friendship and love... or may be just ..that friendship is love like Rahul said in K2H2.

My only post in 2016. I felt like ending it with snippets of beautiful conversations that are part of all of our lives.

Happy 2017 Blogeville... 2016 will be missed dearly.

Scattered Thoughts : A mirror image of my mind.

2015-07-11T20:16:00.001+05:30

The most "interesting" part of our lives is its uncertainty. Yet we all spend our lives fighting it's nature.
Many a chance do we get to accept the reality to just go with the flow of what nature does to us.

But its hard for us to accept that life cannot be secured at any point of time. One cannot say he/she would want to live for a thousand years and make it happen.

We educate ourselves..take best measures to secure our health..secure lives emotionally and financially ...invest emotions in people.. invest money on things. Build a house..to stay safe and protected. I do not think I need to specify any more.

It seems that the majority of us find happiness in being secure. I am not excluding myself from the list.
While parents want their children to be secured and "settled" before they pass away.. children too perpetuate the same belief for their off springs.

I wonder why do we keep hiding or rather keep running away from the very fact that whatsoever we do at the end of the day we fall helpless in fighting uncertainties of life.

Our rigidity in not accepting change is but the reason of our unhappy lives.
The immense responsibilities with which we burden ourselves. The right or wrong that we decide of everything. The baggage that we all carry on a daily basis without letting things just go. The need for possessing happiness which we think has a pre-derived formula is our way of life.

I would like to point out the rigid formula based lives that we all tend to live and wish to call it secure. Who are we actually fooling? Ourselves? Yes. Indeed.

55 Fiction: Signs & Symptoms...

2015-05-14T19:40:00.000+05:30

Hungry was she always. Ate all the time. Gobbled meal after meal.

My best friend. God bless her.

Gallons !!! No Kidding. Water she guzzled.

My best friend. I love her.

No wonder she lived in the loo.

Said the doctor.. POLYDIPSIA!! POLYURIA !! POLYPHAGIA!! Diabetes had engulfed her..

Not the Third person! It happens to me Too.

2014-11-21T07:03:00.001+05:30

A few things have made me ponder since a last few days and as I couldn't find anyone (or was lazy to search for) who relates to what I feel, I have decided to share it here.

I am not going to speak here like a person who wants to change the world. I would rather like to speak about what I think I as a human being deserve it has no intention of changing the world or for that fact anyone.

I might sound feminist I am very objective and reasonable in what I say. I have kept aside emotions for a while :D

Being a woman or rather being a woman in India is tough. While facing frustration all through our lives some of us become subdued and silent with no voice to speak or protest against what is happening to us while the others go overboard in protesting. Blinded both are in a way.

As a woman I am expected to dress in a certain way, walk in a certain way, talk to someone in a certain way, laugh in a certain way. Well, suddenly it feels I come from stone age because women have changed. They wear what they like or they don't wear anything at all and no one bothers. They walk "Bindaas" they talk "cool". They just rock!!

I wonder how many of those women haven't faced criticism from people around and have been accepted happily for who they are.
Yes! We have to keep fighting to live a life on our terms. Why? What for? Who the hell are they? "kuch toh log kahenge" Just forget it!!!!

Not easy.

Then comes marriage. There is a certain age limit by which a woman should get married else its next to impossible for her to find a GOOD HUSBAND!

After marriage she has to stay at her husband's place and make life worthwhile for him and his parents. if husband stays at her place instead he might not be regarded as a MAN thereafter as he is dependent on his wife and her family .
However there is no problem if he is at his parents' house living on his wife's earning and not even trying to help her with the household chores and to add to her miseries and his MARDANGI (MACHOISM) beating her up almost everyday.

Now if she has plans to take care of her parents' financial needs even after marriage she needs to get permission from her husband. While the MAN needs no permissions at all to take care of his parents and spend money for them. Its an UNDERSTOOD FACT.

Well living in India its foolish to protest against these things people advice you. They even tell you that you will change and become like them. You are bound to.

