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A love letter 

Its funny that i wrote my first love letter to my husband after a year of our marriage. But thats is the best part of it. 

I got married on Jan 31st. But for me i got married on thr Christmas eve. Our’s was a.. um.. well arranged love marriage. Our family friends made us to meet and in just 3 or 4 days we decided to get married. In a month we were engaged and in 4 months we were married. 

Both of us have the same POV regarding relationship and it follows ” Lets not go around with dating and then getting to know and so on. Lets get married and then lets know each other.” For both of us it was like an adventure rollar coaster ride. Adrenaline and so much. 

So this love letter i wrote was not a surprise to him. But was full of surprises.

It goes like this

This is something that i wanted to tell you long back.How can you be sooooo charming and uuffffffffffff bloody hootttttt, making me want you all the time. You are like fire for me, the heat never leaves. Whenever i feel its going to be a show night i m excited to levels you can’t imagine. its like the first time.That adventure peak you took me on Christmas eve is still there. It feels like tht same night. For more than 500 days and nights its been the same, that thirst and desire is same.  The excitement is same from day one,Its still there.. i ll never get enough of you ever. You have grown in me like the root of a giant tree.It goes deeper in me day by day. I love you and desire you, each and every piece of you day after day… It’s like a thrill, an Excitement, an Adventure. Something that makes me do all kind of weird things.. wish for all weird things.  Simply you drive me crazy. YOU are irresistibly.My fox.I m yours only yours and i ll never ever get bored of you, because you are that spark that set whole of me, my whole world to fire.

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Growing old

“Grow old with me, the best is yet to be. The last of life, for which the first was made” Lines by Robert Browning.

We all may have come across these lines in our life. But how many us have actually known the meaning of it. For some it takes a pretty tragic moment to realize the meaning, by the time you realize it you might have lost the person itself. God forbid those situations. So don’t wait for the realization to struck you and there is no coming back. Go out front and be open about your feelings. Go out front and be open about yourself. Be honest and truthfully accept your flaws and perfections. Dont hesitate to share the same with your loved one  that special one so that when you hit that tragic moment you leave with no regrets but rather with a full joyful heart.

Never take time for granded. Live the moment and don’t ever wait for the right time. Who knows you ll be there to see it or not???

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Streak of Light

you are there in my brain….!!!!!
as a thin stray of memory……
but not more in my heart…!!!!!

the space is not your’s any more….
but left open with hope…..!!!!!

as a thin streak of light….
cutting the morning fog….
that someone will come…!!!!!
to cut out that thin stray….
with the sharp streak…

free from your memories…!!!!
free from your thoughts…!!!!

i live…….
a life with no burdens….
a life with no conditions…
a life with no restrictions….
a life with no priorities……