And binging on junk food

Taking the worried mind

And a racing heart to sleep

I never knew the miracles of the night.

Chaotic dreams

In an overthinking psyche

Racing images

On a burdened heart

Always difficult to fathom

The surprises the night brings.

Quarantined and how!

Cooking, mopping, washing

And then cooking

Eleven hours of work screen time

While the night fairy

Presses on with a star studded heaven

Yet I gloriously fail

To notice these wonders

At a snail’s pace

I let go; discovering

Peace in mundane

And joy in nothingness

With a flowing mane

In the gentle breeze

Of this miraculous night

While my olfactory senses

Revel in the clean air

Redolent with the fragrance

Of jasmine

Leaving an unpleasant present

Wishing for a joyful tomorrow

I finally relax

In the miracle of the night

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Statutory warning: This is not yet another post on my wishes about my wedding and mother in law. I would rather call it an emotional one and I usually prefer to stay away from such poignant rants. After thirteen long years, my family will be shifting from a plush south Delhi home to another lavish…

Yes, I am the elder one. The one who has to carry the burden of expectations of her parents on her frail (current state) shoulders for lifetime. The elder one who has to grow up early because she is supposed to be mature compared to her younger siblings and cousins. But I used to be…

Respected Mother-in-law Funny, how people close to me keep teasing me that you are to be dreaded and revered at. And funny, how my previous manager said that you’ll be the one to straighten me up ( I have already improved myself a lot, so lesser tasks in your kitty now) Let’s get somethings straight,…

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Are you aware about the colourful story behind the creation of the Ashrafi Mahal in Mandu?

And as you turn towards happiness, Life turns in your favour.

At a real life castle ! Burg Castle, located in Solingen near Wuppertal, Germany is a medieval age castle with its own bloody history. The longitudinal balcony (where I am standing) reminds me of the favourite viewing area of Starks in #got

Just like the petals of a bud slowly open to reveal the beautiful flower, The life of your dreams is also slowly unfolding.

I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Caption Credits: #louisarmstrong

It is a dangerous business Frodo, going out your door, you step onto the road and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off. – Bilbo Baggins, #lotr Well trekking for the Kareri Lake was definitely dangerous. 

When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and our willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point of pretending that nothing has happened or we are not yet ready.  The challenge will not wait, life does not look back. A week is more than enough…

Spotted these lovelies at the Grugapark in Essen. It is a biodiversity park housing the most vibrant flower plants which will leave you mesmerised. 

I dreamt of this paradise Never knowing I was already part of it.

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I wish we could all conjure a Patronus charm to counter severe anxiety and mental exhaustion that we are going through.Or we could Avada Kedavra all the covid variants!

Fantasy fiction keeps me sane, it makes me believe that things will be fine in the end. There is another world, a writer’s world, that can transfer you into a fantasy filled arena. This place is magical and maybe it helps me keep my inner magic (if that is a thing!) in place.And the one…

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Some of the few episodes really go through at a snail’s pace but you eventually get fond of the characters. Here are a few notable ones:

Dr Phlox is a cheerful doctor with a dozen degrees and shows an unusual enthusiasm to socialise with his shipmates. And let’s not get started on his wide yet eery smile!

The show runners showed Lt. Reed as a somewhat monotonous character in the initial episodes but you eventually start appreciating his passion for arms and tactics.

T’Pol, the Vulcan Science officer, talked about cultural acceptance when her fellow humans found difficult to not judge the differences existing amongst other planetary species.

Her stand on the P’Nar syndrome (very much like AIDS) was also well placed considering that she was the one who calmly retorted to the Vulcan medical council that the Vulcan mind meld does not come under “their” idea of acceptable behaviour. Killing them with pure logic!

She starts of as an annoying liaison officer on Enterprise but eventually displays an exemplary loyalty towards her captain and empathy towards humans.

Her struggle with Trelium D shows how difficult it is even for a Vulcan to not engage in short cut method to relieve tension.

Trip Tucker is my favourite character of the lot. An engineer who is passionate about his warp 5 engine and never misses a chance to fiddle with a device – human made and alien made alike. His initial nonchalance to Vulcans is quickly subsided when he learns to work with one. And not to forget the many shades his character displays.