Marrying a man who asks for dowry is also a compromise. People tell you to compromise.
Well, I still cannot understand how women happily marry a man who asks money for from her parents.Isn't that enough to end a relationship? This is the not so MANLY act. Why are people blinded?

A husband can scold a wife when she is not doing things right. he can censor her dressing. He can comment on her body. I wonder if such women who happily accept such corrections are married to a father figure or an equal ?

I have lot of other things I must jot down here. For today I end with this.

Have a good day.

I Never Thought I Would Write Haikus :P

2014-10-02T08:17:00.000+05:30

An almost empty vessel

food so scanty

four awaiting supper

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the diamond ring

the jewellery shop

the anti theft alarm

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the tiring day

a cozy bed

his warm hug

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The sumptuous meal

a hefty bill

bad stomach upset

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Ps: I hope I've done justice.

Some Things That Make Me Who I Am.

2014-04-13T21:55:00.000+05:30

This morning when I was lying on my bed a thing crossed my mind. From the time I was a little girl a hundred things have been taught to me. Out of them some things I feel make me a different person while some of them make me feel elite when comparing to the rest of the 'crowd'. When my parents corrected me they called it smoothening my rough edges or humbling me. I am just going to jot down a few of them here. You must all tell me yours.

Whenever I said something like " I and my friend did that today" Mum used to correct me asking me to use the "I" only after mentioning the other person. So now I never say things like that anymore and If ever by mistake I do so I know I am making a mistake.
There were times when I was in middle school and while eating with fork or spoon at home I made noise with my spoon or fork on my plate and at that moment I would hear my mother telling me to eat in a civilized way and not to hit the plate and make noise and disturb everyone who's sitting at the table with me.
By the end of my class Five my dad was getting pretty upset about the way I walked. So one day he actually showed me how to walk :P. He made me walk on the squarish tiles at my home step by step. Not that I was getting trained for a beauty pageant but rather he felt how important even the way you walk is.
I knew from KG how to hand over a scissors or a knife to someone. My mum taught me.
My dad always corrected me when I said Scissor for Scissors and Pant for Pants.
Always be punctual.The word punctual means a lot to me. I take it as something for which I am answerable to myself. I learned to be punctual from my dad. It pains to be late which I very rarely am.
When you make a call to someone always mention who you are before asking for the person you want to talk to.
Don't bang the doors shut them properly. Don't keep on ringing the door bell. Wish or greet everyone you know when you see them. Don't make noise when you sip tea or coffee from a cup.

Several other things that are not coming to my mind have influenced me all through these years of my life. I feel blessed to have known a lot of things in depth.

Please share yours.

Thank You

Little Joys ... Life and happiness... Smiles...

2014-03-19T20:31:00.000+05:30

Had a busy day at office today. Got back home an hour and a half later than the usual time. Tiring day... no lunch ...yet I feel like writing this post. There are a lot of little things that bring a lot of positive & happy vibes to us. I am jotting down a few here... I require of you to do the same in the comments section. :-)

I occasionally love to go and open the fridge just to smell the mixed fruit jam . I simply love that smell. ahhhh....
It feels good when an auto wala already knows where you would want to get down without even you hinting him.#How PHAMUSSS ;-)
When your parents come to pick you up from office and then take you for a tea and vada at a nearby place. I love such outings.
When you are tired from office, no autos anywhere to go home, legs too weary to walk and your uncle who's passing by offers you a lift.
When an unexpected gift arrives home with a dual bubble wrap :P
When there's curd rice or Rajma chawal for supper :D #YaYness
When I can fit into a dress I thought was to be discarded because it was too tight.
When at office the aunty brings you an extra cup of tea because you had to skip your lunch.
When raindrops fall on you in a second class Indian railways compartment...bliss. When people shout back in reply to your coo :P when train is passing through a tunnel.
When the neighbour aunty brings you Gatte ki sabji and kadhi for supper :D

I end with my 10. I would want to know yours.Please comment. The little joys in life are to be cherished.

A Tryst with an Auto Wala!

