Love Relation

Husband. He is the opposite sex. Why do we forget that? Why do husbands remember but avoid that? We are not clones. Individuals act differently.
Husband is our life partner. We fall in love, get married and then grow up together but apart. Why does it happen so?

I’ve seen that in this modern era, people are suffering more. Depression and divorces are becoming so common. What is compatibility?
Loving someone beyond liking him is love. Asking a person to behave in a manner you like, is not.

My husband and I are one bad combination. Ours was an arranged marriage, we fell in love during courtship period. Many a times we realized it will be a difficult journey but we exchanged our vows on the decided date according to our ‘kundlis‘.

Living separately in different cities and talking on phone is one thing. When we met, I was allowed to be late and was appreciated. He was allowed to take the important calls and dress insanely.

But now after sharing one bedroom, life became complicated. Both of our space vanished in thin air. Due to the hectic events during marriage, I became so tired and cheerless and sleepless that I almost hacked into his life. And he did was- focusing on my flaws. Both of us didn’t know what we were doing.

I knew we had to stick together. We had to give ourselves a chance. We knew we loved each other because no matter how much we hated the incompatibly, we couldn’t think apart (I love him!)

But because men are stupid, its women’s job to tell him how things work. I told him we had to start talking. Our conversations had become small and that had to improve. He taught me to keep silent when irritated. Tough for both of us! We started to know each other from beginning.

For twenty seven years he had been growing at a distant city in a different environment, with unlike people and a catchy-contrast day routine. So was I. We suddenly expected to be perfect for each others in three months. We may/may not be in a year or a decade or our entire lifetime.

Now we are learning. To appreciate and love the life together. To respect the distance because it helps us to forgive and miss each other. We are teaching and changing our ways of life. And discovering the days and years we’ve missed.
We are finding love, everyday.

Honeymoon Part-1


Likuliku resort, Fiji

Ours was true ‘big fat Indian wedding’. With more than 5000 guest and a week of events and functions and hectic rituals, escaping the city became very important to ease on our tiredness. We flew from India to Fiji via Korea. Almost a day and half journey increased my . And I had a typical mind set (“how its supposed to be”) regarding honeymoon. This is a true story with no spice added.
Nothing serious, but honeymoon is not as sweet as honey, and you are mostly so tired that you won’t be seeing the moon much.

We were welcomed on the island with music and dance. I wanted to dance along, but my hubby was in formals. On heading to our resort, we chose a longer path only to see other resorts through boat. It seemed my husband was waiting for the room to start his romance. He was so tired carrying all the luggage that all our journey went sleeping and eating.

A deluxe room. More like a hut, with a private pool and a picturesque sea, a great view– calls you outside early morning at your private beach –from your bed. You won’t be lazy. We also saw the water houses above the beach. They are pretty. Some part of the flooring is of glass, so its nice to see the water under from the room. All night the waves make noise, which seemed disturbing to the couple– whose room we went in. They also had stairs to the water where they could do snorkelling in the water directly.

Don’t leave your camera and bikini/ bermudas. The scene is so gorgeous that we could sit there for hours and enjoy the sound of the sea.
Yeah, we did not. There was so much else to do (wink). We also had a bed at the outer porch near the pool with the view of sea. A personal space with so much in it that you needn’t go out of your room. But no food is served in the rooms.

Being vegetarians, I got bored of bread and butter and fruits. So, Monty would order for dinner in afternoon and they would search for our Indian recipes online and serve us at dinner. Always warm and welcoming.

Apart from the leisures, they have few water sports like scuba diving, snorkeling, kayaking, and other that I did not see.
Scuba was so annoying, more because we couldn’t go for it due to all training and stuff. I think Bora Bora is better for scuba.

How can I forget! Couple spa.. There’s nothing “couple” about it, only that you and your husband would share one room. You both get one strong muscular ‘woman’ massaging your backs. What a bliss it was! When we were about to sleep, we had to get up. If only we had a proper booking made! The massage was better than the Polynesian Spa in Rotorua, New Zealand (which is famous for I don’t know what. Just the different types of pools maybe.)
Fiji plays a different kind of music in your ears and mind. Its relaxing! Don’t stress for too much.

P.s. Go and spoil your senses.


