Lost and Found

Shattered glass and broken wings,

Empty glasses and a dark sky

Things went missing or was it just me?

A placid face, trying to hide a lie

Forgotten dreams, hurtful memories

Feelings, once so familiar and real

Places visited and havens marked

I find that now, they hold no appeal

Time flew by and days went by

Seasons changed from winters to springs,

Nothing seemed different, yet everything had changed 

Just with the flutter of a butterfly's wings 

Nothing mattered but the thirst within me,

To search for all that had been lost

The sound of a laughter, the scent of a perfume

The need to find them again, whatever the cost

The more I searched, the farther I got

From the only place I knew to be mine

I ran, and I went to the ends of the earth

And found a corner, where myself I would confine

I found nothing, but only lost myself

I looked down at the calm water so blue,

As I walked on the sand by the sea

But it would hold no reflection of mine,

That I already knew

But then the water caught some light,

And glowed like a big drop of dew

As I searched once again, for a cause,  

This time, I turned to find you

A new feeling was born within me,

As I stood still, looking at you 

And a forgotten,old one was found again

When your face broke into a smile, so true

Realization dawned as I turned again,

With you standing right by my side,

The water answered the question it had refused before,

Now it had nothing to hide

Because what is lost will always be found,

No matter how impossible it may seem

A note in a diary, a giggle and a feel

The love of someone special or a childhood dream

I just had to look deep within myself,

To find a missing heartbeat

I knew then, if things never get lost

Their destinies, they never will meet

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The things happening in the past week and a book that I just finished reading- "A Place Called Here"- and totally loved and found the imagination behind it absolutely bizarre, influenced me a great deal into writing out this piece of 'poetry' for my post. 

I'll quote a few lines from the book just to give you the feel :

"We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes by forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. Sometimes we find our way out. But regardless, always, we are found."     

Hope you all liked it...:)

Had the most amazing week at home...I think the best Christmas till date, the most perfect one :) Can't believe the dreamlike holidays are coming to an end- I'm in denial :( :D Hope you all had a great Christmas too...Season's greetings to all (I know it's a little late, but still :D) :)

Good night...till we meet again :)

The Woman He Would Always Love

He woke up in the middle of the night

And lay still, thinking about the dream he'd just had

It seemed, it was a dream more real than reality 

A perfection to which, nothing he'd ever add

Smiling then, he turned to his side

And looked at the face he'd seen, just a while ago

He watched as she slept like a baby, and remembered

Each memory that they'd made together, and felt the emotions flow

She had seemed no older than a child,

The day that into his life, she'd first flown

Big eyes full of trust, a smile like sunshine

Two braids swinging, with a life of their own

He hadn't spared a thought on her then,

Hadn't given her a second glance

Little had he known, that she was the one he'd waited for

That it was the beginning, of a lifelong romance

Soon they got to know each other,

And he was amazed that now he had a friend

With whom, he who could be himself and share his dreams

Someone with whom, he had no need to pretend

As the days went by, he realized how special she was,

And the dreamer inside him weaved up fantasies about her

He knew he had fallen for this beauty

As feelings unknown, within him she could stir

He wrote passionate letters, and poems and songs

As to woo her, hundreds of ways he designed

At times devious, at times the picture of chivalry

To have her, was the only thought that was always on his mind

His efforts hadn't gone unanswered,

His labor of love hadn't been in vain

As the cupid's arrow struck her too

His happiness knew no bounds and in that way,

forever he would remain

For her laughter brought wonder into his world, 

Her child-like happiness gave to his life, a reason

Her funny expressions, and madness at times

Brought into his life, the beauty of each season

She wouldn't let him give in when he stumbled

For she was the only one, who knew him inside out

She fought for him, and became a part of his soul

And dreamed of the things, that he dreamed about

She got lost somewhere in between, 

But he knew she was stubborn and strong

She'd find her way back to him, to her haven

She'd remember that his arms were where, she would always belong

As he looked at her now, in the darkness

With the soft moonlight casting a halo around her, as she slept in peace

He felt sure that the keeper of stars had joined their hearts,

And his love for her with each passing day, would only increase

For she was the woman, he would always love

She would always be his inspiration and pride

She would always catch him, if he were to fall

She would always be the one who would walk by his side

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No guesswork needed here, right? This poem is totally dedicated to my Mom :) and Dad's love for her...I've been wanting to write about her for sometime now...She's a mother and a child at the same time, always full of joy and as I told her a few days ago, when I think about her, it's always like thinking about sunshine...bright, warm, smiling, comforting, beauty, laughter, dancing around the shadows and always finding a way to get past them...just totally pure and angelic :):):)

