When you meet the past

Somebody destroys you emotionally and leaves you vulnerable. When in all the troubles you have thought about him and found him nowhere . . . how do you come to terms with such a person . . . I don't know it yet. I just know that I can't be myself because that person murdered a part of me.

Friday eve

It's the Fruity Friday again . . . another week of mindless work comes to an end. Another two days and the Monster Monday will be back. And, I hate it so much. I have got exactly 1.5 days to unwind myself . . . and this I mostly do by eating or gossiping away to glory with bosom buddies or losing the strings of my purse. . . yes, these are some of the modern ways to relax yourself. Funny, I know! But, do I have time to explore the woods or the hills? NO, I don't.
Anyway, have to leave for home...will be back at night.

Chill

With so much of coldness around you, it isn't easy not being frosty. I want to keep the warmth which I always have had in me. But sometimes I get a feeling that with each passing day I'm losing it away. . .

Love and Women

I firmly believe love can't be understood till you experience betrayal or separation or death or rejection. Just the way happiness can't teach you helplessness or acceptance, in the way fulfilling love can't teach you the intensity of impassionate love. So, I guess one should follow his heart when one is younger. Be a little implusive and I bet you won't regret it.
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I remember reading in The Chronicle of Death Foretold that women can learn to love after they get married . . . those were the typical views of older generation that women could be taught anything, from domestic chores to servitude to love . . . it's facinating as well as unsettling to take a peep into the minds of women of the past . . .their incurious personalities say a lot about the stuff women are made of.