Diary of a Lost Wanderer

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  I gush as I hear the hullabaloo around me. Today is my day- - - - -  the day when you will come...... to make me yours forever! My henna coloured hands - a lovely reminder of the new colours you are going to bring along As I get ready today my heart seems to sing a song I apply kohl to my dreamy eyes who cannot seem to have enough of the beautiful tomorrows Clinking bangles, tinkling anklets all seem to wait for you....with bated breath. You come with a flood of joy and love, holding me tightly not letting me sway. My heart skips a beat as our eyes meet and rest everything else dissolves around. As flowers and blessings are showered on us, you take my hand into yours. Slipping a band into my finger you tie me forever with you just to say; I belong to you

He let out a puff of smoke and continued his trail of thoughts. He had never imagined one mistake could do this. His mind went back to the awards night where he met her. He had gone to get one and came back with two - A literary award for his debut novel & AIDS. =====

Source: Google Images I am a secret. I realised this when I was 5 years old.  P.S: This post has been removed as it has been selected to be a part of a book.

  Life comes with its own share of ups and downs but it is those ups and downs that make this entire journey of life worthwhile ~ Me Wishing you all a wonderful Diwali full of joy and love that brightens your life forever!

Birju cursed his fate one more time as he saw the heap of plates that lay before him. “ Mother, you lied to me every time you said God is fair .” He thought as he began to empty the plates into the dustbin. By the time the restaurant would be closed the entire dustbin would be full with this remnants of food. He sighed and muttered to himself “ Here..these people have so much in abundance that they waste the food and my family there in village is fighting for having a square meal a day… what kind of fairness is this? ’ =============================

Last week I was cleaning some old stuff when I found a group photo from my college days.  There behind it scribbled was a message, “ You are so full of life- love- laughter…always remain like this! It’s a rare treasure!” Source: Google Images Sadly I don’t remember who wrote this there as there is no name on it. But yes I remember being told this many times by lot of people. To give you an example I was told I am like Geet (Kareena Kapoor) in Jab We Met. A live wire, chattering nineteen to dozen about anything, ready to plunge into everything remotely exciting –full of spark and spunk…. yes I was that till 2006.

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I sway my hips in tune to the song and twirl around seductively. That is when I notice him looking at me. His look makes me forget the throbbing headache and fever I have since morning. ‘ Finally today I will go to the doctor and take medicine ’, I decide mentally and walk towards him invitingly.  =*=*=

I still remember that day very clearly as if it was yesterday. I came back rushing from school and dumped my bag in one corner. I made a dash towards the T.V when my Granny asked’ Arre…what is this? Wash your hands eat something, do your homework and then watch TV .' I got irritated and replied, “ Granny please not now. Will do everything you say after this. Promise.’ Granny : 'What is so urgent right now?' Me (blushing) : ’ Abhi is coming ’

I claimed always I am what I am very proudly and like any other girl had my own list of Will You’s to be asked. But as time passed I felt like a l one w arrior as I bid Adieu to my past and was letting go of everything associated with it.  Couple of weeks ago a proposal was a gentle nudge that life gave me. I kept on wondering for days together if it was all a fragment of my imagination. You came like the morning star as I stared at a dark sky to redefine hope, love and faith for Me. You waited till my whole being resonated with it. Slowly as the reality sunk in, I felt it is high time I replied to it . P.S: This post has been removed as it has been selected to be a part of a book.