 Hope you all liked it, especially you, for whom the poem is written...an inspiration not only to Dad (who sometimes denies it, but is totally lying. I know, well, because I always know;)) but to your silly little daughter too...Love you loads 'ma, just the way you are...very special :)

Good night guys, I'm feeling all 'Christmasy' and red-and-green! :D Love this season and what it does to me :)

Till next time then... 

A Dream and a Wish...

On the stones along the pathway,
To hear your footsteps, my ears I strain
And for a long time, that's where I stay
But all I hear, is the soft patter of rain

The wind's starting to get wild now,
And I'm drenched to the bone
The trees sway, and I feel that somehow
They speak a language, that I understand alone

They tell me to leave, and never to look back
Because a storm's coming, and you know what they say
It brings pain and destruction with each attack
Punishing each and everything in its way

Tears mix with rain drops, as I still stand there
I still wait, ignoring each warning sign
For no storm could sway, a trust so deep and rare
And suddenly from far away, I hear a clock chime nine

Time has come but where are you?
I can't take it anymore, my mind starts playing a game
Because each shadow and silhouette too
Reminds me of you, but the forlorn night remains the same

I lift my head to the sky, to see the stars wink
But all I see today, are the darkest of clouds floating by
Finally, my shoulders slump and I feel my heart sink
I cast one last glance over my shoulder, and let the hope that's inside me, die

Maybe I didn't wish hard enough for you tonight
But that is not possible, no one could make a wish so deep
Because with each breath, I wish for your sight
Even if it's for a fantasy I dream, while I sleep

There's a battle within me, that stops me from waking
Not until I see you, will it end
And in my dream, I suddenly feel my saddened heart sing
And the broken pieces start to mend

For I see you move towards me, as first rays of the sun appear
And a rainbow apologizes for the angry sky
But still, things remain confused in my mind and and thoughts unclear
Is it a dream that brings me to you or beside me, you really lie?

Because you are a dream at night and a wish in the morn
All day I long to see your face, even if it's from afar
And each day I know that the dream will be reborn
To be with you somewhere, beyond a distant star

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So, again I don't know what brought this on suddenly...there were some thoughts bouncing around in my mind and then I read some beautiful lyrics, "A dream in the night", and it sort of got me to do this instead of inspiring me to study for my Java practical tomorrow which I really, really should have done :p Oh anyway, please let me know if you liked it, poetry and me is a really new combo which I haven't explored much, so just giving it a shot :)
And tomorrow is the day when I finally finish with my awfully long (it really felt looong :D) 5th sem at college...Yay! *jumping, jumping*
Okay, good night everyone :)

And Then He Smiled...

All I wanted to do, was to run and never stop...

To leave it all behind and to give up, looked so easy and at that time so right...

Standing in the middle of a crowded room, I felt suffocated and looked for a door to the outside...

There it was, at the other end and I started making my way towards it

Pushing my way through the crowd, stopping for no one

But it seemed, the harder I tried to reach it, the farther I got, the more difficult it became 

My legs wouldn't move and I got stuck there, in the middle of a crowded room...

I let go of my pride and I asked for help...

But some just looked at me with blank faces...and some didn't even notice

Some whispered the solution to me and I strained my ears, but couldn't understand the soft words over the deafening sounds in the room...

Some screamed the answer to me, but all I could hear was a ringing in my ears 

I saw them all from where I stood, I read each face clearly

Some seemed frustrated and angry...but still determined to fight on and I wondered how they did it?

Some seemed so immersed in themselves, they would've put Narcissus to shame and I wondered how they did it?

Some pretended to be happy while they were dying inside, and I was amazed at their courage and I wondered how they did it?

Some were filled with spite and hatred, but at least they felt something, didn't they? and I wondered how they did it?

Some were in love and lived in love and I thought whether what I saw, was true...and I wondered how they did it?

Some just had that look of peace and seemed oblivious to the things around them, those were the ones I envied and I wondered how they did it?

