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“A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.”

This is how we started on our journey of Love. Your arrival into my life was like quenching of those thirsts, satiation of those hungers that I didn’t know hitherto existed. I had read much about the subconscious mind and its phenomenon but I actually came upfront with it when you started occupying it. I had resolved not to hand over my key to happiness to someone else but you became the definition of my happiness, rather I would call it my trance, my bliss. I had suffered such moments when my conscience had asked me to

“Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.”

So, I was prepared not to give in to love so much this time. And you also didn’t ask anything in return of your unconditional love. And when you confessed that you had a selfish motive in talking to me (“I love listening to the clank in your laughter”, you had said) I knew I had lost it..to you! You gave me the wings to fly, you reignited the fire in me to follow my passion, to visit foreign universities, to appreciate the incredible beauties of this world. You always reinforced your confidence in me and you kept reminding my own dictum to me that my happiness should be fiercely independent in itself, (“No matter I am with you or not, I want you to be confident and happy as a person”).

And yes, you introduced me to the abbreviation LIFO and I am all set to explore this world..as Life indeed Is For Once!

You will always be a part of my existence..as much as the vast canvas of sky is mine, the unfathomable sea is mine and the seven colors of Sunlight are mine!!!

Power&Pulchritude of Being Hima Das!

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Everyone has inside of her a piece of good news. The good news is that you don’t know how great you can be, how much you can love, what you can accomplish, and what your potential is!“, these words were written by the very young but mentally very strong Anne Frank. And when Hima Das of India started identifying with this good news, she broke all the barriers and created history when she became the first Indian to clinch a gold in the 400m race at the IAAF World U20 Championships at Tampere,Finland!

A petite and naive girl from Dhing village in Nagaon district of Assam, Hima belongs to a family of farmers. Till she was 16 years of age, she was into playing football with her brothers in a small rice farm of her father Ranjit Das, when Shamshul Sheikh, a teacher at Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, got impressed with her jet speed and asked her to make a career in athletics. But her dream was not taking off because of ramshackle conditions at home. She didn’t even have standard spikes. Infact when she won medals in her local spikes in inter district tournament, her coach Nipun Das relocated her to Guwahati and bought her spikes of international standard. Since then, there was no looking back!

Popular as “Dhing Express” in her native place, Hima Das was nowhere in the first three positions of the 400m race till the final turn. But running in a conservation fashion, the 18 year old leaped fast in the remaining 100m and slingshotted to taste the gold in 51.46 seconds and carved her name in golden colours in the annals of Indian Athletics history. It made her the first Indian woman to win a global title of any kind and the first Indian, male or female, to win a global track title.

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Such achievements of young sports girls prove to be trailblazer to the millions of aspiring sports wizards of the country and reassure us that with steel will power, unflinching grit and right guidance, one can decimate all the challenges, including poverty. India, with her billion population, skipped a heartbeat, when tears of gratitude rolled down the cheeks of this turbocharged sprinter during the rendition of the National Anthem.

And now some straight talk! When we are regaling at the unprecedented success of this young girl, we really need to reflect upon the lacunae in the government policies pertaining to the sports section and the vicissitudes of their implementation. It’s high time when Indian government must support these sports persons financially and look after their wholesome needs.

Oprah Winfrey says “Forget about the fast lane. If you really want to fly, just harness your power to your passion”. So, here is our very own Hima Das ready to fly and take the world in her stride, with panache.

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Happy Mother’s Day, dude!!

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“When you mix butter with vermillion then you get the complexion of his face” She was trying to explain his flawless complexion to her friend.

“Okay, so the off white Amul butter or the dazzling white one that mom churns at home?” Her friend smirked with a feign interest in the conversation.

“Come On!! Try to understand what I mean to say!” She was annoyed at her leg pulling.

He was nothing sort of her perception of Mr Right. Tall? On the average side. Dark? Naah..not at all! Handsome? Hmm..at times! Puffing cigarettes..volleying smokey circles at her face? No!!! He was a wine connoisseur! Right from the country of their origin to the glasses and measurements in which they were supposed to be drunk, he knew everything about the beverages. One thing that was complete opposite in them as a couple was their take on the measurements! She could not even tell whether a dupatta is 2 metres long or 2.5 metres, She was at loss of words when someone asked her the distance between her house to railway station. She would gaze aimlessly when mom asked whether the milkman had given 2 litres milk or 3 litres, while he was extremely particular about the measurements. “You have cold? Take 10 mm of water. Boil tulasi leaves and a julienne of ginger in it and keep boiling till it is left 3mm,” And she would just nod on phone.

