Musings : Chocolate Day 

“Happy Chocolate Day  “, he said the first time he gave her a chocolate. 

“Happy Anniversary”, he said the 200 th time he gave her a chocolate. 


Musings : Propose Day 

He held her hand, firm and tight. 

She stared at him, wide eyed. 

And then his eyes met hers 

They spoke words 

In their own language of love .

Musings : Rose Day 

“I don’t mind if you forget to get me a rose on rose day… 

The petals would hardly last a week and with time it will lose it’s color… 

I don’t want our love to be reflected by a rose… 

Let it last Forever. 

Happy Rose Day “


An ode to Valentine

interesting valentine day wishes

With the advent of February, while most of the “kids” (or what they are many often referred to as – young blood) gear up for their respective exams, be it boards or semester endings, a few gear up for an utterly trivial occasion: the Valentine’s Day. The Valentine’s Day is one of the most overrated underrating versions of expressing love. And amidst our hectic schedules and mechanised lives, did our understanding of love become so meagre that we had to dedicate one entire week just to celebrate love? Or is this mere expression of love just another cheesy tactic to get our likes up in social media- our latest foyer into being the most “social” of the animal kind.


There was this article on the Reader page of my blog which allegedly stated: “Valentine’s Day is actually a sad day when St. Valentine was hanged.” Following this, I checked what the true story behind this event was.  St Valentine was imprisoned for performing weddings for soldiers who were forbidden to marry. As legend would narrate, during his imprisonment, he healed the jailer’s daughter, Asterius, and before his execution, he wrote her a letter and signed it off as “Your Valentine”. During the initial years, this day was associated with romantic love, which later evolved to sharing of flowers and confectionary.


And now, most of us celebrate without knowing the true story behind this very day for love.

Love has now lost its status from being that universal feeling which is attributed to be running the world to just a mere “hashtag”. Love in itself is a celebration. It is that tryst which initiates with attraction, moves forward with trust and lasts longer with acceptance. You don’t always have to be around that person to feel love; just a look is sufficient to make you feel better. It teaches you to be happy when she is, your heart  cries when she does and just like that, every dream of hers become yours and every wish of hers becomes your destiny. Love is learning and growing together. And the very thought of losing her would send chills down your spine.

Dear lover boys, before spending a precious hundred on roses and a thousand on chocolates, take a step back to ponder which way would your girl like: will she like being coddled just one day while the rest of the year she has to beg you for your attention, or will she like it if you pledged to hold on to her, for as long as eternity.


Big Bite 

A big cheesy bite with the goodness of tomatoes, lettuce and carrot. Look at the bright colors the burger comes in store with… 


Ushering the New Year 

So, we have successfully crossed 2017 and walked into 2018. It’s a brand new year ahead. But frankly, how newer could it be. To speak the truth, it’s just the same year repeating again under a new banner. For the one’s willing to follow their dreams will might as well procrastinate it this year too. The silent lovers might burry their feelings this year too and the dreamers would just keep dreaming, just that. 

This year, let’s make a difference. This year let’s make things real. This is afterall another year of 365 days at your disposal. And it’s entirely up-to you how you wish to conquer them. For all the lazy bones out their, let’s just wake up to see the sunrise and get to putting our lives back into pieces. For the addicts, let’s just stop for a while, look at the substance your holding and then think of your family : smiling. For the rash drivers, let’s just take a small step and pull on the seat belts. For the lovers out there, just think of how much you mean to each other and instead of living in the past or being frightened by the future, cherish your today and tell them how much you love them. 

This year, let’s make days count. This year, let’s listen to our conscience and follow our hearts… 




I pressed my shirt

And buckled my shoe,

Tidied my tie

All set to sway.

She smiled at me,

Her lips beaming as she said,



I pushed open the door

Held the keys to my car

In glorified fury,

I hastened away.

She held my hand,

Braced my shoulders and said,

“Stay with me”


I hushed my departure this time,

As quiet as it might seem.

Just like the moonlight sweeps into morning

And the twilight darkens to night.

But she held me close,

Her eyes entreating,

“Stay close to me”

She said.


But now once time

Had played its tricks,

And taken her too far,

I wish I had stayed.

For I stand

In the lonely Christmas lanes,

Staring at her window pane.



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