The Black Chocolate Egg

So, I had participated in #WhatTheBlack activity wherein I will be receiving black gifts that would be a part of the clue of the bigger picture. No, ever since I was born, I am known for sending and receiving wrong signals.

 

This is why I need you to sort me out.

I am adding the beautiful piccies here. Tell me if your intelligent mind could crack some clues because my mind is sitting like a hunk refusing to come to any strong conclusion except for a few deductions that are pretty lame.

So, before I bore you down with my insane chatter, like I always do, let’s take a look at the piccies.

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Yes, it’s an egg. No, I am not eggetarian or even non vegetarian for that matter. The egg in my opinion is not edible. It contains chocolate inside. The clue break is WHY IS THE EGG MADE OF CHOCOLATE?

I will be receiving three such clues that are actually a build up for the final gift to be delivered on the  fourth day. Any guesses?

Me thinks, they want to say that it is chocolate that started the world because there is that ever puzzling question of what came first –  the egg or the chicken? However, it is chocolate that is present inside which makes me think that the emphasis has to be on chocolate. Hmm.. i could never really put money on my mind. God knows, what tomorrow will show :P As far as I know, the chocolate did taste like heavennnnnn.. I mean how could you even expect me to be coherent after tasting the real heavens.

 

Any clues will be so appreciated.. I wish I could say I would share the chocolate with you :P

 

Why I Love My Texts

Most of the times, it is nearly impossible to comprehend my texts. Not only do they have a bleeping level of typo, but I love having my own vocab too. If you’re a grammar Nazi, you’re better off not reading this. However, if you love my insanity which by the way is pretty awesome, you can definitely enjoy these amazing conversations I’ve with some of my favorite-est people :P

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As my birthday falls on May 3rd, I believe anything that has to do with 3 means it has to do with my birthday. How I love those who wish me birthday or at least agree with my logic that all things three have to do with my birthday. How I totally loouuvee this convo :*

[Happy birthday kon bolegaa : who will wish me happy birthday ]

 

 

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Now, this is one of my favorite girlfriends. We date and flirt so much that it can put any couple to shame. And yes, just in case, you are unsure, she does love me. Yes, I love the feeling of love and pretty girlfriends make the world go round. This is why I believe even boyfriends should be called girlfriends :P

 

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After we had this conversation, I knew it sounded so cheeky. Sucha  shame this girl is married. But, hey I really did miss her. She always did open my umbrella and now that she is married and settled in another state, how tough it was to try and open an umbrella and fail. Sigh, I love people like this and these are the gestures that show the heartfelt feelings :P

 

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This is perhaps one of my favorite. I mistype love and I am still returned the same feelings even when people are not sure what it truly means. This is the type of love I really love. Even though it is not technically a word, but I love it when people follow it back. It gives me a different kind of thrill and I know how lucky I am to know the best people. Sigh.. I “kooove “you truly.

 

 

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Girlfriend, Girlfriend Need I say more? I love being loved, doesn’t matters which type of love it is because one of my bestest friend once told me, There are all types of love and every love is different <3 <3 We don’t speak very often but when we do, we continue right from where we left :)

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So, a little vernacular here yet nonetheless this is another coveted piece of  my conversation. I really do love wooshing. It is like telling how your heart flips and jumps and cuddles and feels happy. And okay, I am called boy too. As long as it is with love, I take it.

[accha = good

haaasnn =  yes]

 

 

Sigh, you think me mad, don’t you? it works. No problem.

 

I loouuvee these texts. All those who have featured in here, I love you immensely.

Woosh until we meet next time.

Much lovies,

Shade

 

 

Once In A Lifetime Love

This is a dedication post. It is not every day that people ask me to write something for them. So, when I received this, I knew my heart had gotten tremendously fat and I would LOVE LOVE LOVE writing this.

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This one is only for you precious princess <3

 

 

 

I wandered alone for too long

Looking for love in the forlorn walks

I believed in long lasting love

And I knew it would one day come.

However, it seemed to take too long

I was getting anxious every morn

And suddenly, I met you

And everything was bright and new.

Your eyes were the shade

I so effortlessly loved.

Your smile made me quiver

As I craved to be the reason for it.

You looked at me the way

I have often read in books

That people smitten in love do.

How I wished that it wasn’t a dream

Because if it was,

I would crave to forever sleep.

For once, my reality looked to me

A hundred shades prettier than my favorite dream.

You’re not the perfect prince

You didn’t come on a white horse

And yet, I would not have it any other way

Because you’re my truest hero

You completed the song of my life

Which I didn’t even knew I loved.

You filled the harmony 

In my life

That seemed to be  lost without

The touch of your music.

