In Vacant or in Pensive Mood

Love; what can I say about it that hasn't already been said before? So much has been said about this feeling, this state of being, this emotional package...through books, poems, movies, plays, and songs. Yet, somehow, there is nothing as indescribable as love, nothing as intricate, and nothing as complex. Love makes everything so simple, and still somehow complicates everything. I grew up with my fair share of Indian cinema and English novels, and I have always believed in true love. However, I have never thought that love was for me. Like The Monkees sang (Neil Diamond's lines), I thought love was "meant for someone else and not for me". I never thought I could ever fall in love. You know what I mean, right? I had always imagined that I would marry a man my parents find for me and that I would just eventually learn to love (or rather, tolerate) him. I didn't think I would ever have to worry about standing in front of my parents, telling them that I li

There are some people who are so special to you that you consider them to be your own. So much so, that when you see another person getting close to a special someone, you feel pin pricks in your heart. You feel engulfed by a bitterness so great, it manifests in the form of an inexplicable rage radiating like fire from your eyes, your lips tighten and fists clench, as you try to pretend that you aren't hurt. Inevitably, though, the hurt takes over, your stern face melting through a quivering chin, the fire in the eyes replaced by the glistening of tears which, unable to contain themselves, pour out like silent rivers across the face. Silent rivers, spilled in quiet loneliness. It doesn't end there! Getting more dangerous by the minute, the mixture of emotions take shape into words, spitting out of the mouth or spilling out from the ends of our fingers and on to a medium that reaches that person, your special person. A couple of thoughts did occur to you about hurting the

How would you describe your perfect day? Do me a favour and make a list of things you would do and events that would take place on your perfect day. Now go through that list and tell me honestly, have you ever lived that day? Reviewing my list of a “regular” perfect day (Oh yes, I made three categories of lists), I find that I have never done some of those things even once in my life. Some of the things, I have rarely done. For the most part, though, all of those things haven’t been possible on the same day. I always make resolutions which I earnestly hope to keep up, but somewhere along the way, some of them do get lost. I have been pursuing perfection all my life, sometimes feeling that I’m "almost there", sometimes finding myself way off track! I have often imagined myself being who I think is the perfect version of myself. As I meet more people, see a little more of the world, learn new things, and undergo new experiences, my perception of the perfect me also c