Sprinkled Words

To a generation seduced by technology, will we have the kind of love we read in books? Or will be look like catalog photos of a magazine advertising for it's latest gadgets? Will our house be filled with electronics and e books? Or filled with some photos and artefacts from the places of our travel. Will the world forget the sheer happiness of the smell of an old book? Or to find an old tiny daisy for a bookmark? The definition of 'Love' can be different for different people, clearly mine was written back in the 1980's. The joy of coming back home to family/ lover, pre cooked hot dinner waiting for you, and some bonding time over a hot beverage?  (yea ok, I'm old) Today, we all realise it's a rate race. Everyone is running to make ends meet, make jobs work, somehow squeeze time on a weekend to meet a few friends. Guess what, we all know it's going to be like this for a couple of years now. Meeting people on dates may become usual, and making fun of t

A year later, today here I am, sitting up at 2am and writing this. A lot of things have changed. My love for colours, doing things I like, unapologetically, sitting in a cafe and sipping on my coffee alone, happily.  I am finally able to go back to those relations I left behind when I was afraid I will screw them up eventually. School friends, some parts of my family, and well, honestly, me. There were parts to my life that I had completely refused to acknowledge. Today, I am able to go back to them without having an anxiety attack. Yes, I still have those tiny phases when I just want to be alone, walk home from work, so I get that little time and space for myself, but hey! Who doesn’t want that? That’s perfectly normal right :D  ( that is if there is something that is normal)  I learnt how to start to love myself.  I slowly started to give up the patterns that had built up through these years. Self victimisation, inflicting pain on myself, walking

It's almost time and I'm in my window seat, staring out before my flight takes off. If anyone happens to notice me before a flight, they'd think I'm weird.   (not like they doubted it before).    I'm generally staring aimlessly into blank space. Though it looks like that, my head goes wondering into a million hemispheres, & zones of imagination.Those dreams still unachieved, and the journey of self discovery begins the minute I get to the airport and this journey is about to start. The view from the window changes with every passing second & my heart starts racing and the endless dreaming begins. What does one see when seated on an aisle seat? I wonder. The guy on the aisle seat is generally already watching the television on his screen or reading his book. If gets me thinking, isn't he excited? What's his story? Why is he watching movies before the flight has even taken off? This time, I was less nervous and more excited as I was going to a cit