Where it all started!

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It’s my partner’s birthday on Sunday and that is all my head and day is occupied with lately! I want to do something special for him but I am really short of ideas!!! He will be reading this (he is my first reader and proofreader too) so please pay extra attention to the point that it has been hard planning anything!!! However, why wait till Sunday to make you feel special? I am in a happy mood today so have decided to share how me and him actually met. It will be a story for you all and trip down memory lane for him! 🙂

So, 2018, picture a girl dancing with her office friend on an empty road as their car had taken a stop before the final picnic spot. This said friend was recording the said funny dance and posted it on her social media where it caught the eye of a boy as girl’s office colleague is boy’s college friend. Who could have imagined this? He texts asking about the girl in the video to his friend and says he would like to speak to her (Talk about going straight for the shot, eh?). So, I was still merrily enjoying my office outing when I was told about this random boy and how he “liked” my dance or video or whatever it was! To be honest, my first reaction was “okay”. Like, fine a guy liked my video, no big deal. I did not even think much over it when this colleague (our common friend aka cupid) told me he wants to talk to me. I was like, huh?? What? Ofcourse, I will not talk and this was it. We spent our office outing enjoying the camping and just like that the weekend was over. What was not over was this common friend’s insistence that I have to atleast speak to the guy, he is amazing and so on and so forth. Just to get her off my back and because I love her dearly, I said okay I will speak to him and she inturn told him to message me. Here is the interesting bit, for someone who wanted to speak to me, this guy took his own time messaging and I am not used to waiting (later it became known he had a hectic work day which caused the delay). So, what do you think I’d have done? I really wanted this done with and never really believed in waiting for the guy to message so I messaged him instead!! In my head, it was suppose to be a quick chat and then bye bye. But here we are, three and a half years later, with me narrating the start of this story!

Love came to me when I least expected it. Least. I was too focused on work and enjoying my life, one trip at a time to get into a serious relationship! He, on the other hand, was looking for a serious relationship. We spoke for about 10 days I guess, video calls and chatting, like it goes before he asked me out on a date. Not in a cheesy way, more like two friends wanting to hang and I said yes because it was not cheesy plus we were going to a flea market so I was really excited about that, apart from meeting him ofcourse! The meeting did not seem like it was our first, I felt at ease immediately and we were talking, roaming and telling stories to each other in no time (I have no clue how he felt but I am guessing it was good for him and you will know why soon!). The best part? Food. I am a hogger and he does not scare easy I guess because he was okay with no matter how much I ate and was willing to check more food options (big big YESSSSS!). It was a cute evening date followed by a peaceful dinner and then we went home. I reached after him as I lived a little farther from where we had been and as soon as I texted him I reached, he asked me if I will be his girlfriend (that’s how I know he must have enjoyed too). While we have had our share of ups and major downs, I am pretty sure that yes was a good decision on my part. How did he know in 5 hours of meeting that he loves me? I don’t know. When I ask him, he says “I just knew”. He is a man of few words and I never stop talking. He hardly expresses and I hardly contain emotions. He is the calm and I am the storm. I can deal with all these opposites! What I cannot deal with is why does he have to add ketchup to everything? It changes the taste!!!

Hope my story brought a smile to your face, I love love stories so do let me know if you have one too?

Facade!

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She was loved by all. Everyone wanted to be with her. She was vibrant in nature so the attraction made sense. Good company to be with. She never knew hurting others or so she thought. She wanted people to be happy. It made her happy to see others happy. But, making everyone happy is impossible. Only if she knew this. Instead, the one’s she couldn’t make happy thought of her as biased. Maybe it was true. There were a few she absolutely loved to see happy. Her heart soared high in happiness when she saw them happy. So she tried more for them. But in process some were ignored, never intentionally. Though not on purpose, people were hurt. Hearts grew apart. That’s when she felt the effect. The distance, the heartache. She felt it all. She didn’t know what went wrong. She could sense people drifting away. She tried stopping them, only separating the already distant hearts more. She was accused. She tried to explain, she failed. She tried to match up, she failed. Maybe trying too much was the problem. But she couldn’t help it. She never wanted this. It broke her. But there were those who still loved her. They supported her. She needed it. Seeing people who once loved her, who she loved, loathing her, blaming her wasn’t easy to live with. But then there were those who cared for her, genuinely. She treasured them. She could survive seeing them happy. She would be the way she is, for them. She just existed, pretending to live. Pretending for those who loved her. Pretending to be happy. She thought it was easier, easier than admitting that she was sad. That would require reasons and explanations, leading to more heartache. No. Pretending to be happy is easy. Yet sometimes, even now, the pretence fades, revealing the real her. She cries. Sometimes its okay to let the tears flow. They flow reliving those memories and with a lot of could-have-been scenarios. But she soon gets back to pretending as life with tears and what ifs and memories is not survivable. Sometimes she is actually happy. At those times, she hopes and wishes that maybe someday she’ll be so perfect at pretence that she might actually end up being happy forever.

Forever is a myth, if only she knew.

Rainbow crow!

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I have had a very hectic weekend. While the weekend was a productive one, it has really tired me out. Another thing that bugged me and had me on my toes is crows. When we were running errands, I could hear crows flying somewhere above and kept getting scared that they might come too low and hit me. I have a good reason for this strange fear. My mom keeps food for all birds in our balcony, once while she was refilling their plate the crow misunderstood or I am not sure what happened but he hit my mom on skull with his feet. She was in pain for a week and scared for life. So anyway, I remembered that when this happened I had checked on why crows are so violent sometimes and what I found was incredible so I will reshare the story.

As mentioned, because they are always associated with negative things, I got curious about crows. The result to my curiosity is a beautiful story that proves yet again, not all good deeds are appreciated but someone has got to do them anyway. A crow is criticised for its hoarse voice, for its black color, it’s also said that crow bites when you lie. Poor creature. But ever thought why is it so? No? Read on:
The Native American legend of the Rainbow Crow was one i read a few days ago, and the story fascinated me. In a time when the world was in darkness, and plagued with bitter cold, causing illness, hunger and death, where no animal would survive, it was decided that a meeting with the Creator was in order, and the strongest and bravest of the birds was selected for the task, and also the most beautiful one of them all; The Rainbow Crow, whose plumage in shimmering colors of rainbow hues, was more magnificent than all the birds in the sky, and he sang more beautifully than a nightingale. He flew thousands of miles till he met with the Creator, who out of admiration and pity pushed a stick into the blazing sun, and handed it to the Rainbow Crow, who flew back to earth with it. But, the journey was long, and the burden of the fiery stick was heavy, its scorching heat burning through the stick, burning the crow’s feathers, till they were as black as soot, the smoke from the flames settling in his throat, killing his song forever, just as he plunged through the sky and entered earth. The fire brought heat and warmth, the snows melted and there was water to help fertilize the land, and all the animals rejoiced, except the crow, who sat apart, saddened by his loss. Till he heard a voice in the wind, and the Creator spoke to him: The animals will honor you for the sacrifice you made for them, and man will not hunt you because your flesh is charred and will taste like smoke. Your voice is raspy and not fit for beautiful song, so you will never be held captive, and can always fly free. The Creator then touched the crow’s black, smoky feathers, and they began to shine with gloss, while inside each one, the faint shimmer of the rainbow glowed, and would always remain but would seldom be seen.

So many learnings from this small story. Don’t judge people by their appearances, there’s always more to it. You do good, you get good. You might be criticised, don’t take it to heart for the one who criticizes doesn’t know what you’ve been through.
The story might just be a figment of imagination but the lesson is worth remembering 🙂 🙂