This goes out to all the women who loved me. The ones I loved back, and the ones I couldn't. The ones I once hated for hurting me, and the ones I hurt along the way. Thank you. Thank you for everything. For the smiles we exchanged. For the laughter we shared. For the tears we couldn't wipe away. But most of all, thank you for your time. Thank you for letting me be a part of your journey. Thank you for joining me on mine.
This goes out to all the women, except one. The one I'm marrying tonight. You and I... we're like diamonds in the sky.
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Saturday, January 07, 2017
The Scar
She rode out to war once,
On a thundering horse.
Her hair tied up under an iron helmet,
Her sword glistening in the sun.
They fought for days,
But eventually lost that campaign.
She returned, lucky to be alive,
With only a deep scar across her arm.
She was quite proud of that scar, actually.
Because it reminded her
Of a time she was reckless enough
To jump headfirst into a losing cause.
You must cover it up, they said.
Who will marry you with that ugly scar, they asked.
And so she did cover up the scar
With ornamental ink, so pretty.
A few evenings later,
She bumped into Prince Charming.
Her heart fluttered,
As he stared intently into her eyes.
And then he said,
Pardon me, but
You look a lot like someone
I once went to war beside.
She wore an iron helmet,
So I couldn't see her face clearly.
But I must admit
I felt true love for only her.
Because of her scar.
You see, she had this fierce scar
Right across her arm,
And that's what made her, beautiful.
On a thundering horse.
Her hair tied up under an iron helmet,
Her sword glistening in the sun.
They fought for days,
But eventually lost that campaign.
She returned, lucky to be alive,
With only a deep scar across her arm.
She was quite proud of that scar, actually.
Because it reminded her
Of a time she was reckless enough
To jump headfirst into a losing cause.
You must cover it up, they said.
Who will marry you with that ugly scar, they asked.
And so she did cover up the scar
With ornamental ink, so pretty.
A few evenings later,
She bumped into Prince Charming.
Her heart fluttered,
As he stared intently into her eyes.
And then he said,
Pardon me, but
You look a lot like someone
I once went to war beside.
She wore an iron helmet,
So I couldn't see her face clearly.
But I must admit
I felt true love for only her.
Because of her scar.
You see, she had this fierce scar
Right across her arm,
And that's what made her, beautiful.
Sunday, January 01, 2017
Tamaso Mā Jyotir Gamaya
A long time ago, before religion had been invented, humans lit ceremonial fires to celebrate. Fire, or light, has since time immemorial been the symbol of happiness across cultures, as has darkness been associated with gloom and negativity. Even now, for any joyous occasion, we light candles, earthen lamps, and little electric bulbs.. to decorate, but more importantly, to dispel darkness from our lives.
This picture is from exactly a year ago. I had just shifted into a new house, in a new city.. and was feeling rather blue. To be honest, I was regretting a bunch of decisions. After the movers and packers had left, I slept for God knows how many hours, only to wake up in the middle of the night. Disorientated, I walked into my balcony, and saw that my neighbours from upstairs had put up these fairy lights. A smile flashed across my face. I knew I'd survive this.
This picture is from exactly a year ago. I had just shifted into a new house, in a new city.. and was feeling rather blue. To be honest, I was regretting a bunch of decisions. After the movers and packers had left, I slept for God knows how many hours, only to wake up in the middle of the night. Disorientated, I walked into my balcony, and saw that my neighbours from upstairs had put up these fairy lights. A smile flashed across my face. I knew I'd survive this.
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