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I am YOU ....

I loved Cinderella, the day I saw her for the first time. I can’t remember my age though, but I remember the cover of the book. The beautiful gown…pretty eyes and definitely the most appealing shoe I have ever seen after that. I read the story countless times. I loved Cinderella because she taught me to ‘Hope.’ Hope that one fine day I would live happily ever after! Back then, life was so simple and classified. Classified into black and white, classified into good and bad.  It was mostly about praying and playing  smile emoticon I changed my ambition almost every day. I often wanted to be a nun but sometimes I wanted to be an actress or a model as well. I also remember about imagining how I would look dressed up like a lawyer. By the time I could figure out what I wanted I was grown up. Ask me now, I am still not sure. May be a writer someday or maybe I want to dance once like never before. In one line……..I don’t know what I would do tomorrow!! But ask me about ‘To...

The dance and the glance ....

I was on my own... Turned around on my toes.. And landed on my heels  Suddenly he caught my hands..and swirled me Fingers clasped  I rolled out and rolled in... And then with a mighty grace.. He swayed me down In that flash of light I saw a glance of him Tall in that crowd...He looked down and smiled Chin up and hair down I threw my hands around his neck I felt a grip strong on my hips  Strong to lift me high up... And as I came down... For the first time my eyes met his eyes We danced like a dream A dream that I never dreamt before  In the arms of the unknown  There was nothing to loose.. Nothing to gain And then when the clock struck twelve The spell was about to end I took one last turn... And kissed him on his cheeks " I have to go" is the ... first and the last thing I ever told him Ran down through the crowd..wore my slippers and reached the car.. As I sat holding my breath... I wished I ...

The Conversation.....

Me : I am a mess..I am damaged at times She: I am a mess too I create storms and kill people But they still come.....to sit near me, to float on me Me : I feel broken She : So what? I am continuously breaking.. As we talk...look at that beautiful wave of me And look how mercilessly I will break it into million pieces But I will form again..so will u Me : I miss my Mom She: I was never born out of a Mother..I don't know what it is to be a child Me : I feel lonely She : Ha ha ha ha....Sky is my friend but we never met Me : I want to feel good...want to feel happy She : Come...Walk up to me Let me tickle your toes Let me make love to your pain Me : ( While walking back drenched ) When do I get to see you again? She : I don't move places...you do! I will be right here... I know...It wouldn't be too long It's a crazy world out there They will send you back soon ;)

I want you to reach ME !!!

I want you to ask my name, I know name does not matter but the way you call mine... Surely does !!! I want you to look into my eyes, I know I am a born actor, but if you could read those hidden desires.... I would never mind giving up my best actor title !!! I want you to listen to me, I know I talk a lot, but if you could hear the unsaid part.... The silence will be louder than words !!! I want you to walk with me, I know there is no straight road, but if we together can master the maze, getting lost will be a reason to find each other !!! I want you to witness me being "Phoenix" , not because I want to prove myself, but to safe guard a piece of me in you, to give me strength whenever I fall short of !!! I want you to watch me dance, not because I'm the best dancer, but to assure you that when determined I can glide you smoothly through all nodes of life !!! I want you to seduce my mind, not that I don't have a body, but it's the mind that rules.  If you ca...

Just Be Beautiful !!!

Why is the moon so beautiful? It was a drive back home with some soft music cajoling my heart Suddenly I caught the glimpse of the beautiful moon traveling with me A tiny voice asked me….” Why is the moon always so beautiful?” I pulled the car to the side of the highway and switched on the parking lights A lonely road, a well-lit sky and a question in my mind Lazily I leaned onto the bonnet of the car and looked up…… I was speechless, hypnotized by her radiance I could sense her smiling at me…I could sense her pride! What is it? First I thought, it might be the perfect shape Then I thought……..Well, what’s the perfect shape?? Round or crescent……she has always outshone herself And when she isn’t there……we often look up to the sky and ask “Where is the Moon?” She is missed……no matter how busy we are!! I looked at her again… I wished I could ask her ……I wished I could just go to her and talk My heart raced with the wish…..I think I found my answer I stared at her in dis-belief…...

Just Living it up !!!

With days rolling into months and months gliding into years......I realized the freedom of growing perfectly imperfect. Yes, I get angry seldom...ahh...sometimes......ok....like quite frequently. And my phone suffers, by now it might have taken some five hundred and forty three leaps and bounces on the ground. No.......I have never tried counting numbers in the reverse order... In fact I have stopped doing any kind of anger management and my friends have now almost mastere d the act of ' Ridhi management  wink emoticon ' I no longer have a euphoric feel in challenging my self-control. After a whole day on fruits and salads I at times feast on rice just before I go to sleep!! I had been trying to get back to shape for the last five years and trust me I am still trying. The enthusiasm is at the peak when my eyes pop out on Deepika's waistline but once I am out at the interval I don’t forget saying at the counter...." Bhaiya, Popcorn mein butter zyada dalna .." ...

The Dark ... And the darkness !!!

That was a dark night... She was feeling the void, kept staring at phone but all she could hear was the crystal clear silence. Darkness started dominating the hopes, that loud silence was killing her. Fate was playing some serious games, which she could not understand. This was one of those unusual nights when she wanted to find answers to few open ended questions of her life. Why me? , How could he do that to me?, Is this what God planned?.... Were a few powerful thoughts which ruled her that night. Eyes on phone, and mind struggling with thoughts that kept bouncing back and fro. Those all unshared thoughts needed a vent, all those hidden emotions wanted to erupted like a volcano. She lost touch with smile, laughter and composure for that night. Those five years had left her with a moist pillow each morning, a strange world and lot of unanswered questions. Six months had passed since that last phone call from a different continent approached her, just to inform "It's not wo...