I almost told him how I feel,
the feeling that flickers,
and it felt he suffers same emotion,

Times, he almost came up there but stumbled,
we never confessed
we probably never will

May be thats our ego
May be thats our cowardness- a quality we share– to lose a friend
May be thats our last chance
to get things better,
or ruin for life.

Can we be at two places at the same time?
At that moment, it feels like
go ahead, say it.
We’ll see whatever comes.
But then hope knows the borders,
Who are ‘we’ here?
Why is my we so alone!

Lost time

It was written a long time ago. Re-read it and thought I should share with you all. Hope you enjoy it. 


Love may happen twice
It may not

All that I want is a hug,
A hug that fills me up
And tears me apart at the same time
To which I can cry
And cherish all my life
A hug so bright and tight
A hug to remember

If you know you cant be with the person you love,.

When every song reminds you of him
When his name engulfs your heart
When there’s nothing that can be done to save oneself
When all you want is time to stop when you are together

When he seems the only saviour
Because you can imagine only him
And yet you can’t call out for help
Because something stops you, which is not ego
Because you just have to let go
Because you can’t do anything but drown

No matter how ahead you’ve come,
If you ever pause to look back
Something has stuck you

All I want is a hug for the last time
To secretly wisper all my misery to you
That they have ended
Cause then I’ll hold you
That hug would be the best and worst feeling
Because it would be the moment
I’ll be completely alive, or
maybe ready to die
Because even when I’ll have you in my arms
I don’t know how shall I let you go again

If I could just stop time
Or could end everything
Stay like that forever
With you
How I wish

Again falling in love
..with you..



There’s always this ‘where to start’ thing in my mind. What should be the first statement. I have this guilty feeling of using the one I’ve used in this article.

But I had to write that today’s day was such a waste. I’m in my early twenties and doing almost nothing. Eating, sleeping, breathing doesn’t count.

My exams ended last week and I decided to take few ‘good’ classes for the same exam as I’m sure that I’m going to flunk- for the first time, and have to reappear soon. It’s been three days that I’ve found out this amazing online class, which is perfect to make sure I complete my education. Still I did not enrol. To overcome my habit of procrastinating, I decided to take up three things target to do everyday (read it somewhere so thought I shall give it a shot) so that I don’t delay the registration anymore.

First and top of the list was to get a CD/DVD player, which was very urgently required to show my grandfather a series of mythological story that he’s been demanding since before my papers.

Second, my actual priority, was secretly top of the list in my mind: to get enrolled in the class! How much time could it take! I mean, instead of writing this I can still check the procedure and get registered. But no, I’ve to first tell somebody what I did, instead of doing it right. No wonder why I will flunk. As I’m growing older, I’m losing my interest in doing things right and liking to just be.

The third and forever to be last thing on the lists of my life was sorting the junk that I have piled up in a small cupboard that is barely two feet tall. But sorting is something that every person on this planet hates to begin, I’m sure. Why? That’s a different story.

Do I need to mention if I did a single task? Or should I cut it and tell what I did instead? Latter is better (Nope, it doesn’t rhyme).

I wasted my time in watching movies. My silly heart wants to write invested because I enjoyed, but investment is something that pays you back in future. Period.

Television gets the best of me. My school Principal once asked me if I wanted to be an actor. Why she ever asked me so? That’s not the point. The point is, I become someone else when I’m on television. Movies, precisely. The satisfaction I get when I complete watching one movie is priceless. All day watching movies.

Started with ‘the da Vinci code’, and was so jealous of the protagonists for their talents of cracking codes and the number of places they’d traveled. Second flick was ‘Julie and Julia’. I love Amy Adams after watching only two of her movies, this and Enchanted. Yes, I yet haven’t watched American Hustle, neither Man of Steel. It’s already very sad. Let me not go deeper into this. The third movie that I saw was, ‘World War Z’, I understand why Angelina was not casted. Then it was the great Judie Foster’s ‘Flightplan’, which kind of depressed me.

I did not learn anything, neither did I earn anything unlike the actors in movie and the channel that played it. I was only entertained, as if I had reasons to be bored. It’s a pity if I still don’t learn from my mistakes.

Still I have set two movies to record, ‘The Lucky One’ and ‘Man on a Ledge’, and the Brazil versus Mexico match.