You've Got Mail

My favourite romantic movie of all time has to be You've Got Mail. There is something so relatable about Kathleen Kelly. What's not to love anyway? It's about a simple independent girl, a quaint little love story of her that follows. The movie revolves around books, reality, friendships, acceptance, relationships, family and love. 

It's so rare that you find a love that understands you perfectly. Where you share amazing chemistry, you can talk about anything and everything understand. To have a love that does not tire. Who excites you. It makes you hope for that kind of love. So perfect, so complete. 

It teaches you how to love and care for a person. How to fight for your love, compromise but also figure out who you want in your life. How to move forward when things are stagnant. How to dream when all hopes and faith are dashed. How crazy you are with your friends. How you become a better you. 

Another great thing about the movie is the soundtrack. The perfect blend of old classics, that sing to your soul.  I'm quite fond of all the songs played anyway. How inspite of challenges you are driven towards your better half, a better future, marching into the unknown. The dialogues, like the music are heavenly. 

The best part of the movie were the emails. How easily words described the feelings. How gloriously emotions were translated and conveyed. In a world where we might not say what we really mean, what if we really could and what if that is just the moment destiny is waiting for to give you whatever you need. What if...

Of little dreams!

You know what's the most demeaning thing you can do? It's to make a person compete for your love. Whether it's with someone you recently dated or your memories/past. 

I'm scared to really fall in love, as in knee deep, butterfly flutter, only you kinda love.  I've been there once, it took a lot of effort to come out of it, but I did. For me, love is as old school as it comes. It brings those butterflies. I invest myself completely. I love with gusto. I somewhere forgot that feeling. I was so deep in hurt that I forgot my worth. Everyone deserves a person who loves them to the core. But somewhere now the definition of love has changed for me. 

There was a time, when it was about the similarity in likes and dislikes. To be honest, various attributes, fun and frolic. But as I went through what I did, it awakened me. I'm at a stage where now I meet people, hear stories of who are married, who are happy or unhappy. The checklist has changed completely. That checklist is definitely not about materialistic things. It's refined a little, nope a lot.  I won't lie that there are certain qualities and traits I still seek but looks and money is surely not one of them. Money actually never was. I always wanted some stability, that's it. 

In a world full of chaos. I want peace. There are so many battles you fight everyday, that you just want one person to lay your head on and relax. Someone to rely on. Someone who knows that you can manage everything on your own and all you really need is support, kisses and hugs that ensure things will be better. That feeling of being home. That security and protection. Someone who doesn't go around the world investing in "emotional one night stands". 

At this age, everyone comes with baggage, you need someone who accepts it, not so you can burden them but love the person who is now with you for who they are, today. As an empowered woman, I don't need a man to do things for me. I don't want his money. The only thing I need are things which I crave intrinsically. The fact that he wants to come home to me. He makes me secure. He wants to make love to me every night. He doesn't call me 24x7 but let's me know i'm on his mind. He wants to protect me, believes I'm his confidant. He stands by me. We swim through the rough times and cherish the happy ones. He doesn't fake things or lie because yeah a woman can figure it out and can walk away. That's the love I want. 

Difficult choices

When you tell someone you love them. It's a declaration  of your feelings, your trust and your loyalty towards that person. You accept the fact that even though they are flawed, they are yours. You know the road has bumps but you also have faith that you will work together to smoothen it. 

Then what happens when one person betrays that trust. Where does the love you have for them go? I've come to realise that even though it stays, but it weakens with every lie. I honestly now believe that if you are an honest person, God helps you. The truth comes to light. You will automatically come to realise when you have been betrayed. 

Even though the one who is hurt, hurts more. Know that you've been saved. Lies, lack of trust, disloyalty and deception rarely survives. You need someone in your life, who needs you in theirs and not simultaneously repeat the pattern with other girls. The fact and the realisation of the fact that you were played and used, stays with you always. It never really heals. 

You are allowed to step back. You are allowed to choose happiness. You are allowed to cherish a relationship that is wanted from both ends. Truth hurts. Bad, real bad. But then again imagine the damage lies do. 

If you're happy and you know it :)

When someone questions your happiness, it's but natural to indulge in some introspection. What makes me happy? So after this particular thought, I had plenty motivation to just write what makes me happy. 