“Don’t tell me you never tasted wine all your life? Inspite of the foreign trips? Never mind! It is an Art of tasting and relishing wine. You are supposed to take 120 ml of wine and sip it in an hour. Then you will enjoy the real feel of the wine.”

“Achchha you start with Vodka! Absolute is the best one. I will gift you a bottle.”

And then that bottle was constantly on her study table, filled with crystal clear water. Her friend would banter, “Just the bottle is enough to intoxicate you” and she would quote the song, “nasha sharaab mei hota toh naachti botal” (had the wine been intoxicated, the bottle would dance!)

He was particular about almost everything. He loved to have his opinions. He was candid, assertive and extremely certain of his views. But the only thing that he was not so sure about was whom did she resemble!

“I vaguely recall your face resembling somebody,” he would say and rack his brains to concretise his assumptions…but in vein.

It was not very long since they came up, close and personal. Though they were acquainted for a pretty long time but they started interacting of late only. Because of their long distance relationship, they didn’t have the privilege to meet but the charisma of ICT was assisting them to its best. This was their first meeting after the confession of love between them, exactly after eight months since they last saw each other. He had his meetings in the city and she had a friend’s engagement. Keeping it his top priority, he had planned his time accordingly, being a meticulous man. Mr Brown’s bakery was the easiest choice because of its proximity to her house. He came at 9.40pm and left at 9.52pm. It was a short date..12 minutes to be precise! They checked each other with their eyes. Both were immaculately and effortfully dressed…with the sole intention of impressing each other. Coffee was ordered..fingers were brushed…helplessness of not being able to do more was betrayed through eyes. Their conversation was being mainly done by the four senses..they had already talked too much on phone. They could hear each other breathe..smell each other’s masculine and feminine perfumes, see each other’s smiling and appreciating glances and touch each other’s blood capillaries, resonating with love. He looked at her forehead and glanced down to her eyes and concluded.” Now, i recall, who do you look like!”

“Thank God! Finally the mystery will be resolved today!” She beamed with joy.”Tell,Tell!”

“You know I was again flipping through my Mom’s album and then it struck me that her face seems familiar to me. I have seen this white forehead and dark eye brows over such doe eyes somewhere.” He paused for a moment and carried on, “ Now I know the place. I can see the similarity. You look like my Mom! Such a divinely strange thing!”

She was touched beyond compassion and felt overwhelmingly honoured with this compliment. She understood what his mother meant to him..considering the fact that she had left him when he was not even three. The only memories that he held close to his heart could be seen only in albums.

She instantly wanted to hug him but she thought better of the situation and remained intact. The wrist watch was ticking fast. She knew he had to go in a formal dinner but he didn’t have the heart to leave her. So, she offered to get up. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles as a parting gesture. It took herculean effort from both the sides to resist the temptation to embrace. They hugged each other tightly through their eyes.

Night was throughout a smiling affair..recounting those twelve minutes twelve thousand times to her best friend and mentally replaying each and every moment spent together.

She woke up the next morning with renewed vigour. She took the phone to greet him good morning. She was a little surprised to find his profile picture missing. She selected a good one from her hidden folder and sent it with the message, “Hey! Handsome! Make this your DP!”

She waited for a few seconds for the single tick to double. Anticipating something devastating, she checked the status. Her fears were right. She could not see one! Then the reality dawned on her. She was blocked! She couldn’t breathe. She immediately called him but probably her number was sent to the auto reject list.

It’s been two years now. Every mother’s day, she remembers the honour given by him. Can somebody love a girl so much that he finds her resembling her most loved, departed Mom? And he had said that with complete honesty. The reasons behind their relationship going kaput remained shrouded in mystery. She has chosen to thrive on the happy moments..resisted to hanker after the heart breaking ones. Her measurements are perfect to a tee. She knows the distance between her house and the railway station. But still wonders whether she would ever fathom the distance that has come up between her heart and his! Mother’s Day always gives her a feeling of Valentine’s day. Afterall, what could be mushier a compliment than a ‘you look like my mother’?

“Happy Mother’s Day, dude! I know you remembered me today!” She whispered to herself.