His stubbornness is annoying in the initial episodes but you start admiring it when he, as the acting captain places the Enterprise in between the Andorians and the Vulcans to prevent a war started by Andorian hard liners. More such instances follow later:

He stands up for species rights when he takes a curious interest in a third gender alien and teaches them to read/write and think about their ambitions rather than being a child bearing humanoid for a couple.

He displays philosophical orientation when he talks about the experience of climbing the mountains and not only learning to do the same to the third gender alien.

He openly cries while watching movies or remembering his dead sister and we are reminded that he is not toxic masculine although he is aggressive.

And not to forget his clone Sim, who, while expressing his affection for T’Pol states that he had no intention to make her uncomfortable. Feminist through and through.

Connor Trinnear really did an excellent performance while portraying the passionate engineer with an adorable southern accent.

Captain Archer reminds me of Agent Coulson of MCU. He is critical of Vulcans as they delayed the development of his father’s warp engine by not sharing the technical know-how. But while exploring the outer space, he learns to dissolve his differences with Vulcans and eventually becomes a sought after starship captain to resolve intergalactic species disputes. But the writers really screwed up his character as someone who is impulsive and impatient many a times. They had so much variance to explore in a fine actor like Scott Bakula.

Wait for it….

Last but not the least, Captain Shran. Before he nick named us humans as “pink skins” I would have never thought that we can be called as “pinkish” and not some other colour. The subtle comic relief that he brought to the series, rescuing Enterprise many a times when even the Vulcans didn’t show up and reminding Captain Archer that he owes him time and again are actually little “AHA” moments. His unabashed enjoyment in the cold environment of his planet (see pic below) shows a unique zest for life.

The cold gets “the blood running” here

And I will never forget the expression on his face when Captain Archer had cut a portion of one of his antennae in order to defeat him but not kill him when Shran was out for blood when his love interest was shot by a Tellarite.

Star Trek Enterprise is not as extraordinary a series as The Original Series but it gradually grows on you and sometimes you really wish that it should have been given more seasons. All the characters had so much more to tell and teach us about acceptance & tolerance!

Long life and peace !

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I have been made to wear about four of them – pearl, coral, ruby and yellow sapphire/amber in chronological order. I threw away my first pearl ring (which my departed maternal grandfather gifted me in 10^th grade) because I could not write fast enough in my pre-board exams. (Ring in pinky finger does slows you down).

Then I wore it again, but I had a tendency to throw it away – I believe it was never meant for me.

Then came the coral because apparently my planets were misaligned and blah blah! Truth be told, my mind was misaligned more than my planets. At God knows how many astronomical units, these bloody planets can not affect me at the same rate as my mind can.

Getting back to our topic, coral was on my left finger and then the ravishing blood red ruby on my right one. I did not pay much attention to the ruby one, though I always relished looking at rubies in my childhood. After a year I was advised pearl again and that too combined with the coral one as a pendant. Imagine having to carry that much weight around your neck. Harry Potter, you have my sympathies when you wore Slytherin’s locket around your neck.

Last but not the least, the yellow sapphire came and trust me I can not afford to lose it or even throw it away. No puns intended. I might have spent a good smartphone’s worth on it.

I never knew the value of my blood red ruby ring until the day one of my colleagues pointed out her fondness for the same. Not once but more than thrice.

She still asks me from where did I get it and I always tell her I will tell you, though I forget to ask the friend who got me the ring, the name of jeweler.

There are more than thirty faces on this ring and I counted these after five years of first adorning it on my ring finger. You know why? Because I took it for granted, I took its sheen, its beauty for granted like we always do with so many people and things in our life. My colleague made me realize the lovely shine it reflected and refracted whenever I moved my hands or gestured angrily or threw my palms into my head when I wanted to pull away my hair.

Too bad, it took me five years and a person to finally see the beauty of this stone…..

But now I love to savour the shine of the ruby ring and deliberately move my finger at different angles so that I can bask in those little rays of light from the gemstone. They do make me happy, however small that might be.

Imagine what a solitaire would do!

Meanwhile that Slytherin’s locket or rather the coral-pearl duet lies away in my Mom’s dressing table. I think it has become a horcrux now because when I finally took it off, a wave of relief swept me. It probably took a part of my darkness away.