The answer to that question, I couldn't find in any face...and I closed my eyes in despair

And my mind screamed at me to run again, without looking back

But I stood there for what seemed like eons...my body numb and cold

And then I felt the softest breeze and it made me open my eyes suddenly...

As I looked around wildly, searching for where it had come from in this cold closed room,

The room suddenly went silent and silence so loud I'd never heard...

I could feel the sweat on the palms of my hands, the wild beating of my heart in anticipation of what was to come...

And then I felt like I saw something familiar,

A face with writings on it, not unlike mine...

With the saddest pair of eyes I'd ever seen...

From across the room, those eyes spoke to me and I could understand what they said...

And mine talked back effortlessly and for the first time I felt that someone had heard me...

And then the stranger, who I somehow knew, smiled...a smile like that, I'd never seen 

I felt everything at once then...relief, pain, joy, understanding, trust... 

I wasn't alone and I felt something grow inside my heart

And I said to myself, "Is this what they call hope?" 

If those sad eyes had survived, maybe I could too...it was worth a try

I felt life being pumped back into my heart, into my whole being

And the sounds of the room were now starting to come back to me...

A mixture of  happy and sad and real  faces, I could see again   

But now the room didn't seem like the one it was before...it had all of it's doors open

The sunlight seemed to pour in...

The crowd didn't seem intimidating any more...

I could feel courage grow inside me as I took my first step to cross the room

I reached the end, where he still stood...and I stared at him still wondering how he'd known

But he just looked right into my eyes again and gave another of those startling smiles...

And I didn't need the answers anymore...

And for the first time in ages, I felt myself smiling back.

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Okay, so if anyone is wondering why I wrote this, I'm sorry because I really don't know myself. Just feeling kind of angsty...I was thinking about the past, when I was about 13 to 14 and how I used to feel and what a really strange time it was for me. How dark everything used seem...how out of place I always felt...and how lonely I always used to be especially when surrounded by hundreds of people and then  how I finally got out of that mode. So these thoughts were just going around and around in my head until, I guess, they sort of decided to come out like this. Hope you liked it :) and I think some might even relate to it ;)  

I've been dying to write but exams came in the way...just one more to go then I'll be a free bird! (*jumps*)

I'll be back soon...and yeah,If anyone's worried, stop, stop, stop 'cause I'm all smiles now :):):)

What I Have To Say...

Okay, so anybody reading this post, please read the two below this first...because you have to read them to understand what I say here...

THEIR LOVE STORY...

I love Erich Segal's 'Love Story', but he had it all wrong,
To Jenny and Oliver does the greatest love story not belong.
I've been watching the greatest love story of all times, unfold in front of  my eyes for so long,
It belongs to my parents - Sudha and John.

Whenever I look at them, I always wonder,
And the looks they give each other is enough for me to surrender
That love must be as beautiful as they make it seem,
It's enough to make me wish for it, it's enough to make me dream.

They fell in love, they were so young
Each new path that was together discovered, each new song that was sung
Was done with a passion, for each, the other came first,
They started their beautiful journey, full of dreams and trust.

They were blessed with a babe, as their love grew,
They showered all their love on the little one, they couldn't believe another dream had come true.
It held a family now, the little home they had built together,
After all, he was was father now, and she was a mother.

Years flew by, the babe was now a mischievous little boy,
He was the apple of their eyes and filled their hearts with joy.
When they looked at him, they knew they couldn't have asked for more,
Little did they know of the plan God had for them in store.

Seven happy years down the road, she found out another child she was to bear,
And so astonished was she, all she could do was stare.
And then she found out, complications there might be,
And her soon to be born baby, she might never even see.
She was shocked and she was scared,
For she knew, for the baby inside her, she already cared.
She cried and with God she made deals,
"Keep my baby safe", were her repeated appeals.

She told her husband about the baby, anxious of what he'd say,
But she needn't have worried 'cause he picked her right up in his arms and up the stairs, they made their way.
She told him of her fears,
But he wiped away her tears.
Together they told God that they'd fill the baby's life with love and do everything in their might,
To keep its future shining and bright.

God listened to their prayers,
He knew the love in their hearts, with the child they'd share.
And then came the day when into their lives a fallen star strayed,
Their happiness knew no bounds as now they had everything they had ever craved.