1. I'm happy when I wake up to a good hair day. 

2. I'm happy when I have the perfect tea early in the morning, sitting outside in the cold terrace and making smoke rings in the misty weather. 

3. I'm happy when people message good morning, it tells me I matter to them and they thought about me. 

4. When I read my horoscope and it promises that things will get better. 

5. I'm happy when I know I have some goal to live up to. 

6. I'm happy when my babies call me and flash me the best of smiles only to reaffirm how much they love me and miss me. 

7. I'm happy when someone tries to make me smile early morning.

8. I'm happy when mum makes my favourite breakfast. 

9. I'm happy when the homeless near the temple flash a smile when I give them something to eat. 

10. I'm happy when I have breakfast with my friends. How we laugh or cry and how we are there for each other. How we discuss, how we wish for things to happen. 

11. I'm happy when I get good hugs. 

12. I'm happy when we go out to celebrate or to shop

13. I'm happy when I listen to my favourite song. Or for that matter when I hear a new song and I know that it will soon be my favourite. 

14. I'm happy when I write. 

15. I'm happy when I dream of a life and a love that's waiting for me to grab. 

16. I'm happy that I have people around me who love me and want to be with me. 

17. I'm happy after a glass of wine or two. 

18. I'm happy when I find something new. 

19. I'm happy when Someone makes me smile after a bad night. 

20. I'm happy that I look in the mirror and smile. 

So many more things...these are just thoughts I gathered now :) 

Words and Power!

When Words Turn Artistic!



Ok, So I absolutely adore this new app - Notegraphy. The perfect way to creatively write your words and see them as magic...beautiful really. Already written many such liners, waiting to glorify some more words. 

 

It's all in a Dream!

I dreamt of a magnificent day last night. A dream so unmitigated, that its sole purpose is to propel you towards equanimity. Our lives are chaos because of our own endeavors. We complicate simple things. We repress ourselves. We let ourselves be unworthy of a life that's waiting to happen. We deny ourselves a love that's waiting to be found. 

Dreams are a subtle way which let you know about your innermost desires. I tend to dream a lot when I'm stressed or when I'm surrounded by quietude. Yesterday, I dreamt of a quaint little chalet amid tall luscious palm trees. By the beach side, I breathe deep as the waves are calling out to me. I sat there as time stood. In awe, of the beauty of nature, of what it brings to us. Tranquility is what those periodic waves brought to me. I sat there, content. I sat there, jubilant. 

With every wave, that gratified my body. With every wave, that left it, I knew then what of the lessons we are meant to learn. You can never hold water in your hands; it flows, for that's what it’s meant to do. You can't clasp the sand too tight, it slips away, grain by grain. But when you enjoy both at their pace, you revel in the feeling of joy.

We want to embrace everything together, keep it with us, but everything has a job to do. Everything and everyone has a path. Wind blow, the trees, every leaf sways together, silently making love to the breeze. Together in tandem they create such a beautiful sight. That same breeze ruffles your hair, caresses you ever so slightly. All you want to do is grasp that moment, that breeze and bottle it up. But we forget, that the wind has to blow and the trees have to bear fruits, give us air we breathe, give us life. 

As I strolled across the sandy beach, with crystal clear water waiting to be dived in, with the sight of crabs coming up for a breath of air, I moved ahead. The sun shining, warming the body as the water beneath my feet cooled me. A kaleidoscope of people emerged in front of me. At a distance, I see people who I really love. I wave to them, give them my most genuine smile. I got a glimpse of happiness right there. Someone calls from the ocean, I see boats full of people, a string that floating next to it. I run towards the ocean, to pull them back, the drifting string hurt my hands. As I search for means to get to them, I stand still and I see them, I recognize their face but not who they are anymore. I wave at them, wish them a happy journey. They are meant to float away. And then I heard voices, of people calling to me on the other side. I search in frantic but the sea shell in my hands tells me to wait. As it sings of the ocean, it tells me to take one step at a time. At a distance, I see a hand...I walk towards it, shying my eyes from the bright sun. I topple and it protects me. A tear leaves as my ankle twists, the hand wipes it. I look up smiling and that hand pulls me where I’m meant to be. It pulls me towards my happiness.

I woke up then, I woke up knowing what I’m supposed to do and I woke up with a smile.