2014-02-28T20:27:00.001+05:30

As the title of this post speaks for me I write further...

The world is full of cheaters and people who try to fool you and make money.

Today I'll tell you a story... a story not new to many.
Life was not easy anyway.
Got out from office late.
Took an AUTO *Enhances the word*
An elderly man was he that drove the rickety three wheeler.
My home is so near (thats how many at my office put it).
He turned his vehicle into a road that couldn't be taken. He took another turn to a lane that was so damn confusing. He turned left then he turned right... I could see the metre reading now showing 17 ( minimum is 15/-) Finally when I reached home it was 22/- gleaming on the metre.
Now there's a catch the old wretched man wanted me to pay one and a half which comes to Rs. 33/-

Now I was so tired so worn out. I didn't want to argue. I didn't have exact change plus he has no right to ask me for a metre and a half. I gave him 31 instead of 33.

HE: I wouldn't take any less than 33.
ME: OK! I'll give you 100 you just return the change.

He returned me Rs. 65 instead of 67. AND THEN I LOST IT.

ME: RETURN BACK MY 100. YOU WANT 33 RIGHT. I'LL GET IT. JUST WAIT.
HE: Why are you arguing with me for just two rupees??
ME: Because It's as valuable for me as it it for you. May be even more. You get it??

I came away. Took the rs. 33 and was reaching him when he said ... ITS 26 now you will have to give me 26 +13 = 40
AND THEN I COMPLETELY LOST IT.

Kept his money on his auto seat and walked back home.
I still haven't cooled down.

These are a disgraced community. I totally hate them. I feel so angry that they cheat people. They call themselves public transport and don't stop when you need it urgently. They take you through long ways and charge you extra. How dare they?

ps:) My blog is the best place for me to vent out. Thank you for the patience :P
pps:) Image courtesy Google images.
ppps:) please overlook the grammatical mistakes :D taking my mood into consideration.

Please do attend my Wedding.

2013-09-19T20:17:00.001+05:30

Marriage? Hmm...

Everyone gets married. One day I too might.

Whoever is reading this might just wonder how come I suddenly raise this topic..
Let me tell you why.

This morning while I was walking with my parents we happened to pass by a marriage hall and then the discussion began...

I was just explaining to my Dad how people opt this marriage hall out as it can accommodate only a few hundred people while their guest list exceeds that.

He suddenly told me but we can surely opt for this as we won't have more than a thousand people for your wedding..

I went on to say who's getting married here?
I'd want to do a court marriage was my reply.

And what about the reception? That we can arrange here he told me.

I wasn't very happy with the idea. I told him we'd rather keep a dinner for people who cannot afford even two meals a day. A banquet for them.

He was very pleased.

I added to the idea that if at all we want to call people for a reception we'd call only close relatives from both families and a few close friends because anyway others won't come for my wedding as I don't go for theirs.

Mom of course added, "How can you marry like this? You are our only daughter" ...and WE IGNORED HER :P

and the discussion ended. I almost got married!

Coming to think of it I understand how fake our weddings are. We marry in front of a whole lot, a big crowd in much extravagance. We spend lakhs and lakhs so that people might speak highly of the arrangements that are made at our wedding.

Once in a lifetime opportunity it is after all!!! or may be just "What will people think????? IF..."

The perspective is so wrong. People spend so much just to make that ONE day grand. The wedding dress cannot be worn ever again. Is it all just to capture some moments into your photo albums?

We all need to contemplate on how weddings should be.

I have always hated to attend weddings. I hate how people comment on the arrangements done by the two families. How the food is. I hate how people rush for the food as if they are eating something after a year.
More than everything else, I hate the wastage.

This is not how I think it should be like. Marriage is not about how much you spend. It definitely isn't about how many people come for your wedding.

Is this the only way a couple can begin a new life?

Does it in any way enhance their worth as human beings?

"Holy" Matrimony

2013-08-06T16:39:00.000+05:30

He would force her every night, never bother about her needs, her desires, never sit by her when she fell sick

There was another who held her hands and looked into her eyes. Brought her flowers she loved.