He fell in love for the third time, when he held in his arms his baby girl,
She was a gem to him now, She was his pearl.
He sang to her every night, roaming in the hall with her in his arms,
She seemed as fascinated by him as her mother, and fell for his charms.

Now, let's not forget the little boy, who'd always wanted a brother with whom football he'd play.
And even though now he had a kid sister, when he looked at her, any the regrets he might have had just flew away.
When he picked her up, she tried to pull out his teeth and explored his face with a tiny hand,
And he thought of the things that he'd teach her one day, smiling as he planned.

All three of them, Man, Woman an Child,
Taught the little girl the values of life and onto her, their love they piled.
As they looked at their babies together,
Each felt blessed they'd had the chance to have this with the other.

And now, thirty years have passed since the day they first met,
They admit, they had rights as well as wrongs, but trust in each other they always kept.
He says now that he loves her more than ever,
She says, her love for him will end never.

Their children, one, twenty seven now, the other twenty,
Know that they have reasons to be proud of them plenty.
They know their parents and see them as one,
They know of no one else, who do things for each other that they have done.

And as they celebrate their twenty eighth anniversary today, we look at them and wonder if love so true we'll ever know,
All we wish now is that happiness follow them wherever they go.
As hand in hand, each step they take,
Other beautiful memories for their love story, they make.

So, I hope this little effort of mine,
Gave this special day, a little more shine.
I love you both, more than the vastness of space,
And hope love, warmth and laughter fill all your days.

Cathy
27/08/2011

Happy Anniversary, have a great day guys :)
I love you :* 

For anyone's whose still wondering, the two poems below were written by my parents, starting with the first by my mom, followed by the one written by my dad (you can see them in the pic :p). Anyway, this is like the first time I'm going public with my silly poetry and I'm nervous as anything so please spare me all the harsh criticism that I know is on its way...;)

But this post is dedicated to my parents...so I just hope they like it :)
Good night every one...have a very important exam in the morning, loads left to study so i'll be on my way...

Let's Hear What They Have To Say First...

SHE WRITES...

TO MY BEST FRIEND...

I was sitting here thinking,
Of the words I want to say.
But they just wouldn't come out right,
So I found a different way.

I got a piece of paper,
And wrote this poem for you.
But there's no way to thank you,
For every thing you do.

For always being nice to me,
And staying by my side.
For helping me fix my problems,
And never leaving me behind.

For accepting my thoughts and feelings,
Even those you don't understand.
For never giving up on me,
And being my best friend.

For making me laugh,
And letting me cry.
And saying you'd miss me,
If I were to die.

Everything you mean to me,
You could never know.
In all the ways you've changed my life,
I could never show.

The way you take care of me,
You're my shining star.
And though it's so incredible,
That's just the way you are.

Before I get too mushy,
It's time for me to go.
But before I leave this ink-filled page,
There's one thing you should know.

As long as we are living,
If you need me, just call and I'll be there.

I'll climb a thousand mountains,
And swim a thousand seas.
Anything to be there,
'Cause you've been there for me.

Sudha
26/11/2011

Let's Hear What They Have To Say First...

AND THEN HE SAYS...

AND  DREAMS  COME TRUE………

THIS IS A LOVE STORY, IT STARTED 30 YEARS AGO………..

THEN I WAS YOUNG, I WAS LONELY.

BUT I WAS A DREAMER,

I DREAMED OF LOVE

& SOMEONE WHO’LL LOVE ME & ME ONLY.

I HAD GOOD FRIENDS, BUT A VERY FEW,

I LOVED GOOD BOOKS, MUSIC & MOVIES TOO.

THEN ONE DAY FROM OUT OF THE BLUE,

I MET THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL

WHOM IT SEEMED I ALWAYS KNEW.

SHE STEPPED STRAIGHT IN TO MY HEART,

AS IF SHE KNEW RIGHT FROM THE START.

IT WAS THE PLACE,

FOR WHICH, ONLY SHE HELD THE KEY.

I KNEW FROM THAT MOMENT,

LOVE HAD HAPPENED TO ME.

SHE BECAME MY SOUL MATE, MY BEST FRIEND

WE SHARED OUR VIEWS ON AUTHORS, BOOKS,

MOVIES ….THE TOPICS NEVER SEEMED TO END.

