Before emerging from chalkboard-black-tunnels.

When I look back I feel a magnitude of fondness. For all the people who have got onto this box-like train of mine, at different stops, at different signals, and have made me emerge resplendently magnificent, through even chalkboard-black-tunnels. I miss those who got down at different stations, for reasons unknown, who packed their bags and waved goodbye, with a doleful look in their eyes. In all these years, I've been taught to look at things from other's perspectives, and even though I thought myself as a nonjudgemental being, I learned that when it came to situations new to me, I din't do anything but judge. When faced with these new situations myself, did I learn that I reacted not differently than those who I had misjudged. I have warmth for all the people who stayed in that compartment and never got down no matter what station came by. I have warmth for those who got down at a station, to empty their minds, only to get back on at the next station and fill those empty compartments with joy and happiness again.


Before emerging from the chalkboard-black-tunnels, I unwrapped beautifully packaged relations, to discover that I can love more people than one. And that every relation need not be agreed upon, as a socially acceptable one. And that, that is okay. I have felt tremendous love and affection for the tiny beings, who well are quite larger in size than me in reality, who have walked into my life, and breathed fresh air and perspective.


In retrospect, I would never take back any decision I have taken. I would always love people in my life in a gooey-mushy-hot-chocolate-fudge-way. I would always cherish every person who has boarded this train and made it fly with such exuberance that it never stopped, and would swish through that chalkboard-black-tunnel with ease and lightheartedness, looking back at a journey well lived, and another to yet begin.




I love you'll in a gooey-mushy-hot-chocolate-fudge-way. Yes you :)

Happiness. Its simple really. This is my happiness. :)

Have you ever had a feeling so intense, feeling-good-goosebumps type, that even though its just in your mind, it feels real?


Who said that you can't literally feel whats going on in your mind?
I can. I have.
Everytime I go onto pinterest(my latest obsession) I feel a sense of happiness.


A sense of longing to someplace, a sense of spreading my wings and flying away into one of the oh-so-serene images and starting my life there.
Of setting up a house, and doing it up with white walls,
Of wooden floors,
Of not just a handful but a heart-full of cushions and pillows of all sizes, small and big, yellow and pink, of earthy tones to blue blues.
Of small little antique kettles gurgling with water,

Of me in my specs and hair all tasseled down upon my shoulders,
Floating around with a mug of coffee,
Of staring out into the vast emptiness that
envelopes me in a sense of wanting to be part of the birds and bees,

Of all the oceans and seas, splashing against the shores and reminding us that they are alive and living life with such joy that its breathtakingly inspirational.


This feeling fills up my heart with such warmth,
that i get all gummy-bear-soft inside,
And all i want to do is breathe this feeling into someone else,
So that we could blanket our minds in perfect symphony and know that neither of us is on our own. We have each other.


I've felt happiness. People go around looking for it. Im lucky, i feel it every time i plug in my earphones with 'your hand in mine-explosions in the sky', and pinterest the things i love.
I feel elated and feather light.
I think that is what you call happiness.
:)