Birds of a different feather ... also stay together

It so often surprises me how people with so different views and outlook on life can be meant to be together. Or choose to be together rather. Considering ours was not precisely a match made in heaven, it was a war fought and triumphed. One that also needs constant care and maintenance, the way you would take care of a garden perhaps. Requires constant weeding. Sometimes it also becomes essential to pull out your favorite plants, b’cos they may be the ones that is hurting its growth.

A relationship is like a violin.. The music may stop now and then, but the strings are attached forever. The quality of music will also vary, unless tuned properly and constantly.

We have been having our own sorts of differences, a tad more than usual of recent. But that is what you can least expect when you out 2 very high-headed, overly egoistic, highly self-opinionated opposite genders stay together 24/7. But at the end of the day, we sleep off holding hands. My fingers exactly one full inch smaller than his … yet somehow fingers intertwined, there is a sense of perfect alignment and belonging in this asymmetric variance. When we stand together, I am a good head shorter than him. And yet, when we hold each other close, cradled in each others arms, my head rests perfectly on his chest to hear the deep fathoms of his heart beat. This is where we are meant to be, who we are meant to be, how we are meant to be. Stark naked in our distinct individualities, flaws, et all.



There is a deep sense of belonging, of coming back home .. of finally reaching heaven. Pure bliss to lose myself in this feeling.

At the beachfront

Went out y'day with my love. The thing that got him out of the house was a delivery on behalf of a friend, but a great excuse for me to get this guy out. Went cruising around for sometook a time, and the sooner we knew, we were on the ECR road ( for those who are new to Chennai, this is the East Coast Road - a scenic and breath-taking drive on the coastline, enroute to Pondicherry ). We took a small detour off the main road - one of the many found on this road - which led us straight to a small section of the open beachfront. And wow .. what a blissful place .. what a blissful feeling .. A water-lover like me, this was like paradise re-gained!!

My love unfortunately does not take to such places so easily, and I could see the impatience gearing up and showing its horns, as I was lazily collecting sea-shells on the beach. Intend to make a mantlepiece with them, but I need to make a return trip and gather some more .. hmmm is my love listening ..? ;)

We drove on to a quaint little park that overlooks the beachfront. And just as predicted, the first thing my love did on getting there .. was to get some grub .. !! Aint he a handful to manage ! Well, that done, it was on with work - yes, even at such a lovely place, his thoughts were on his comp. Had some crap presentation today and he wanted to brief thru. Well, that left me to wander about .. pottering here and there, I reached up to a tombstone, nestled between a couple of banyan trees, right there beside the beach. Aah ! to rest in the blissful sleep of the dead, to have the melodious chirping of the birds to wake you, to have the soulful rush of the waves, to rock you back to sleep .. an idyllic spot to let your soul wander around. This would be my perfect ending wish .. to let my spirit run free and wild.

An epitaph

This had touched a very deep corner of my heart .. I could not stand the thought of losing my love, and still living, braving on. And then I shifted my thought otherwise .. what if I were to move on, leaving my love behind ?? I empathize with my love .. some day if this was to be, I want him to always know ..

Do believe I'll never leave you
Always I'll be in your heart
Don't forget my soul is near you
And so we'll never be apart

A lost love

It was my love's aunts anniversay the other day .. which made me value my love and cherish him even more. Shes a widow, with an amazing strenght of heart and spirit. It is but apparent that she still holds her husband close in her heart .. and some of our conversations have led me to believe in the strength and enduring capacity of one's heart. I was at a complete loss of how I could even greet her for the day.. it had to be handled delicately. This thought kept lurking and nagging in the back of my mind, even during work, springing out into the open at times, much to my surprise and dismay. It was quite late that night as I lay sleeping, that it struck me - the power of words !!! Heres what I penned down for her.

I dedicate this, to this woman of spirit, capable of infinite love.

Today is our anniversary, my beloved
The day when many many years ago
I gave myself to you willingly and Happily
You .. a complete stranger whom I knew only b name
And grew on to be the centre of my universe
Of my being, the reason for me living

The years went by as we delved into each others souls
And our lives woven into each other
All those years of melody and pain
Pure delight and sheer happiness

I drape myself in the sweet blanket of our memories
It is then that I suddenly realize …

You come back in time, and give me this final gift
For me to treasure today and forever …
The blissful memories of our blessed togetherness
Each memory a gift that will endure ...

And I find my peace .. in the beauty of your love.

I am ... ME

I am me ... perfect, just the way I was created.


I believe in the power of my authentic self.
I seek truth and honesty above all else.

I live to love my family.
I cherish each day, and I live it to the fullest.
I value the simple pleasure of a smile.
I treasure my famly and my close friends.
I recognize my imperfections, and strive to better myself.
I wear my emotions on my sleeve.


I fight back.
I win. I lose.
I get up and fight again.
I never back away from a challenge.


I give myself to my passions.
I grow from experience.
I listen to my heart, and also to my head.
I fear isolation, but enjoy solitude.
I revel in the mundane and seek the obscure.


I am simply who I am ..... ME.