Every time I heard you speak

I defied the logic that

Love happens only once.

Love is NOT meant to happen once

Because every time I see you

Every time I hear you speak

I fall in love all over again.

We will ride through the testing times

Together we will sail through stormy nights

I shall lie beside you and gaze at the sky.

We will count our blessings and smile at the stars

And make memories when the world looks afar.

Together we will roll on ocean waves

And create a symphony from the sound 

That the river makes as it meets the sea.

Like the birds that fly so high,

We will smile in tiring times

Nothing shall stop the love we have

And forever we will stay the way we met

With love that multiplies every day

We will write our own stories

That may not have fancy rhymes.

Our poetry may not be immortalized

But, in your eyes, I shall drown

And live longer than forever lasts.

Because when love is true,

There are no demands.

Regardless of the roads we walk

Together we shall march

And once in a while

I will look up at the sky

And thank the Gods

For the endless smile

BECAUSE

Love makes the ride

WORTHWHILE

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P.S. May you forever be happy with your man <3 I send my warmest regards to you and your husband to be. May the best times roll on your life and you make memories that will last a lifetime and more. I love having you here :)

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The Smell Told A Story – From Calcutta To Darjeeling

Some journeys are just journeys, while others become a part of your everlasting memory.

I have been thankful enough to have one of those journeys that always manage to bring a teasing smile on my lips, every time I think of it. Today, I will tell this tale and let the nostalgia and love wash over me as I will recollect my experience of that one morning which made me realize a lot of things and really did change my life.

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I woke up to the sound of the splattering drops of rainfall and instantly, I found myself smiling. I am a pluviophile and the smell of rain does things to my mind and heart which defies a lot of biology. However, I was amazed at the person and thoughts that came to me when I opened my eyes.

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As I stood near my window and took in the smell of the wet soil of the rain, I recalled that one walk with my best friend on Park Street. Time has a way of altering things. She used to be my best friend and there was hardly a day when we didn’t speak to each other. We were inseparable and shared everything under the moon.

A lot of people believe that if you walk hand in hand in Park Street (A place in Calcutta, India) and talk of the things you really love with one of your closest friend, you’re likely to fall in love. Now, we weren’t romantically involved, but there was something that felt different that day. I still remember how I had peered into her eyes and she had blushed.

“Aksh, stop doing that.” she murmured, but I knew she never meant the words. She wanted me to look like that and may be even deeper. We definitely had a lot of chemistry but none of us spoke because of the fear that it would ruin our friendship. However, on that day, walking with hands entwined, on the romantic side tracks of Park Street, with happiness bubbling our hearts, I knew the moment was perfect. I had never felt so completely alive.

Sure, there were a lot of girls. I have been in and out of relationships and that too on too many occasions, but somehow, I felt like every single nerve end was on fire. I wanted the moment to freeze forever and stay in it. I didn’t know how and when and what and why happened but I blurted out

I love you, Shiara. I think I’ve been in love with you ever since the day I saw you singing in that horrible voice which would make frogs deaf. I know it isn’t the most romantic thing to say when you are confessing our love but getting drenched in this rain, this is the best I could come up with. I don’t write fancy poetries like you. I am not a literature lover. Heck, I never could like Shakespeare, but Shiara, you complete me in a way the rain completes the smell of the soil. I have seen the flashes of love in your eyes and I know you won’t say no and yes, this is my ego, but baby, we have always been more than friends.”

She stared at me for what started looking like eternity and just murmured, “You found me when I was so lost that I felt I never existed. You found me when I thought I was meant for oblivion. I can’t imagine a life without you, but love is a very strong word. I want to fall in love when I am sure that it’s love. I don’t want missed chances, regrets and what ifs; especially with us. You know I can’t stay a day without you. So, I don’t want to mess it up. If we’re meant to be, we will be; just like this smell of the wet soil is meant to be with the rain.”

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I was hurt, happy, puzzled, broken. I don’t know. I felt a mixture of different feelings. We stayed friends like good friends do. Yes, it was a little awkward and it kept getting worse. We branched apart slowly and steadily. Its three years now since the romantic walk down Park Street and she has now ventured on with her life back in Calcutta, while I moved to Darjeeling for a project assignment. We hardly meet and are not really in touch except for reunions. There are no hard feelings but a big wall of regrets between us.

Today, as the rain fell down, I was caught in the nostalgia of the memories. Despite the fact that it didn’t work out, it still remains one of the best memories I had of all time. The smell of the wet soil is not merely a smell, it brings back the moments we shared and that sole romantic moment with Shiara, who will forever be the love of my life.

