lovely breezes...

Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik

I love these words.

My opened dairy has these words..written in my college days. Below which I have written.."I donno which is faithful hand".

Years past quickly...I learnt that I do have a faithful hand...

Reasons to get married are simple in this world. I was looking for complex... I guess.

At 23 feeling breezes alone is not painful.....as I know its gonna end.

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A New Experience awaiting..

I am leaving my sweet hostel and moving to an Isolated IBAB new campus, gonna miss my roommates, reliance fresh, Bus stop where I have regular faces with confused smile, lengthy traffic jams which a hundreds times made me feel "get down and run from the bus, or else you will never reach office"..and when the driver is not having the spirit of competing with the traffic..I call him Lazy Bug..and often thinks, before getting down the busy, I should tell him," this is the worst driving I have ever seen"..I lose my temper in this buses..but I never express it..I convince with the fact that many feels the same..But now in the new place, I am gonna stay few feet away from office..I will walk..I will reach in minutes...Now I will miss the Buses, my time pass in buses...watching so many dresses, straight noses, hair styles, hand bags, listening funny gossip, peeping into books people read (just curious what is making them read while standing in the sweating crowd of bus)...my happiness when I see someone I know in the bus....

My evening walk with roommates to a chai shop..before reaching to hold
a cup of tea, we catch a plate panipuri..and then turn to tea..and there
we start our gossip..for hours n hours.." please can I call you later,
we are speaking actually"..our usual response to avoid people from
disturbing us...I can imagine a lil of my life after marriage..with
my neighbours.

Bangalore is very soothing experience for me..yesterday just before it
was going to rain..I took a walk on the roads.. two streets away from
my hostel..I feel the weather as it is, as it want me to. I was looking
at the houses and thinking ..why don't people come out at this time
and enjoy what nature is giving to us..

I changed many places in this four years at Bangalore, each one was a
very different experience..but I never missed this much while leaving
any place...I think it is about people what makes us like something...

Realize- nonsense

I realize,

I am not talented but I am enthusiastic.

Being a village gal, I enjoy giving a walk on the civilized roads.

My mom a coffee addict. I follow.

A touch will bring back ___ years past to present..a year is not a big deal!

I like the part of analyzing the difference..in life it sucks, in job ..my work made simple..

Core of me..has strong belief on Indian marriage system..I was crazy about western culture ..until I realize this..

Regular gossip has established ..as part of a women life.

We can watch romantic movies in bulk suddenly..know how?? One of my roomie is newly in love- we benefit seeing romantic movie very often, of his choice.

I never know I love my Nose so much until I got a kitten bite on it.:))

Job-Chappal Story

We see somethings real..A young girl walked out of a huge building without chappal.She went there to attend an interview. She used to work for a small firm and all her aims and goals bought her into that huge building. She walked out without chappal after interview and when the gate keeper asked her, what happened to your chappal..she said with lots of excitement, " I got Job, My chappal broke after it..it doesn't matter much for me, I am in happiness of Job, I will walk home like this" ..She travelled two hours in bus and came to my room, in fact she is my roommate. She was a graduate who dreams of solving all the problems of relatives not only parents. I was inspired by her Job-chappal story.

I am no more called Village granny

Village girls..u should know something about them..those innocent buds. Even I was one at one point of time.. I am glad if people considers me still so..anyways now when I meet any girl, any middle aged woman, any old woman..I find them with tender hearts. U don see those harsh things that easily ..we guys manage in cities..They do the best in their life. For me it pains that I am no more going to belong to that Village girl or woman or granny...I am not gonna be those lucky mother who gives 5 paise to her daughter, for allowing her to kill a head louse on her head.. I charged a lot for my mom for doing this..almost used to end up taking 5 rupees once she cleans my head...It would be a surprise for me to be kicked out of this life and thrown in that tiny spot of my village in map..I am struck here in between "don stop anywhere" and "stop it's nowhere"..A two day visit to my home only makes me realize what I miss in my life.. I doubt if I think living is some thing to say like..."I used to live once upon a time"...