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 3

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I have been nominated by “Life by the Pages”. Thank you so much for choosing me for this! I have always relished your spiritual and positive posts. In fact, whenever I have something disturbing me emotionally, I look up to your posts to find some solace. My fellow blogger friends can read her wonderful posts here:  https://lifebythepages.wordpress.com/

So, today is my third day of sharing with you all my favourite quote. And this quote is something that I have come to believe through my myriad experiences. Life is a series of moments…of various shades and irrespective of their flavour, we have to keep marching ahead. We can’t take our life for granted by brooding over the sad moments or being stuck up in happy moments. We have to keep bettering ourselves and strive to create more happy moments as we march ahead. We have to ‘feel’ that our present is better than our past and only this belief can keep ourselves in a happy state of mind. I hope you all are doing something right 🙂 ❤

The rules for this challenge are;

♥ Thank the person who nominated you.

🗯 Post a quote for 3 days, and explain why it appeals to you.

🙋 Nominate bloggers each day!

So, my nominees are:

http://anamikaisblogging.wordpress.com/

http://cheerfultrails.wordpress.com/

http://mancgirlmissing.com/

Thank you everyone! 🙂

 

Summer Rains

feast to the soul!!

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I see the raindrops falling pitter patter,
I see the lightning like a flash light and it didn’t matter,
I hear the mighty thunder like a roar,
Yet all put together is the most beautiful picture, so rare.

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The tree along with its leaves and stem,
Bent towards the way the wind takes them,
Holding steadfast to the earth, Oh, the mighty bond,
So as not to be uprooted from the ground.

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While the green young leaves has the time still,
The old and yellow ones give in to the call, of the wind and fall,
To the ground, round and round all the way spun,
Only to be dried by the next day’s blazing sun.

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Life goes on, even after the rain,
The sun comes the next day, back to it’s domain,
As if, there was no sign of any rain the other day,
And life goes on here…

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3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 2

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I have been nominated by “Life by the Pages”. Thank you so much for choosing me for this! I have always relished your spiritual and positive posts. In fact, whenever I have something disturbing me emotionally, I look up to your posts to find some solace. My fellow blogger friends can read her wonderful posts here:  https://lifebythepages.wordpress.com/

So, today is my second day of sharing with you all my favourite quote. I might come across as a female chauvinist by this quote of mine..but what I mean here is that each and every individual is unique in oneself and there is seriously no need to be dependent on anyone. Through my experience, I can say that we girls tend to emotionally depend on our male counterparts, so much so that we handover the key to our happiness to them..and this is what we should stop doing on an urgent basis!

The rules for this challenge are;

♥ Thank the person who nominated you.

🗯 Post a quote for 3 days, and explain why it appeals to you.

🙋 Nominate bloggers each day!

So, my nominees are:

http://anamikaisblogging.wordpress.com/

http://cheerfultrails.wordpress.com/

http://mancgirlmissing.com/

Thank you everyone! 🙂

 

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 1

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I have been nominated by “Life by the Pages”. Thank you so much for choosing me for this! I have always relished your spiritual and positive posts. In fact, whenever I have something disturbing me emotionally, I look up to your posts to find some solace. My fellow blogger friends can read her wonderful posts here:  https://lifebythepages.wordpress.com/

Now I have to post a quote for consecutive three days and explain why the quote appeals to me.

So, this first quote I have chosen is not because I have an extra ordinary penchant for geometrical figures but because I am passionate about Life in all its shapes and sizes. 🙂

Vicious circles should be avoided in the sense that the circle should not be entertained in the very first instant…the small amount of our greed takes to larger context and then it all becomes too problematic to handle!

Love triangles, again, happen because of our emotional greed and if not handled in a mature way, becomes quite detrimental to our existence. No matter what, our intelligence should never succumb to our emotional side in such junctures!

Now, coming to the squared minds, this is the most stubborn thing that doesn’t let us progress, doesn’t let us grow. So, in this fast paced world, we should try to befriend flexible minds, affectionate minds, minds that flow with time, minds that advance with every passing day!

The rules for this challenge are;

♥ Thank the person who nominated you.

🗯 Post a quote for 3 days, and explain why it appeals to you.

🙋 Nominate bloggers each day!

So, my nominees are:

http://anamikaisblogging.wordpress.com/

http://cheerfultrails.wordpress.com/

http://mancgirlmissing.com/

Thank you everyone! 🙂

 

Word Photo Challenge: The Contagious Smile

If Happiness can be measured by the smile on your face then, this photograph tops the chart of my favourite bliss moments. I am the happiest when I am around my friends and this particular friend of mine can boast of the best smile on this earth..with her unfathomable dimples in both the cheeks. She has the magical wand that can efface all my gloomy moods and bring an automaton smile on my face. And the most intriguing thing about being together with her is that we can laugh at any topic under the sun or we can just look at each other meaningfully and burst into broad smiles. I feel really blessed to have her in my life.

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