"Will you be my woman for life"? He whispered.

She was bound by the "holy" matrimony.

ps: image courtesy Google images.
pps: my first attempt on 55 fiction :)

Men & Women & My "Assistant" :P

2013-07-29T18:36:00.001+05:30

How exactly is a woman supposed to be or else how are most women ?

I recently had a co-worker joining me in the same dept as I at my workplace. Since she was new she behaved as though she was my assistant. She used to do everything that I asked her to do and gradually she became someone I started relying on for everything.
Hey "R" where's that form? where's that file? So what do you think we should do with this? Hey do you remember what was the case with this parent? Gosh!

From A-Z for everything I needed her. So much so that I couldn't do without her.

And when she was temporarily shifted to another department I missed her like hell. I used to call her up and ask about stuff.

No one who saw me then would believe I was even managing stuff alone before her coming. Ha Ha Ha!

This morning I was just wondering isn't this the same thing many women do to men?

Hey dear where's my shirt? Where's my handkerchief? Where are my shoes? The file that I kept here where's it? Can you wake me up at 5 tomorrow morning?? What do you suggest should I ask boss for a hike today itself??

Gosh!! Gosh!!

Women simply rock :D

Ummm Hmmmm part III

2013-06-26T15:29:00.003+05:30

At times you forget you issues your sadness when you find someone who's more in pain than you are.
Life consoles us in strange ways...

Do I Need All That?

2013-06-08T13:21:00.003+05:30

I wonder If I need a new handbag, a raincoat, a new pair of sandals some great party food some new clothes.
I wonder if I need all that when there are so many who don't get a single meal a day.

I know I won't be doing any good to those who don't have by not having any of these but am I living an enlightened life??

I wonder!!
This distresses me deeply.

Harmony, Rhythm & Melody...

2013-03-09T19:56:00.002+05:30

In a casual morning chat with Daddy while one of the Simon & Garfunkel songs was playing he told me how harmony is more developed in Western music, rhythm in African and melody in the Indian and also that we Indians should never feel that our music is superior than theirs because the variables on which we were judging are different.

Well, a little deeper into the thought ...
When I went
I realized a lot of people judge us , define us even when they don't know who we are and how we are.
They judge you on your English when you are good at Chinese. They judge you on your creativity when you are good at sports. Well quite weird, harsh and unjust a world we are in.

Never Mind ...Never Mind...

Hatred is blind.

2013-02-06T13:56:00.001+05:30

In love you make mistakes..
you trust wrong people...
In hatred too, you make mistakes.
You distrust everyone.

Hatred is blind.

That's It!!

2012-12-05T19:12:00.001+05:30

Life 'would have' been simpler if there were no 'ifs' and no 'if onlys' coming your way after every little decision you took.

I DoN't KnOW!

2012-11-22T18:42:00.003+05:30

Strange is this life...

strange is why we go back

to the times that have gone...

times that would never come again...

To just think and smile wide..

To just think and let down a tear...

Silly indeed.

or beautiful??

like a time gadget..

a quick view into what HAD been...

Past is to forget

present is to live in..

and future is to look up to...

How do I believe??

I look up to the past...

if only ..

future would have been similar...

I end..

I DOn't Know

I'm Happy

or I'm not..

Life is Strange..

Strange indeed...

Ummm... hmmmm Part 2

2012-11-08T18:42:00.000+05:30

Two Insights....

You trust someone not because you are stupid but because you choose to put aside all your reason and just believe in the love you have for that person.
In hard times it becomes important to think about the good times you've had. It keeps you going.

Hmmmm....

Umm.. Hmm..

2012-10-25T17:30:00.001+05:30

Lot of things have been going on my mind since long. I'd like to just write them down. That's all I'm planning to do in this post.

