Chit Chat-3

Me: Hey! You there? ☺️

He: Yup. What Happened? 🤔

Me: Nothing. ☺️

He: Enjoying the food at home?

Me: Yeah, mom made Dosa, Sambhar and chutney! 😛

He: Even I want to eat Dosa. 😭

Me: I know how to make Dosa. I’ll make it for you next time.

He: Yay!!!!😍

Me: Plus my mom makes this really incredible peanut chutney. I’ll ask her for the recipe and we’ll try to make that too.

He: Idiot, that’s coconut chutney not peanut.😑

Me: Mental, there are all kinds of chutney: coconut, peanut, mix. You have limited knowledge regarding South-Indian dishes so shut up!😤

He: Okay ji.😳

Me: And my mom’s Sambhar is awesome too. She makes it differently, like a south Indian dish with a northern twist. I’ll learn to make that too.

He: Hmm… Great!😊

Me: Btw I was horny.😈

He: What!!! When?😯

Me: When I texted Hey! You there?🙈

He: Then?🤔

Me: Then we started talking about Dosa, sambhar and chutney.🙄

He: And now you are horny for food.😝

Me: hehe…yes.😂

He: haha 😂

Me: We are a weird couple.

He: I know. ❤️


(Chit-Chat: A series where I record conversations between me and my guy. Read the previous ones here. )


Tu kisi rail si guzarti hai…

Tu kisi rail si guzarti hai,

Mai kisi pul sa thartharata hun…

Tu bhale ratti bhar na sunti hai,

Mai tera naam budbudata hun…

Kisi lambe safar ki raahon main,

Tujhe alaav sa jalata hun..


Rough English Translation:

“You pass by like a train,

I shudder like a bridge under it.

Even though you don’t listen to me a bit,

I keep murmuring your name.

On a long journey,

I light up your memories (to keep me warm) ”


What a lovely song this is, with such marvellous lyrics. ( From the movie Masaan.) 

How Do You Say “I Love You”?

Around a year ago, during one of the most difficult phases of my life, in between an episode of terrible migraine I knocked on his doors. My head was bursting with pain, and I wanted to shut myself away from the world, distant from anything that produced any light or sound. His small, dingy room in a secluded space was a perfect place to crash down. After several bouts of nausea and vomiting, I was in a bad shape. As the headache subsided a little, my stomach was growling with hunger and all I wanted to eat were potatoes exactly the way my mother makes them. Not his way. Not my way. But the way my mother cooks them. With almost no expectations I told him the recipe. In his one room apartment, while I rested in his bed, he toiled in the kitchen to cook something he hadn’t even tasted. After half an hour or so, with almost a frightened look on his face he asked me to taste the food. I took a bite and smiled. It tasted exactly like my mother’s. And, for the thousandth time, I fell in love with the same guy.

After several years of being in a relationship, I understood that love is not just the butterflies you get in your stomach when you hold each other’s hand for the first time, or your first kiss, or roses on Valentine’s Day, or a romantic night under the sky.

More than being just a warm fuzzy feeling in your heart, love is a verb.

And in love, more than what you say, what matters more is what you do.


 Inspired by: Discover



Thunder and Lightning


Claps of thunder and bolts of lightning
Wind comes howling through
Sometimes love is just a kite string
And a heart shaped tattoo

And holding on can be so frightening
I know she’s frightened too
But I’ll go dancing out in the thunder and lightning
If she will too

If she tells me she will too…


(Words from a song by Passenger)

Black and White Photo Challenge #7

Because it’s his birthday today. And the only thing I bought for him was this cake. Apart from that, I lied to my entire family, made up great excuses so that we get to spend one day together.

Love is hard, especially when you have to hide your relationship from a lots of people, when you both are broke, unmotivated, and in a mess. But  I can still say that all our miseries are nothing compared to the love we feel for each other. Our tragedies turn into comedies the moment we meet. We laugh, we fight (a lot), we clean and cook together. We prefer lying in our bed,  than going out and enjoying a day in the sun. We bitch about people we mutually hate, and sympathize with the same people sometimes. We are completely different yet so alike. I don’t know how to say this but we are very wrong for each other but we are wrong in the right way. 


Orange nominated me for the Black and White Photo Challenge and I am so thankful to her for that. I can’t remember the last time I blogged so consistently. And even though I broke all the rules of the challenge, I am glad that I completed it today. Yay!!! 

Black and White Photo Challenge #3

Qutb Minar, Delhi

Yeh Delhi hai mere yaar, bus ishq mohhabbat pyar… ❤️

All my life, Delhi was a place of transition for me. It was the city that came midway while travelling from my hometown to both my colleges. It was the city, where I met my long distance boyfriend in bus stations, railway stations, airports. We roamed around its unknown lanes, aimlessly, just to spend time with each other. And two years ago, this city became an abode for both of us. Our long distance relationship, became short distance and I finally realised what it feels to be in a relationship. Delhi made me fall in love again, with a guy I was in love with since five years. 

Delhi is my “love” city. 

( I was nominated by Orange for the black and white photo challenge where I had to post pictures without any explanation but I bended the rules a bit. I believe every picture somehow tells a story and I like writing a few lines about each picture. Rules are meant to be broken, right?)

Chit-Chat (2)

Conversations between us…

He: *after sending me a couple’s picture* My friend is getting married. 

Me: Everyone except us is getting married. Tell me something new.

He: Like what?

Me: Like tell me when someone is getting divorced.

He: Got no such gossip. Oh yeah, got one, I am not talking to my brother.

Me: That’s lame. 😏

He: Okay then, I am going to wash my clothes.

Me: OMG!!!! Now, that’s breaking news. How did this happen? What made you do so? 😱😱😱😱

He: *facepalm

Me: hehehe 😂😂😂

(Chit-Chat: A series where I record conversations between me and my guy. Read the first one here. )