I can not believe what I am writing but it is 2 a.m. in the night and spookiness prevails.

But yes, the ruby stone is beautiful, better than any piece of jewellery I ever had.

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To jot down these lines for you

After all these years

I collect the entrapped feelings

one by one, piece by piece,

for words always fell short

for what I felt for you

They say we are perfect for each other

Used to think on the same lines

Eons ago, in the ancient times

Now I feel, we were imperfect

destined to cross to learn life’s lessons

The bygone memories

Flood my insides

Burning my flesh

Yet I stay stone cold

The way you always wanted me to be..

That boyish scratching of your head

And that kid like laughter of yours

That soul piercing gaze

Through your lean spectacles

And your failed attempts at dancing

Still bring a smile to my face

Though no more charming me

I had forgotten all that….

Always questioned my sanity

whence it came to loving kittens

Until I met you

For you adore them in equal measure

I climb the mountains alone

Unknowingly reminiscing your teachings

I lose myself in their beauty

The way you relished them

With time I have learnt to let go

Becoming ruthless once again

I often find you in the people I meet

Your essence appears in the men I fancy

Somehow, your presence always creeps back here

in the very crevices of my heart…

Their sporadic antics remind me of you

Summoning the butterflies back again

Onerous it is for me to not fall again…

But none could match you

None of them could reach deeper

They fail to understand me

The way you did

So I leave them and move on

With time the realization dawns

You complimented me

And they do not

So I leave them again

And write this to move on

You made this so effortless

Why can not they be like you?

Am I so hard to love?

For you were the only one to tear these walls

That I have built around myself

Took me years to get over you

And now

Just a few hours

Over “them”

Indifference is the word they use for me

They know not your absence taught me

To withhold my sentiments

To become stone cold

My icy interiors have forgotten love

Have forgotten care

So I love myself enough

To not need anyone else’s…..

You hold the promise of not revealing me

To no living soul ever

I am still a secret of your dark past

hidden from your current flame…

I have kept my part of the secrecy

But now I am failing

I have kept myself sane

Even after dollops of alcohol

But the gripping nostalgia

Is compelling these lines out of me

Each drop of Jack Daniels

Screams of your memories

And that day you pestered me

To savour the magic liquid

Yet I draw all strength

To not well up

Naysayers wonder that I jinxed

by writing about my fancies

So I kept these lines piled up

Because optimism never abandoned my side

“You are the flower of my life”,

This flower had forgotten to bloom

Turning into a prisoner of her mind’s doom

Now she has started blossoming again

With no yearnings for you

My absence and silence moves everyone,

why could they never move you?

Maybe they are not as stoic as you were

And now, I have become you……….

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Like many temporary single kids, I was first amazed by my helpless blob of a sister who had her fists closed even though she was not holding anything. Being the empathetic girl I am, I always tried helping her out by opening her fists but she refused this kind service of mine by closing them again. Even in sleep. Damn!

And a good amount of my parents’ time was spent on looking after her. And I used to wonder what happened, what wrong did I do. Just kiddish immature thoughts, you know.

I was repeatedly told that I am the elder one and hence more mature and more understanding. I knew it was a trick by my parents as I was least bit of mature and understanding at that point of time. I still sometimes have doubts about my “maturity” and “understanding”.

Coming back to my story: one fine day, at a tender age of 7 (I was not tender at all though!), I was given my own room. A whole room with cabinets, study table and a cosy bed! I could do anything in it but I was supposed to maintain it on my own with least help from my parents.

Because I’m the elder one.

So within that room, I built a world of my own, surrounded by books of every shape and size, newspapers and God knows what. I wrote my first poem in that very room, rehearsed my first song (I am a trained Indian classical singer), did not prepare my first speech (can’t take much credit here, my Mom trained me before Cinderella came), decorated my first set of trophies and secretly relished mango pickle. In that very room, I committed the sin of dancing like Bollywood heroins (Mom’s stoles were used as props) before turning into a full fledged tomboy. And till date, I still take care of that room of mine even though we have changed places and even after Cinderella started sharing it with me. (Talk about adjustments before marriage) No one, absolutely no living soul (ghosts are allowed) is allowed to tidy up my room. That power of attorney has been vested in me by my parents. So when Cinderella decided to move out of station for her higher education, a hole was created in the life of my parents. As I was the elder one, I was always expected to take care of myself while the younger one was pampered like anything. (My late grandparents pampered me even more as I am the eldest in the family, so we are even). So all the attention has been diverted and is returning back to it’s original recipient. But the original recipient is shocked and feeling weird. I used to be sad initially when my sister was a baby, but eventually I learnt not to crave attention/affection/love from anyone and this lesson has helped me till date.