I TOLD HER, “A FRIEND IS A PRESENT YOU GIVE TO YOURSELF”

SHE WAS & WILL BE THE ONE, WITH WHOM I DON’T HAVE TO PRETEND.

DAYS WERE LIKE A DREAM, WITH HER NEAR & AROUND ME

EVENINGS WERE THE TIME TO PART,

LEAVING ME WITH A HEAVY HEART,

NIGHTS WERE MAGIC, WHERE HER

SWEET MEMORIES WOULD ALWAYS SURROUND ME.

OH, HOW CAN I EXPLAIN THE FEELING OF LOVE?

IT’S SOMETHING MAGICAL? DIVINE?  IT COMES FROM ABOVE?

ONE CAN’T FIND THE WORDS TO EXPRESS IT,

BUT WHEN TRUE LOVE COMES TO YOU, IT COMES ON

THE WINGS OF A DOVE.

SHE WAS THE ONE WHO CHANGED MY LIFE,

IT WAS NOT VERY LONG BEFORE WE BOTH SAID,

“I LOVE YOU ”

SOON WE WALKED DOWN THE AISLE TO SAY,

“I DO”

AND WE BECAME MAN & WIFE.

BUT BEFORE THIS, THERE WAS TROUBLE FROM PARENTS AND FRIENDS.

THE WHOLE WORLD WAS TRYING TO TELL US IT’S WRONG,

BUT WE KNEW THIS WOULD PASS IF WE JUST STOOD STRONG.

THOSE WERE JUST THE TRIALS AND TESTS OF OUR LOVE,

BUT WE KNEW THAT TRUE LOVE ALWAYS WINS IN THE END.

  

I MUST CONFESS, THERE HAVE BEEN ROUGH TIMES,

HEARTACHES & HEARTBREAKS, ALONG WITH THE GOOD TIMES.

BUT EVEN THROUGH THOSE DARK DAYS OF GLOOM,

OUR LOVE STILL PREVAILS, OUR LOVE ALWAYS SHINES.

AND WE STARTED A FAMILY

AS TIME PASSED BY, WE BUILT ‘FANTASIA’, OUR HOME,

WHERE IT FEELS A LITTLE BIT LIKE HEAVEN, WE CALL IT OUR OWN.

IT’S STILL THE PLACE WHERE LOVE & HAPPNESS, CARING & SHARING 

HAVE GROWN LIKE A GREAT OAK TREE.

SHE GAVE ME ALL THE HAPPINESS, I REALLY NEVER KNEW,

I COULD ALWAYS SEE HER LOVE, IN EVRY THING SHE’D DO.

SHE GAVE ME ALL HER LOVE, HER TRUST

WITH ALL THE UNERSTANDING AND CARE,

TWO WONDERFUL GIFTS WHOM WE LOVE & CHERISH, EVERY DAY.

EVERY THING SEEMS COMPLETE IN THIS WONDERFUL WORLD WE SHARE.

IT’S 28 YEARS, SINCE THAT DAY WE BOTH SAID, ‘I DO’

AND I STILL LOVE HER LIKE CRAZY, AND I KNOW SHE DOES TOO.

THIS IS ALL I CAN THINK OF, OR I WANT TO SAY

SHE’S MY DREAM COME TRUE, SHE’S MY LIFE

SHE’S IN MY LIFE, FOREVER TO STAY.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO YOU, SUE,

THIS IS OUR LOVE STORY, SO SIMPLE BUT TRUE,

I WANT YOU TO KNOW, I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU

YOU ARE THE REASON ALL MY DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE,

AND YOU MUST BE KNOWING THAT I STILL ADORE YOU.

JOHN

29.11.2011

Winter's here!

Ohh yeah...it sure has arrived - okay, okay many may not agree with me (those with their AC's still on! How do you do it?! I don't even dare to put on the fan!) but my freezing hands while typing out this post kindly disagree!

