Dreamy Days

At a cousin's wedding and being pointed out continuously by being said 'You're next' by cousins, their families and even unknown people.
Wow!
How on earth am I supposed to find the man of my dreams when the bride has accepted to stand with the groom who is nothing better than a compromise?

Its said that weddings are the most contagious places as they spread like live fire. One wedding leads to other, which leads to yet another, and this goes on forever.

But did someone ever ask me, what do you want from the guy who will be your man? All you not-so-happening people in the wedding, dying to see me married to any random-creepy-guy, here he comes...

Hero-like entry, dedicating a dance to the couple, he's making me go weak in the knees. Oh his moves, how could he even be related to the black-horsy-groom? He has the girls drooling over him and trying to grab his random-est glance. And then there is me. On a corner table, champagne in one hand, blushing, flushing, secretly hoping he notices me, observing his impeccably good looks and his perfect manly butt. (Ya i do notice that as well)
How I wish he was mine! I would have been at my wildest best every single time, had he been in bed with me! How I wish...

Hey, whats that? Oh hes right behind me, he's holding my hand! Singing for me(actually just the lip-sing).

Silence. I'm getting cold. Dad's looking and gets up. He expressed a 'Please???' to my dad. Dad smiles. He locks his eyes with mine, takes the glass and keeps it on the table, and with a firm grip on my hand escorts me to to the center-stage, the song continuing in the background. Dude, I feel so weak in my knees, I might just fall.

After a silly cameo jig, I'm back to the corner enjoying the drink, and now that this corner has become the center of attraction i see prying eyes of every person on me.

Dances done, ceremony done, food done, meetings, greetings and gossiping also done, I feel tired, especially because of the 5-inch torture. But the family is in no mood to move. Bored of hearing all the jabbering, I think of going to the open lawn, feeling the fresh air in the middle of the night through my face, leaning on a side platform, giving my feet  a bit of well deserved rest.

And I'm cold again. The same touch on the same hand. I turn around, just to get my eyes locked with his, and he carefully holds me by my waist and makes me sit on the platform like his Queen.
Removing those painful heels, he starts massaging my feet. Someone tell him to stop or I'll turn into a cold blooded mammal very soon.

"I don't know if this is love, but I know you are what I think will take us to love and bliss." Kneeling down he says in a voice so drugging, "Marry me!"

And the next I hear is a thud!! Even at 24, I still fall from the bed.

Happy Ending

Before I start, this is not a film review post. Please spare me from the critic-club!

All of us plan for a happy ending. In career, love, life.

But is it always that we have a happy ending? And in the first place, do we even have an ending?

What is an END for us? A break-up? Or maybe death? Or something worse than death like depression?

But there is always a scope for love again after an intense breakup as well. There is always scope for life after death. I mean who knows? And there is always scope for getting over depression.

I have a fracture today. But there is always scope for recovery.

And in all this where is the END? Only for the unwanted.

Emotions and feelings don't have an end. They just have to be waved-off for a while only to come back with a full-fledged vibe.

The moment you are happy, life and Karma save you from reaching the end and only when you feel that you're nearing an end is that you sense a new start making it a Happy Always.

"We fall in love only once"

No. For me its actually the number of times I have read romance novels.

When people say love is all about feelings, it is all about what is in the mind. Its your thought process because the brain has thinking cells and not the heart.

If I read a fifty shades today, I love Grey. I see Grey in someone who has caught my attention for a while, and I see myself falling for the "grey shades" in that person which wouldn't had been noticed had i not read the book.

Even when I got a copy of "Love beyond reason" in my hand, the gist alone was enough for me to realize that I'm going to have yet another beautiful time being in love.

Love is to be happy. And happiness is the key to cure loneliness and depression.

Keep reading. Continue being in love.

Yes Madam!

Okay. So this is not my boyfriend who's following my commands. At the first place, why am I saying all this when I don't even have one?

Maybe, just a little escalation by silly silly brain.

Anyhow, so this was by someone in my firm.

So this mister (actually, the intimidating shorty monster), does not want me to call him Sir.
In fact, whenever I say the word SO he hears it as SIR (putting all his energy in meetings, guess his listening senses have deceived him).

And so today when it was my robin in the round, he asked me to start by addressing me with the phrase, "YES MADAM".

Okay Sir, I've been taught since childhood to address men older to me as SIR.

Secondly, if the reason of him being a little-too-rude is that his so-called-confident-solution to the impossible and untidily configured task did not work for me was because it was untidy and not lack of working skills on my part.

And lastly, I'm talking to myself! Insanity!!

Texas! Sage Crying Saga

It was just another day in grad school. A boring lecture and nonsense-speaking professor. Everyone was like 'whats-in-the-book-and-what-is-she-teaching?' in their heads.

And then there was me, in one secluded corner reading this novel under the desk which changed my outlook towards life and relationships.

Texas! Sage.

Somehow I was always fascinated by the brown sepia effects in movies. And while reading this one, it was one fantastic experience that struck right through my heart where even the cupid wont be able to hit, never to go away.

The story was nothing more than ordinary. Then what was so special about it that made me cry for 2 hours after i finished reading the novel?

Several days passed by and I still did not find the justification of shedding tears, until I received a text from someone expressing the still-in-place long-lost love.

WOW!! Have I not come over from the past? Am I not a rock at heart? Do I still have feelings deep within me? Was I looking at the character as me? 
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And then there was my conscience smirking and murmuring, "Yes-No-Yes-Yes".