 As I was recollecting these memories, I had a knock at my door. I hated the disturbance because it broke my reverie, the only good reverie I had in a long long time. With tousled hair and looking probably like a total moron, I opened the door to find Shiara standing there.

“Yesterday, I was walking down Park Street and it was raining.”

“And” I waited for her to complete the sentence but when she didn’t, I had to put the “and” there.

“Don’t be such a jerk Akshu”.

How my heart flipped and bumped. Akshu. She was the only one to call me that and she only did when she was overjoyed and loved me.

I love you. I loved you since the day you pointed out that I should never sing, I loved you when you out that big Rick down after he ridiculed me. I loved you when you stole glances at me in the biology class. I loved you when you told you love me while we were walking in Park Street and I loved you when I was walking alone yesterday with empty fingers and no one to complete their rhythm. Take me back, will you? Or do you have another girl with you?

I looked at her. She had coloured her hair a bright shade of red. Yes, she had put on some extra weight too which only made her face look fuller.

I just told

“Shiara, you’ve grown fat.”

She gave me her signature look and then made puppy faces as if she was so hurt.

“But,” I told

“But…”, she repeated.

But, I love you baby.

I always had and I always will.

It’s raining again.

The soil smells of the rains.

The story that started in Park Street finished all the way up to Darjeeling.

You know I was thinking of you right now.”

“Psychic, you”

“Gorgeous, you”

“I am not pretty”

“You always were to me, but”

“But?”

“Don’t sing please: P”

“Dork”

“Okay let’s sing together”

“No way”

“Please. Let’s raise a toast to our love”

And then it rained like it never rained before

And we sang together and danced and waltzed until we were completely drenched not just with rain but our love too.

The smell of the wet soil is so much more than just a smell. It is like the wedding ring we still haven’t exchanged. It is the smell of the love story that took three years and a lot of painful nights to complete. It is the serendipity that remains the best thing to have ever happened in my life. It is what made “I” and “you” as “we”.

It is my very own love story.

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Note: This post is a part of Inspire A Fragrance contest by Godrej in association with Indiblogger.

Contest link: http://www.godrejaer.com/

All images have been linked to source.

You Give Me Butterflies

So, I’ve had too many depressing posts. My blog is a place for my happiness and today, I’ve decided I shall choose to be happy. I don’t know how long I am going to stick to this resolution, but I will surely try one more step than what I should. Here’s to a happy poem <3 :)

 

I look around everywhere

Every place is a new story

That ruffles my childish spirit

I shout at the top of my voice

I giggle with glee

And I turn around to

Steal a glance 

At the happy contours of

Your poetic face.

I thought you would be

Embarrassed of my insanely gestures

But, all you do is smile

Wickedly with that grin

That makes butterfly go on a date

Right inside my fat tummy

The butterflies seem to be giving birth

To more butterflies every second

I feel ticklish with the love.

“STOP”, HOLY GOD this smile

You would kill me with that look

And to add to it that you haven’t uttered

A single word so far

What would the butterflies do?

When you utter my name

In that killer accent 

I shall swoon and the butterflies

Will probably scream, jump and squeal.

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We’re lost in a paradise

No care to worry us down

For once, you’re happy 

With your now

Nor do I think of what

Tomorrow has in store

We entwine our hands

And gaze high up the sky

“There are no stars tonight”

I whisper as slowly as I can

Scared to disturb the symphony

Of the flowing water

That seems to be in love

“The stars dear reside in us

We’re all shining stars

That brighten the lives of one and all

The beauty that our inside has

Makes the world beautiful

Your shine dazzles everyone

But a star truly shines the brightest

When it believes in its charisma

While we’re having the happiest times,

Remember never to let go of your shine

Even when we don’t have our hands entwined

Be the star of your own sky

And never again you shall say

There’s no star in this night

The star is you

And so is the sky”

I look at the beautiful face

And it is then that I whisper

Your beauty is my shine

I promise you all of this

But, you will be my smile

Even in the darkest night,

I shall shine like the star

Because I reflect your shine

Your love has made me blossom

Like the flower I have always loved

Regardless of how lost we are,

I feel we’ve found solace

In your arms, 

Is my world

But, I swear to be fine

Even when our hands are not entwined

Because love isn’t merely staying together

It is making memories

That win the test of times

I will forever love you

Because you found me

When I thought I was lost

And in you,

The snowflake shall find the paradise

The wild rose shall forever smile

And in my dreams,

I cherish the reality 

I crave to live

Sometimes, dreams are enough

To plaster that smile

Which was for long lost

Happiness is a choice

And you helped me pick mine

So, I will love you

Till the end of times. PERIOD

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The Beautiful, Ugly And Forgotten

~~In the shoes of a girl who is NOT beautiful~~

Disclaimer: If you’re not feeling good, please refrain from reading this. This post is not going to be uplifting or inspiring or at east that is what I feel right now. May be, the footnote will have something else to say.