Getting back to the topic, my parents are paying extra attention to me, cooking specifically for me, happily listening to all my wishes and waiting to have dinner with me on those days when I get late from the office. My independent nature is getting smothered with parental love.

Rhonda Byrne says that be careful about what you wish for, chances are you might get it. I got this attention after 23 years and now I am complaining. My sister must be reading this with a red face and cursing her luck like anything. And I’m asked to sleep between my parents like in the older days because I might be feeling “lonely.” Trust me, I love this loneliness.

This loneliness has been my friend since my new room days, has understood me like no human being and had been/has been/will be the most loyal aspect of my life. Loneliness is empowering and when accompanied with silence, provides the most enriching atmosphere for any soul to thrive.

So there is a stiff competition between this new found attention and my solitariness. Let’s see who wins!

P.S.: I hope my future mother-in-law does not think too highly of me after reading this. I am the eldest, but have my fair share of mistakes. So mother-in-law, please do not hand over your bunch of keys the minute I step into your household. And to her son, tidying up the room or house is a joint responsibility. Wink wink.

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After the exciting events of Queen of Shadows, with magic getting unshackled and a slew of revelations, the fifth book of this series raises the level of writing and story-telling a bar higher. SJM is not the master of world-building in this series but it gets better. Technically speaking, this book and the Tower of…

The most anticipated reunion of all the time happens in this book with a few fireworks and three related characters getting hilarious headaches. The daughter-heir plays the Daes Dae’mar (Game of Houses) really well while dealing with the factions in her kingdom and the rulers outside of Andor. Golden-eyes forms an alliance with a nuisance…

The fourth book of the Throne of Glass series was a maelstrom of twists, turns, thrill and countless revelations. Not to forget the friendships forged and the secrets revealed. The adorable wyvern continues its journey of fluffiness and its loyalty towards the Wing Leader of the Iron Teeth witches. The Wing-Leader of the Iron Teeth…

The third book of the Throne of Glass series is longer by hundred pages as compared to the previous books. It goes more deeply into the characters and introduces a few new ones. What I hated about this book is the lack of maps of Wendlyn and Doranelle. There is an adorable wyvern which loves…

“You trouble me so, Rand-al Thor. Light, sometimes I think that the Creator made you to trouble me.” And Rand-al Thor continues to trouble me! Our Dragon Reborn is getting annoyingly arrogant of his “dragon” and undefeated status and it looks like the power or the saidin is getting to him. Thank Robert Jordan for…

My, oh my, Robert Jordan delivers again on the 7th book of the Wheel of Time series. I was expecting fireworks, in your face humour and twisted politics. What I did not expect were a host of feel good moments, over shadowed characters coming into their own, introduction of a no-nonsense Mc Gonagall like character…

The second book of the beloved Throne of Glass series was heart-wrenching, baffling and thrilling, to say the least! The Adarlan’s assassin comes into her true form in many a fight scenes and now we know, why she is feared all over the empire. The Crown Prince was just another chocolate boy in the first…

Book review alert - The first four books of The Wheel of Time Series. If you persist enough to read the second book titled “The Great Hunt” and love it, then there is no turning back for you. From the second book onwards, the complex plot gradually unfolds, the characters get through massive changes and…

I did not expect this book to be so enchanting! I was under the impression that this will be another Twilight but to my utter delight, no, it is not! The first few chapters are gradually building the plot and the characters, and the story line is not fast-paced but it is not slow paced…

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Every time I look into my wardrobe full of fancy clothes, I really wish it to elongate with more coats & dresses and what not.
Oh no, I’m not lusting after more apparels, I’m simply wishing to magically transport into the world of Narnia through that wardrobe. I’m not sure whether I’ll find Mr. Tumnus or Reepicheep but Aslan, the elegant & wise talking lion will be there to guide me through the trials of that world.

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