Wishes were falling leaves

I still got your scent on me
Last night you went away
And I know where you were
And there’s nothing I can do
Cause we are both taken
No strings attached but everything connects
My soul to yours

I saw the pain in your eyes
You say you are happy for me
I tell myself I am fine
Then why does my heart feel so heavy?
I kept myself busy
Cos my head knows what to do
But my poor heart can barely
catch up
And time goes by so fast

I just got here and you have to go
But does it matter? This distance and time
When you are soul mates?
Yet it hurts to know you will never be mine
Though you are so mine
Such irony and pain

Tomorrow I walk with my head held high
In someone else’s arms
Maybe I’ll see you crossing a street with yours in tow
And my heart will still pause and give you the once over
And if I see recognition in your eyes
Maybe we could all walk together someday then
In your own words, like a big happy family again

Of writing and gaping at shoes at the mall

I have been sitting in front of my laptop and unable to write a single line for days...months actually.
And my mind is blank too. Can't think of anything to write about but that's not to say nothing is going on in my life right now. Actually maybe that is exactly why I am unable to write. Too much happening.


Yesterday I was out with my baby sister and we walked around our favorite mall in South Delhi.
Fell in love with a pair of heels. 


I wish a day will come soon when I can walk into any store and pick up anything I fancy without having to look at the price tag LOL


So in love with this pair and some more :D

Of birthdays and growing up.

Celebrated my 29th birthday two days ago. Birthdays! My mother always said my birthday wasn't the best of time for celebration. There were times my family forgot all about my birthday and realized days later that my birthday had passed.
In my household, birthdays are solemn occasions. A chicken is usually killed for dinner or some meat will make an appearance somehow.  Morning tea with cake and prayers for the birthday girl/boy. That's the birthday ritual. When I was in School, mother used to buy a whole packet of sweets so I could distribute it to my classmates. This didn't happen too often for me. Being born in mid June meant my birthday always came around during the summer break and having lived in a time where there was no mobile phone/internet or telephones, there were very few friends to share my special day with. So it was just me and my family and few friends in my neighborhood and a few devoted friends who took the trouble to show up at home. (It is a long distance to walk to my home and an arduous uphill climb.)

One time my birthday fell on the last day of class before summer break and my mom got me a packet of eclairs (such a treasured treat then) to share with my friends. I was in 3rd or 4th standard then. In the first class, I stood up very self-consciously and approached the class teacher. The class hushed in anticipation. I whispered in her ears that it was my birthday and I wanted to distribute sweets. She smiled at me, and announced to the class that it was my birthday and that I had sweets to distribute. My classmates sang happy birthday for me and I doled out the sweets and it was back to business as usual.
I don't know if people still do that in school but it is something I will never forget. Me standing in front of the class, beaming and blushing but happy and my classmates, all 80 of them singing happy birthday just for me.