We watched the moon together ♡

 Just like everyday,

He walked me home.....

Though it was cloudy..but it was our thing to watch the moon together!

So we looked for the moon...

It took longer than everyday.

Standing on the side of the busy road..

he drew me close, stood behind 

His head rested on my shoulders....

His hands slid from my fingers....to my elbows,

I could hear his heart beat loud and clear....

He lifted his face...

Said, "I found the moon....what about you?"

The clouds never gave way to the moon

I said, "not yet." Asked , "Where is it?"

He turned me towards him ....

And smiled his naughty smile! 

He always came up with such things

And I always found them funny.

Before he could speak anything...

I pulled him to go home.

Yet this person who doesn't listen to me when he should....

Pulled me back,

Kissed me on the forehead,

And said, "Everyday when you look at the moon, I look at you."

That was true. 

He always looked at me....I had never asked him to look away :)

I still don't. 

Thats our moment and we need no words...

Thats how we have been ignoring the moon everyday :) 

Let her be

Somedays I feel 

Women are enough !

Somedays I wish 

There were no men !

No prejudice....no comparisons

No biasness.....no judgements....

Or may be I wish....Men were not trained as 

The MAN - The KARTA from birth!

They could choose to not be responsible,

They could cry before people too....

They could feel .......show emotions....

They could.....IF they wouldn't have been trained....as

The MAN from birth!

Or may be if I was born in some place where 

Women are not "allowed" by men!

The Woman decides.....to stay or leave!

Her BRAIN could really function well!

Without minding the brains....of her father...brother...husband...or son!

And where she actually lives.....!

Lives a life......where she is giving !

Where is loving......where she is simple...

And where she is just herself!

Without the fear of validations !

Rejuvenate

 I believe that home is where my people are....but right this moment....

When I am in the 2bhk where I have spent my childhood....Every lifeless thing......is speaking volumes!

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The dining where we had flavourful family meals....reminds me of the heartfelt laughters.........

The big mirror of my small room...reflects the little girl dressing up for her best days and adjusting the only accessory I wore then....my specs :)

The little cupboards that made my study...... I stored my clothes in.....look like I came out of some toy world.....yet I arranged them every now and then ! 

The living room....sofas .....still have that velvet cloth on which I made designs with my finger......

The long balcony.....still is like a mini garden....with beautiful birds singing for me!.....I used to keep standing there....to get a glimpse of them.....

Papa's rotating office chair was my artistic corner! That is the place I discovered I can draw;)

And above all these ...

Above all these material things.....

I remember this living thing I loved more than my younger brother ♡ I and Manisha didi brought him home without our parents permission...and papa said since he is here....let him stay and Harry was home :) 

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I don't know what happiness is. But I know I am thankful to have this moment when I cherish things around! When I tell the younger me....that Life is worth living! Leaving the nest! Coming back ! And living more and more ! 

And living doesn't mean....finding joy! Living means experiencing all that comes your way.....laughter...tears.....pain .....or struggle! After all everyone has a different story to write with a very different way of holding the pen and writing !

They help me be me!

I finally understand the depth of these words. 

I have friends from different walks of life! And each one is so amazing ! I cannot  compare! I cannot even try!

When ever I talk to them 

I meet the coolest version of me

    Who believed in being nice

    Not to a person....or for a day

    But to everyone in this lifetime.