Wednesday, September 30, 2009

His Baby Eyes

He had the most adorable baby eyes I had ever seen. Well, may be I had seen a familiar pair before, but not among the people so close by.

"Are you listening to me?" I called him for the third time now. He was playing with his phone, as always.

"Yeaaa... what is it?" He posed an annoyed look that instantly changed into a familiar smile that had gave me a strange sense of belonging.

"You know you have baby eyes", I smiled.

"Ahan", he flashed me a radiant smile. I looked away, smiling, thinking, wondering.

He lives far off now. He still has those baby eyes. And they still make me smile. ^_^

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Being Free

We all are trapped. Each one living a life within certain lines that one cannot pass. We ache to breathe and break free. Breaking free would either be a step towards something bigger or it would all fall apart.

P.S. This is just a thought.It has nothing to do with my current state of mind :)

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

That Certain Something

We all are looking for that certain something. We know that it's some where close by and just when your mind is about to identify it, it seems to disappear. It's that something that keeps you going. A motive of some kind, a passion may be, or may be just a goal. Whatever it is, we are all running after it. Unless we are listening closely to our soul, we will always be looking for it in worldly gains. Someone heartbroken may say he lost his meaning of life; well, he's talking about his 'certain something'.

Close your eyes...
feel it sneak up on you... you suddenly feel a sense of happiness run through you...
And just when you want to own it, just when you wish to take in every detail, it vanishes.

I guess, most of our 'certain somethings' paint a picture of a life we consider perfect. It vanishes; if it didn't, what would we be running after? What would happen to that motive to achieve better and better until, ultimately, that perfect world for us?

Friday, September 4, 2009

To Momma...

Of the strongest memories I have with me, dear mama, is one of you putting on lipstick before going to work every morning. How you loved to wear your favorite shade everyday, picking it out of all the rest. Delicately applying it over the upper lip, with me eyes all wide open, taking in every detail of how smoothly you did. Grace and beauty was and still comes so naturally to you. At times, I used to ask so many questions, momma, why don't you do the lower one before the first one? Why do you wear it every day? Can I wear it like you? When will I grow up and do the same? Will you also let me wear your high heels? Will I look as pretty as you do? She managed to give quick replies and eventually had to tell me to wait since my questions never ended. She applied the lipstick on her lower lip, faster than the first and moments later she was picture perfect. So many memories still etched in my heart momma. It's where you live; in my roots. In everything.