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. )

The Almost Kiss-1 

The place was unusually quiet for a college reunion. Or may be, I wasn’t listening. My mind was overflowing with the thoughts of the times I spent with these people- friends, acquaintance, foes all gathered under this roof, seven years after graduation. I wondered why I was there. 

Did I really want to see him after all these years? While my brain wanted me to storm out of that place on the first chance I could get, my heart wanted me to stay for just a little bit more. Just enough to see him once. Jordan, my friend, my secret keeper, the guy who fell in love with every girl he laid his eyes on. The one with all kinds of dating stories- funny, disastrous, steamy. He was my love guru, my go to person for every sexual query, my only contact on speed dial. We made fun of everything under the sun, the lonesome professors tired of their life, the girls mad enough to like him back, the guys I went to dates with. We were a team who judged every person we had to deal with. We were so different, yet when we talked, time passed in the blink of an eye. 

He was the charming guy, girls fell in love with. Not me, though. I was aware of his tactics, his moves to win over everyone. I wasn’t foolish enough to fall for his charm. Or was I? 

Atleast, not until the night on the porch…

To be continued…

Image source.

‘Cause you are a sky full of Stars

One of the perks of living in a small town, especially near the hills is that you get to see a sky full of stars. You can go to your rooftop, look up and witness a sea of twinkling lights all over the sky. The rationalist in me likes to remind me that they are nothing but large astronomical bodies made up of hot burning gases but the romantic me refuses to listen and dreams about spending a night under the stars with someone I love.

The night sky makes me think of God, of ghosts, of how we evolved, how we came into this world and how someday we would cease to exist. 

When I told my four year old nephew that Oreo has died, he asked me whether he has turned into a star. Somehow a simple lie that we tell kids made me feel better. The idea of lost loved ones watching over us from above, however absurd it is, soothes my soul. 

As I watch the moon come up, outside my window I feel lucky just to be alive, to be with people I love, to know that as of today I don’t have to locate too many stars in the sky. Yes, Oreo could be there somewhere but for now, I have all my loved ones with me, right under this sky. 

Let the sky just be romantic for now. Let the stars shine for us. 

Can you see stars outside your window? Do they remind you of someone you love or someone you loved and lost? 

Just an old picture of the moon I took years ago. Don’t have a camera good enough to capture stars. Someday, may be.


A typical conversation between us: 

Me: What if you meet Deepika Padukone somewhere  and she asks you to kiss her?

He: Why are we talking about things that are not gonna happen in this lifetime? 

Me: Arre, have some imagination and tell me. 

He: Okay… I would tell her that I have a girlfriend. 

Me: Oh please… Lie better! 

He: Achcha… What would you do if you are in a same situation with her?

Me: Hehe…You know my answer. 

He: Arre… Tell. 

Me: I would totally turn into a lesbian for her. 😍😍 

He: I knew it! 😏😏

Me: hehehe 😂😂

Who wouldn’t kiss her?

Source: here

Imperfect Love

We like to walk on lanes,

that are less travelled by,

And roam in unseen,

unheard places.

We like cooking meals together,

I cut onions, and

he wipes my tears.

He leaves the dishes unwashed.

and I forgive him every morning.

We like watching movies,

and laugh at silly scenes together.

He with his crooked teeth,

Me with my scarred cheeks.

We built forts in our dirty room,

and lie in tangled sheets.

We fight for the tiniest of things,

and then make up in a jiffy.

In a world striving for perfection,

We have found an imperfect love.



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