Passions that last for a short while are often of uniform intensity. The ones that stay for years and years come with the spikes in the graph and a lot of patience to stick through the plateau period.
The definition of love is still a subject of research.
I wonder with the advancing age do people accumulate hatred in their systems.
The ones that you give to are usually not the ones you receive from.
The sudden love you feel towards someone could be because of your guilt as well.
People who do, don't speak. And people who don't do either ignore you or speak a lot of good.
In the hands of parents and teachers vest the power to make a human being what he/she really is. Friends can't change you permanently. They deviate you to good or to bad.
I can't take people who try to prove themselves to be good at everything. May be I just can't believe that such people do exist. DO THEY?
I tend to catch up with the issues with someone's character and then feel like a cruel step mom who questions her step children's vices. Be it vices or virtues. Cynical I've become towards a lot of people and things.
Adopting not your husbands name but your dad's is a good step. But I wonder why not take your mom's name as well or no surname at all (like me).
Contradicting point 9 I also sometimes feel it's not right of me to blame myself when I think wrong of someone. I could be right. That person could be ridiculous.
Hmmmmm. Dedicating the last point to the quest "So what ya Think?"

I, Then and Now!

2012-10-13T16:26:00.002+05:30

I was a tender being

soft and serene

calm and happy

Then came the first bruise

I cried, it pained..

I thought this is the end

I'm finished..

I survived through...

bravely sharing my strength with others

ridiculing them for being so soft

..and then one day, day after day

cuts, hurt, tears, pains, aches ah!

I survived yet again.

I'm the courage.

I'm the strength.

And today, I stand STRONG.

Dare you DEFEAT me.

Dare you let a TEAR fall off my eyes.

...but I doubt GOODNESS.

I doubt every SELFLESS move.

I shouldn't get cheated after all.

I stand "STRONG".

I stand strong..

SIGH!!

That's what most of us have become. We are afraid to expect. We're afraid to believe.

What to do. That's how the circumstances are.

I shared what I wrote with my dad. After he finished reading he told me that in today's world it's not wrong to doubt people. But then when you doubt people about their good intentions and you feel people who're trying to present themselves as selfless before you could be selfish you should also try to realize that there do exist people who'll not bother about being depicted as selfish in the eyes of the world even when they are very selfless.

There's a point in that.

Be it not before the world but your mother could be the best example of that.

Love :)

Are you Insecure?

2012-10-07T17:17:00.002+05:30

What gives rise to insecurity?

I've been wondering about it since a long long time.
I always thought insecurity is because you have something lacking in you. It might be.
But then who has everything? Or I should say who doesn't lack anything?
We often blame ourselves for being insecure.
We accept that something is really not right about the way you think of yourself or may be with us ourselves only.
What people, well most of them, do is to just distract them with other things and make the pain less(?).
May be they don't have the courage to just face it outright.
Some wives whose husbands are after other women make themselves busy with their kids. Or may be career? Or something as such.
Some men who've very beautiful wives often doubt them, keep a watch on their every move.
I've met people who're insecure about their language, their colour, their figure, their qualification. Well then tell me who's not insecure??

I really don't find it bad to be insecure. It's not a sin. It takes time for people to accept themselves as they are. But then that insecurity does creep in every time you see someone better that you in that particular aspect. Well the reality might be they too are jealous of you and feel insecure on another aspect or may be even the same (IRONY).

Insecurity is somehow the first step of knowing yourself. You need to know what you are. What makes you bow down your head or feel pathetic about yourself. It's an intelligent emotion if you take it in it's stride. "yes I feel bad when someone is better than me in one thing that has been my monopoly". That's ok!
I tell you let it trouble you. It's not for any bad. It's just for liberating yourself.
And yes never try and distract yourself, never try and find something that kills your time and lets you to be away from that creepy feeling for some time. It won't help in the long run.

I've just scattered some insights. Didn't have much time to put it in a better way.
Hope everyone is doing fine.
Love!

On a Good Note.

2012-09-08T08:15:00.000+05:30

Hello Friends!

I've been reading a book called "The Song of The Bird" since last few days. It's not a fiction novel neither is it some suspense thriller. It's a set of small stories may be just a paragraph or two each, to let you meditate upon the insight you get through it for may be a whole day.