 

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“It’s alright, if you’re not pretty. Beauty is only skin deep. It’s the heart that counts. Beauty is temporary, it fades. The inner beauty of your heart is what truly stays.”

 

YEAH, some of the best and the most brilliant words, but isn’t it ironical that all the times I’ve heard this line, the people who told these have always been MIRROR SMASHING PRETTY. It’s a privilege to be beautiful and this is why beautiful people can walk away with beautiful phrases like this beauty I just quoted and expect the “forgotten averages” to feel “beautiful” . Seriously, isn’t it like the biggest bleeping oxymoron?

 

 

I am not always so shitty and bitchy, but I never appreciate a beautiful person asking a non beautiful person to feel alright even if they’re not beautiful. Everyone at the bottom of their heart craves beauty. When you find someone looking at you like you’re the best piece of art they’ve ever witnessed, you feel  ALIVE in every sense of the word. However. this type of feeling doesn’t stays forever. Sooner rather than later, you will fall in a groove where the once electrifying look shall appear normal to you.

 

 

However, when an averagely alright girl with a forgotten face contour is made to feel beautiful, she remembers the moment. No, not just the moment, she remembers the date, the event that took place before it, the situation the exact words, the after events, the feeling, how long it lasted and above all, the sincerity.

 

I have only believed in being beautiful on those rare moments when sincerity dripped from the words of the ones who told. Even when I had loved the people with all my heart I seldom believe in being beautiful. I never understood why some girl are prettier than others, why some girls are fatter than others. Heck, not just girls, it goes for boys too, But girls need to live up to the beauty tag.

 

 

I am not ugly, but being beautiful.. heck it was not to be and shall not be. If i were pretty, I would not question those who love me. If I were pretty, I would not stay awake at 2 in the night questioning myself. If I were pretty, I would never wonder if my story is going to meet its end. If I were pretty, I would never look at pretty girls and sigh at the difference. If I were pretty, I would not have to convince myself that fairy tales could also be for forgotten. If I were pretty, I would never be scared of being forgotten.

 

 

Right when I wonder all this, I murmur, may be, even if I was pretty, I would still be wondering all of this because pretty girls do not get it all. Pretty girls live with broken heart too. Pretty girls too ruin their mascaras, pretty girls too stay awake in the night.

 

The thing is we hardly believe ourselves to be pretty. It takes a person to make you feel beautiful. I might not be beautiful, but I will try and make someone else feel so. May be, that’s what being beautiful is all about :)

 

And Then She Fell Out Of Love

She was a fierce lover because she gave in the whole of her. She kept no secrets, she hid nothing, she bared it all, but she had no clue that it was the exact way which would bring her the most hurt

 

For so long, she had believed that love would make the world go round. Little did she know that too much of going round would make her dizzy, the kinda dizzy where she would end up sick and puking all the time.

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She was her own curse. She had sabotaged her own happy story because she finally learnt how to fall out of love. Oh, it hurt, she felt like she was ripping apart her own heart. Every second she died a gruesome death. How many times she had practiced her goodbye speech and yet, it was one smile that made her go weak all over again.

She was a fool in love, but she was not going t hang on forever when she knew she was just another option, a page in his book. Yes, he will always be the big book that she is going to clutch so hard that her fingers will bleed from the pain, but that didn’t mean she was incapable of letting go.

 

She will let go because today, she is learning how to fall OUT of LOVE. It is  not easy. If falling in love is hard, falling out of love will asphyxiate her, but that does not means she won’t do it. what has been easy for her in life? Life was never going to be easy and just like always, she will once again sew back her heart. The patches of blood will ooze from the sewn bandages and the eyes are not going to turn dry, but she will fall out of love.

She knows LOVE is hard, bu she will walk till the very end for as long as it takes. She will find another star in her sky, but nothing will ever be like the one she had once met. Yet, she will fall out of love because love is never a one way walk.

 

Never give someone so much power that he starts defining your happiness. May be, she had lost the battle. She had eight goodbyes so far, but this is the ninth goodbye and now she will fall out of love.

 

Love is supposed to make you happy, not drown you in the sea of darkness. 

“Let us fall out of love, please God, I need you more than ever now. Help me let go and become the skeleton I’ve always despised. I never thought my end would be like this, but then I never knew a thing about it either. Thank you for whatever you had planned for me and thank you for helping me fall out of love”, she prayed.

Just then, she received a call,

“I’ve missed you so bad, love”

And she smiled despite herself. So much for letting go. So much for falling out of love. But, all she told…..