Today was such a Bridget Jones Day!

Hey Folks, I’m back. It’s just something about this time of the year, it feels like its that time of the month. You know what I mean? Ehhhh!
So today, I am sitting on the 13th of February, just one freaking day away from Valentine’s. It’s February, the month of love! But do you know what does it feel like to me… Well, the weather is cold and then there are people with cold hearts who just give it that stale and rotten cherry on the top.

So because of the wonderful reason, I just had a perfect Bridget Jones Day. It’s one of those days when everything around me just made me feel sick. I was at home and dumped myself in my bedroom hiding away from all the mushy stuff playing on the radio, the Rs. 10 rose that was being sold for 100, the little red hearts that have been hanging down every second showroom around the whole god-damn country’s capital; because I just cant take it.

Coming back to being Bridget… yes I was walking around the house with my blanket wrapped, hoping that it would transform into a cloak and I would disappear. But for the common human joy, I am still here. I gorged on buckets full of indulging, orgasmic chocolate ice-cream cuz that is the love of my life. (Whatever happened to the weight-loss plan I was super zealous about.)

I haven’t found a Mark Darcy or a Daniel Cleaver, nor do I see one happening any time soon because it’s just beyond overwhelming. Two people meet, they just get along like a house on fire, they burn and turn to ashes. And for most people it is easy to recollect the ash and be ready to burn again. But I guess, I’ve already given up because the beauty of love in known to a few-

When you see dimpled cheeks, hear the breeze whistling through the soft wavy hair and get hypnotized by shy eyes that lure you to drown into the soul; hormones start waltzing around to the beat of the heart. You escape from the real life and surrender to a life that is surreal; you submit yourself to the drug called LOVE!!! When love strikes, it knocks off the day lights.

Been there, done that! Yes, this tempting concoction of passion, emotion and adventure had once acquired me. After defeating my now almost vestigial organ- brain, love took over me. I was an alien in this world, for an heiress from planet love, this human world felt like such a waste of time. I rather preferred spending each second of my life chanting the name of the one who had enchanted me. I retrieved myself after I allowed love to obscure me and rest is history.

This my friends is my understanding of love and what a shame, the world doesn’t even know a millionth of it.



A flimsy female’s fantasy fortress!!!


Dear God up above, I know it’s all written by you, I’m your story.

You are the director, the creator of this pretty little crowning glory.

Recording the little nuances, there are cameras rolling all around,

The hair and make-up done, the dialogues prepared and perfect sound.

I haven’t heard an ‘action’ or a ‘cut’ yet, but I’m playing my part,

I guess each shot is perfect, as acting resides deep in my heart.

Humming my own romantic tune I waltz and serenade,

But there is a rough side too, which when needed could through a grenade.

I fall in love each day, sometimes even with myself,

I need no prince charming, this Snowhite doesn’t even need an elf. 

Thanks to the high this life gives me, I’m flimsy, I fumble,

I can never walk a straight path, I stumble.

After all what do you expect from a girl marching in a 5 inch,

Living in a world of fantasy she wouldn’t even wakeup if you pinch.

There are a few curves as I travel through life’s topsy-turvy lands,

Curves beyond the obvious ones, the curly hair and the lines of my hands.

A whisper in the ear, a silken dress with some sheer,

A glass of champagne held perfectly my dear!

With expressions I will narrate endless terrible tiny tales and go on and on about,

The stories of my life and flirt through the night, even without a pout.

At times the character keeps on thinking for too long, a lot I wonder,

And even before I realise the thoughts become destructive and turn into such a blunder.

This is the fairy-tale of a careless flimsy female’s fantasy fortress,

Where she lives praising lord’s creations, the movie and a lot with which she can impress.