I once spent a week in heaven with my guardian angel.
I don’t want my mom to die, no matter what.
After basking in this warmth, I now know why people are so afraid of growing cold.
Drops of sand through time and time again lead me to the promise of my past.
I once dreamt of the very first time my soul mate saw me. It was on a mountain side, in between the shade and the touch of the breeze.
It’s beautiful to admit that you cannot live without someone you love.
Emotions aren’t weaknesses.
I have been very very loved.
“I pray just before its dark. I pray that I can still meet you in your dreams.” There isn’t one time even, that I have not cried when I read this.
Everyone should have a beacon.
Taintedness invariably makes me think sad things.
I have a lot to thank the internet for.
I can never tire of Casablanca.
The thought of my loved ones never finding happiness makes me cry. Not because I can’t believe in life going on without happiness, but because I wish they could all find something precious.
Even if I’m forced to, I don’t get angry, just disappointed.
Knowledge and wisdom are not the same thing.
And I’m tired of the assumption that cynicism alone implies 'experience'.
I don’t understand how what people call ‘love’ is so conditional. To me, that isn’t love.
I cannot live without music, caring, liveliness, meaning and my people. And if I ever had to, it would be dark. And alone.
I like writing what I think about. Though I assume that is true for most people who write.
Having to lie to be accepted is the kiss of death for any relationship.
I am a lot less blasé than my other things imply.
I’m not sure I want to spend my life working for money that keeps me away from the people I would spend it on.
Being a good parent is truly one of the best things you can be.
Doing a good job with a career isn’t as important to me as the former.
My sister just said this, but it can be said many a time again. My mother is an angel.
Sleight of hand and twist of fate.
I’ve seen the living example of acceptance and generosity.
I don’t like pseudo intellectualism, extreme temperatures, conventionality, melodrama, apathy, hypocrisy or quantifying. And I sense them easily.
Having an un traditional family life made it easier for my siblings and I to be extraordinary.
And we also may be suffering from some abominable pride. Haha.
I never knew it was possible to be so comfortable with someone that within moments you feel you’ve known them for years.
It’s so blatant that the world is out to sell you, and make you feel desperate for anything you don’t have.
Stuff stuff stuff. Like a heated in door swimming pool and an iMAC.
Humera is my most endearing best of friends. The kind its always amazing to be as close to in a day as we were 10 years ago.
I was born in 1984 but I didn’t used to feel the presence of 'big brother' when I was young. That’s changed over the years.
Dyeing my hair and having my eyebrow pierced makes me feel cool.
One of my stories of success ends with : I love to look good. It doesn’t come to all of us effortlessly.
Muzna and I. Dosti has everything to do with a meeting of the minds. Not geography and history.
I have an exceptionally high emotional quotient. But just an upper middle class intelligence.
I’ve been told for years that I’d make a good psychiatrist. And a good best friend.
I’m bordering on intolerant with pushy religious people.
I really can’t stand the idea and connotations of the ‘hijab’. Though that’s quite apart from saying I don’t like any people in hijabs.
I am an ENFP (moderately Extrovert, totally Intuitive, moderately Feeling, slightly Perceiving). And I think the way my sister is crazy about this type of personality testing is adorable.
I can go on and on.
I've always had good fortune on my side.
Don't be fooled into the whole being nice and trusting is a bad thing nonsense.
On the other hand, its quite the balancing act to make sure you're not wasting pearls either.
I love to laugh!
My friends make fun of the loudness of my voice.
I used to be so ‘social’ at one point in college life that I couldn’t walk down a corridor without having to stop to chit chat with at least 5 different sets of people!
When i first met Fatma, we didn't stop praising each other for a long time. In fact, i believe we still are.
Oh and I made it on to some scandalous anonymous internet list of the most known people on campus. Ridiculous and amusing.
My blue eyed friend introduced me to a lot of wonderful people. Ill always want to thank him for that.
My brother and my ex both think I am like a 12 year old. Heh.
I don’t find anything creepy. It’s always just a matter of what it means within the situation.
I think perhaps people like my mom and I and my brother and my sister don’t have too much money because we’d give it all away to people we like, and to people who need it more than us. In which case we’d always be short anyway.
Arsala, Zoha and I were always 3 peas in a pod of cousiny goodness. Well, till we grew up too much.
I force my sweetheart to talk to me in Tamil every single day even though I don’t understand a single word. I think it is adorable.
I used to be an insane movie buff.
Speaking of buff, I don’t want to be shaped in any way similar to a sack of potatoes. I want to be able to run a few miles. Come on. At least. Can’t spend life huffing up stairs like I’m 60 instead of 24.
Sadiya and Sarah are two names that always pop into my head one after the other.
Rain is amazing. I can’t get enough of it. Ever. Some of the most romantic moments of my life, real and imagined, have been in the rain. And some of the most innocent and fun times of my childhood too.
My life would make an awesome bollywood bestseller!
I used to love the orkut testimonial thing.
I send my favourite songs to the people I think will hear them, like them and care that I bothered. I don’t want to be junk mail.
No worse sin than to hurt someone on purpose.
My first kiss was the beginning of love in the middle of the swaying palm trees.
Someone i considered one of my peoples had to eventually let me know that he honestly cares for me a lot less than i do for him. At least he was honest. But that was the beginning of a series of rude awakenings.
I notice symbolism.
I kiss my cat every few hours. He likes me :)
One of the movie moments i never forgot was Salieri at the end of Amadeus when he is in the mental asylum, on his wheel chair, gesturing to all the mad people, 'I forgive you your mediocrity.'
Dinku is one of the best nick names I have ever heard.
I’ve had a series of them myself. Nids. Nido. Tiddly winks. Tiddles. Niaji. Mumu. Meemee. Nidu.
Jay’s friends don’t know the first people to call him that were his two sisters!
Both my siblings are quite brilliant. I hope I grow up to be as accomplished as them.
I am still growing up. Probably always will.
Medicine. Literature. Advertising and PR. Computer science. Engineering. Law. Business Administration. Philosophy. Accountancy. Psychology. We’ve done it all, eh?
A Mirror reflects the Candle.
Don't ask me. I'll tell you in my own time.
Please don’t give and give till you give yourself away. Please.
Lucky lucky few find the one. Their best friend. The sharing, likes and dislikes. Mutuality. Vastness. To love someone else more than you love yourself. In reality, not in these words. I hope you all find it.
Take me home, country roads.