I would like to share one with you. It is titled "Very Well, Very Well".

A girl in the fishing village became an unwed mother and after several beatings finally revealed who the father of the child was: the Zen Master who meditated all day in the temple outside the village.

The parents of the girl and a large group of villagers marched upon the temple, rudely disturbed the Master's meditation, abused him for his hypocrisy and told him that, since he was the father of the child, he should now bear the burden of bringing it up. All the Master said in reply was, 'Very well. Very well'.

He picked the baby up from the floor, when the crowd had left and made arrangements for a woman from the village to feed and clothe and look after it at his expense.

The Master's name was ruined. No one came to him for instruction any more.

When this had gone on for a whole year, the girl who had borne the child could stand it no longer and finally confessed that she had lied. The father of the child was the boy next door.

The parents and all the villagers were most contrite. They prostrated themselves at the feet of the Master to beg his pardon and to ask for the child back. The Master returned the child. And all he said was, 'Very well. Very well.'

The awakened man!
Losing one's reputation? Not much different from losing that contract one was about to sign in one's dream.

~Anthony de Mello, S.J

Have a nice day ahead friends.

Cash Depositing Kiosk.

2012-09-02T19:29:00.001+05:30

Of what I've seen of human relationships I'd better wish they'd not existed. I suppose that is what many many people around the world think as well.

We all know how pathetic can human relations be. But then that's what I thought till now keep us going.
If we look into the relationships we build in our life time and not the ones we already get when we are born they somehow out number the existing ones.

That uncle at the shop from whom you buy those two packets of milk. Those people who you meet on the road.
In fact I remember two people I used to pass by when I used to go for work. One of them, on the way, daily used to walk past me with two of her friends. And one day suddenly she passed me a smile and since then everyday whenever we walked past each other we smiled. I do not know what connection that was.

The second a girl who seemed to me to be a little mentally slow (challenged) but then everyday she used to be there at the door to wave at me. To tell you the truth I used to miss her whenever that door was closed.

Train journeys, adding people you meet on train to facebook to keep in touch. Relationships are built in every way.
Today's world is full of online shopping, home delivery, ATMs and cash depositing Kiosks.
Where do we interact?
We rarely interact. We lack in building relationships outside these days. May be that is why we lack in keeping up with the already existing ones.

SAD!!

ps: Inspiration was nothing but the sight of a cash depositing kiosk at a bank.

Inspirational...

2012-08-25T16:36:00.000+05:30

Something inspiring I've brought your way today.
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Two of them I'd like to share of the ones I heard today from two special people I know. Special because it came to me when I most needed it and because it was least expected.

Story 1:

" A man was passing by a house one day, when he saw not a single piece of furniture was there. Surprised, he went inside the house and asked the man he saw there " Sir, may I ask you a thing?" "Yes Of course. Go Ahead" "Sir, I hope you don't mind my asking you this. Why don't you have any furniture at your place? It looks so weird without that here". "You are asking about mine. Where is yours?" "Mine??? I'm just a passer by". "I am the same. I won't stay here forever either".

Story 2:
"A lot of monkeys were playing on the branches of a tree. Jumping, shouting all sorts of gymnastics going on. Just below the tree there was a river. And amidst all play and noise and entertainment one of the monkeys fell into the river. Suddenly all there monkeys stopped their play. There was a lull there. All of them carefully watching the monkey as the river took it with her. As soon as they lost sight of the drowning monkey....they turned back and got back to their play ...all the noise, gymnastics jumping came back to life again"

Life is just passing by..and after we've left the world it matters not much for anyone to keep us alive...

I wish all my days start on this note.

word play ...

2012-08-24T16:45:00.000+05:30

Of special moments...
Of being lost and unaware of vicinities...
Of falling ..
Of losing balance...
Of the warmth...
Of melting away...
Weakening your senses....
.......
No words can define...
No words could ever explain...

Whistling away....
imagining violins all over...

What's wrong??....

I'm just playing with words...
I'd have not confused you so much if I were in my senses...

Love!