I write about happenings that inspire me all day through, incidents that effects my intellect. i weave words through my imaginations and incidents that happen to me in real and in my dreams.
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THAT NAUGHTY RAIN DROP WHO FELL ON MY NIPPLE
It was an easy day at work, quite unusual though. My whole body was paining in the morning, may be it was because of less hours of sleep for all these days. I was just not able to get up, sensation of extreme tiredness, i simply wanted to lay there and take rest, i didn't had the guts to ignore myself and go to work. i checked my phone, it was already 9.20 AM, i was already late and i now knew, i needed a half day. I texted my HR requesting a half day from her, though got some flare from her but i managed to get an half day and i was happy about it. I somehow stood up, dragged myself into the kitchen and checked, what was there for breakfast. Maid had made parathas and puree of egg plant(Baigan bharta), without wasting time in brushing my teeth. I took a plate out, put five parathas, two schoops of puree and began munching. I must say, maid had made a yummy breakfast, i relished every bite. As i finised eating, i dumped the plate in the sink, washed my face and went to sleep again. I set an alarm for 1 o clock and slept for two hours straight, the sleep felt good and i felt better, i was still yawning though, i brushed my teeth, loosened my bowels and took a shower. As i moved naked in my flat searching for clothes, i found out either the jeans were dirty or were wet, damn the cons of unending showers. I simply popped a tshirt, wore a pyjama beneath, applied some deo, took my bag, locked the house and drove my way to office. I must say, i never felt more comfortable in any other attire than this, My office mates were giving me weird looks, my head was heavy, so i didn't care. I completed my tasks yawning and drinking coffee, but i did being a sincere employee. Office hours had ended. It was time to leave, as i came out of the building, there were droplets of rains falling from the sky, not enough to make you wet, not less to keep you dry. It was like those whispers of your loved one in your ears, as i drove myself back home. Raindrops were falling all over my body and it felt good. I was moving on with good pace until i saw the colour turn red on the signal which brought me to a halt. The clouds were still pouring and as i waited for the light to go green, droplets fell on me here and there. After around two minutes, i saw the light turn green, i kicked my bike and it roared back to action, i was in a hurry as i raised my acclerator, the bike took speed and soon we got busy driving through the roads making its way amidst heavy traffic. Everything seemed to be in such a hurry, as if the city was running from a dog caught with rabies. In those rush hour moments, came a droplet and it hit my left nipple, i felt a shiver all over my body. It was cold and chilly, i felt those shivers, a tingling effect all over my body. I who was dead all day, was alive that very moment and everything appeared slow, very slow. The pace of the bike dropped and i whose body consists of 70 % water started appreciating the water around me. I just thought, why was it that all the droplets that touched me before didn't had such a miraculous effect on me as much as this droplet did, perhaps because this droplet touched me at a place that was sensitive, a point that was too sensitive to touch. In life too, when we make love, we need to touch those sensitive parts of our lover, places that were hidden from us, those hidden wounds were waiting for our touch to get healed. There would be pain, there would be shivers but it takes just a kiss, a hug, some words and one lovely intimate session to feel good and leave all the demons behind. Life will rise again from all its ugliness to become beautiful and we would smile again after shedding all those tears........ As i entered my home sweet home, i faced myself in the mirror and looked into my eyes and said, "Thou shall never say, rain rain go away "
There was a post on facebook “Since sex got easier to get, love got harder to find”, a quote that drew my attention. I kept thinking about it and felt curious about it, I forwarded this quote to my friends and got a good collection of thoughts, opinions and perceptions. Here are some of them :- 1) Maybe, I think people find no difference between love, infatuation, attraction or whatever they call it. 2)Hmmm, its all bullshit, sex is not the only need between sincere lovers. 3)People do so much sex this days that sex has lost its importance, like it was making love isn’t it, now nits just sex, the love part is gone. All are lust driven and there ain’t any love. After being physical throughout their relationship, when they get married. What is left to explore and it’s after marriage they realize the real face of their better half, for before marriage they were too busy into each other to look at each other. 4)No, I don’t think so you always have a choice to choose. If you want sex, you get …
When Sherin returned to the apartment , she shared with Maddy, she
found him waiting for her. He was very drunk. “You bitch”, he yelled. ” Where have you been all night? ” It would not matter what she said. Maddy knew that he was
going to listen to her apologies, beat her up, then take her to Bed and forgive
her. But instead of apologizing Sherin said,” With another Man,
Maddy. I have come up to pick up my things.” And as Maddy watched her in disbelief, Sherin went into the
bedroom and began to pack.
“For Christ sake, Sherin,” he pleaded. “ Don’t do this! We love
each other. We are going to get married.” He talked to her for the next half
hour, arguing, threatening, cajoling and by that time Sherin had finished packing.
She left the apartment
and Maddy had no idea why he had lost her, for he did not know that he had
never possessed her.
In the beginning was Word and the word was with God and the word was God. – St John 1:1
This verse from the gospel of St John is enough to prove the power of word. Words are powerful because the words you write, the words you say express your thoughts within. They affect the people around you, they inspire your very own surroundings. Words have the power to inspire; they have the power to motivate the weakest souls, to break the strongest hearts, to heal the broken wounds. Words are double edge swords, they can make you fall in love, They can make you fall out of love. They are soothing, so are they hurting. I do wish to spread love, a lot of love but I am a mortal man, I may fall down at times, I have my mood swings, I do go into depressions, I do feel weak and lonely at times, so rather than spreading love I would say, Issac would write his heart out, writing out those strong emotions that bombard his heart.
As this Day is the first day of the year 2017, I wish to start the year on a…