Saturday, January 11, 2014

let my hair fly like dream


my hair flies with grace
Deep inside my heart, I always have a yearning for sea & it's untiring waves which seem to carry my senses to a level of ecstasy. May be because, The Sea does not like to be restrained. Which is so much like me or maybe to quote Cornelia Funke “The Sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.” Whenever I have an opportunity, I always visit beaches. 

A few months ago, I got a great chance to visit South India. This time, I decided to go Bird Sanctuary, it called with the name of Pichavaram located near Chidambaram in Cuddalore district Tamilnadu. I love this place, because it's a very peaceful not like other beaches full of crowd. As a very few people visit this place so it's very clean & beautiful. It is sort of untouched by the human race. Some fishermen come here to earn their daily bread.

wind makes my hair look perfect

The smell of salted water, the fresh air and the chirping of birds(of all sorts I mean migrants as well) all this things made this place so mesmerizing. We (group of 8 people including adolescents & adults) went there for about 3-4 hours. 

I love to play with the crashing waves of salty water running through my toes leaving a sandy trail behind and always enjoy it like a small child. This time, I hesitated a bit because my two other friends were not ready to go in sea water. Their main concern was their skin and hair. They were wondering if they go inside the water, hair will be damaged and etc.(all that beauty conscious Blah..Blah). It's not like I'm not a beauty conscious. They were also suggested me the same but who gives damn to their hair in the blissful abode of Nature. 

let hair fly like dream
I was not worried about my hair, because I know the secret of its right method of care. So, I suggested myself to live this moment of happiness, joy of wonder & the automatic peace which you ultimately feel once you are completely in water and I am always confident about my hair. I always feel its awesome moment when I stand at beach side and wind playing with my hair. It's amazing when my hair covers the face, giving a tickling sensation   

I jumped into the water; it seemed to wash away all the worries sorrows & uncertainties of my mind. It gave me the confidence that I could connect with my heart & my soul as well. So I made my moments memorable and let my hair fly like dream.  
let my hair fly like dream
let my hair fly like dream

 This post has been published by me as a part of the "Recharge your hair & Recharge your life" by IndiBlogger. So I have taken pictures from Fb page of Sunsilk Hair Experts






Picture courtesy : Sunsilk Hair Experts

Sunday, January 05, 2014

the pain


Being a person
What you are actually not
Is more painful

a dream come true


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

When Udita woke up that day, little did she have an idea that it was going to be the day with Arvin & it’s going to change her life forever. It has been three years since she has been dating him he always seemed to surprise him sometimes by his sweet caring nature, sometimes by his wise counsel. Maybe this was the reason why she fell in love with him but was afraid to admit due to her horrid past.


Whenever he wanted to come near her she sort of pushed him away telling that she didn’t require anybody. In reality it was her who was running away from herself. He called her up this time he sounded quiet serious “there is something which I need to confess, please jaldi aa jao.” Udita wondered what might be the reason he wanted her to be there so quickly.


She tried to blow dry her fresh coat of NAIL POLISH, she had just applied & cursed it when it just got wiped away by her dress in a hurry. In spite of being eager she took a few deep breathes and checked her reflection in the REARVIEW MIRROR as she always held pride in dressing up perfectly without a single strand of hair out of place.


She reached the destination of the church St. Peters where Arvin always went to pray before taking any important decisions of his life. It was very dark outside but she saw Arvin’s bike parked so went inside. the moment she entered the church there was lots of shouts & cries of noise she was taken back with surprise her family friends everyone was there she was taken aback when a there was a number of cries, hugs (it’s not even my birthday).


She wondered, but when she reached out there was Arvin waiting for her at the altar, with quiet somber expression on his face. He took her hands into his & knelt on the ground making her worse fears coming true “Udita I love you more than anything in this world please marry me” she gathered her courage.


It’s very difficult for a rape victim to start her life in a normal manner. Her eyes were full of tears Arvin got up slowly & asked her “Sunshine please let me love you whatever happened was not your fault” slowly she nodded her head Arvin face glow with happiness he kissed her forehead & whispered in her ear whether she liked the surprise. It was AWESOME, she smiled as for her in reality it was all like a dream come true.  

याद आते है वो प्यारे प्यारे स्कूल के दिन

याद आते है वो प्यारे प्यारे स्कूल के दिन
ना जानते थे कभी स्कूल अपने दोस्तों के बिन

कैसो थी वो दोस्ती और कैसा था वो प्यार
एक दिन की जुदाई से डरता था जब आता था रविवार

चलते  चलते पत्थरो पर मारते थे ठोकर
कभी हंसकर चलते थे तो कभी चलते थे रोकर

कंधे पर बस्ता लिए और हाथ में लेकर बोतल पानी
किसे पता था बच्पन की दोस्ती को बिछड़ा देगी ये जवानी

याद आते है वो इंक सयहे भरे हुए हाथ
क्या दिन थे वो जब सब मिलकर करते थे लंच साथ

छुट्टी की घंटी सुनते ही भागकर कक्षा से बहार आना
फिर हस्ते हस्ते सभी से मिल जाना

काश वो बच्पन आज फिर लौट आये
और सब दोस्त आज फिर मुझे वापस मिल जाएं

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