You know I've never been fond of winters. The chilly air all around, freezing me to death!...and I get cold so easily inspite of many calling me thick-skinned :p. It's hard to manage the many layers of clothing with the jackets and sweaters and scarves...ohhh so irritating and absolutely useless for delicate people like me ;) and the way sleep overtakes me, it's too cold and gloomy and dark to do anything but lie around in bed and what's worse is having to get up and have a bath (eeek! believe me, it takes a lot of courage to step under that shower :D) to rush to college...and it's not like winter has some thing to offer from the scenic-beauty point of view where I live- no snow or frost or snow-capped mountains or hills (though I wonder how'd I survive the cold there if I can't even take it here! :D), so it doesn't seem like there's anything to cheer about when winter's around the corner...

...unless, I look at it with a different point of view...notice how much more delicious a cup of hot chocolate or a hot coffee tastes during a cold night when you're lying wrapped up in blankets reading a novel? and yeah doesn't ice-cream taste even better when it's so cold that you've actually gone numb? and doesn't even a little bit of sunlight feel heavenly? and the nights so clear that each star is clearly visible...Also, how about how you get to buy that gorgeous leather jacket which you're going to wear only once or twice at the most and doesn't really help with the 'keeping-you-warm' factor but doesn't it look just awesome on you?!...and don't get me started on the boots ;)  What about when suddenly the whole family's home for Christmas...I love that feeling I get when I know Christmas is getting closer, late nights spent playing cards and watching really soppy Christmas movies, huddled under the blanket together, mmm...rose cookies and cakes and Christmas dinner with really bad wine later substituted with appy :D and then new year's eve with the stupid resolutions and boiled veggies and stew at night...and then thoughts on how the new year's going to be, all the while creating beautiful memories...

...and maybe that lying around in bed thing  (lazing around and lot's of time to think and ahh sleep :)) that I mentioned before ain't that bad, huh? :p

"Winter is a time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home."

So...

"Brew me a cup for a winter's night.

 For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;

 Spice it with love and stir it with care,

 And I'll toast your bright eyes,

 my sweetheart fair." ;)

Happy winter everybody! :)

An intangible connection...

All day long I've been feeling so restless...can't focus on anything for more 

than a few minutes, it's like something's amiss and I can't figure out what it is...So finally, in what seemed to be like the nth futile attempt (hmph!) in calming down my mind, I picked up an old book of poems (The Golden Treasury) I'd found a few days back while rummaging through some old novels and books stacked away in cardboard boxes. It's really quite old, you know, the kind of book with its pages stained so that they look all yellow and brownish, torn at places...and the paper looked so brittle, making me hesitate to even touch it in fear that it might just crumble into pieces. I guess that's what gives the book so much character...On the third page I found my grandmother's (nana's) name dated 1974 and I don't know why but it felt so strange going through her book, like it found me, like she left it for me...and I felt so warm suddenly, not because of the beautiful poetry (half of which, I admit, I do not understand at all ;)) but because of small notes written here and there, lines underlined, words and paragraphs circled, pencil marks...It got me wondering what she must have been thinking about while reading a particular verse, why she had found some parts particularly interesting? Where she must have been sitting while reading that verse? What she must have been wearing? Was she alone at that time or did she and grandpa share this together? Was she lost in her thoughts, trying to find a little peace and solitude , trying to calm down her mind just like me? All at once, I was able to conjure up an image of her in one of her beautiful sundresses comfortably sitting in a sunny veranda somewhere, rocking away in her rocking chair...and even though I never got a chance to meet her (she died before I was born), I suddenly felt so close to her, like there was something intangible between us...and this last attempt of mine didn't turn out to be useless at all...All's calm now.  

Stumbling my way into the unknown...

Ok, So here I am finally! I've been toying around with the idea of starting my own blog for months, guess i got the push I needed to start, after so many days of thinking about it...I wonder what made me do it today? Well, i did come across some beautiful lines which got me thinking again and may have triggered it...

"If you take a book with you on a journey...an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it...yes, books are like flypaper--memories cling to the printed page better than anything else."

So I figured maybe if I started writing, I'll start forming memories with every post I publish here...just like I'll remember that on the day I starting this post(i.e., today), I was sitting late at night in my pyjamas on the comfiest sofa in my home at almost three a.m., dying to eat the delicious cake my mom made yesterday (the whole house filled with the waft which comes from baking cakes:) yum!)  and my back aching and telling me it's time to stop for the day...and I'll relive each memory just as easily. So, my journey with my blog post begins today...here's hoping my journal doesn't feel too neglected :)