GOODBYES and HELLOS
A thank you note
I am thankful to my dearest friend who pushed me extra mile to get my dream come true, and that dream would be owning my own blog. Well! I got a little more than I had dream of, I got “www.nija.com.np” .Yay me!!!
(You must be grinning right now reading this but please don’t complain if my words are wrong here even though I highly appreciate your editing. You know how much I depend on your expert opinion.)
Cheesy easy
Well, it was easy for you to walk away from the world which we drew out of the infinite lines from our conversations, the ravishing colours we painted on the walls (your favourite was sky blue but mine royal blue… so we decided to paint them with all shades of blue ) .Easy! I say it was for you to get out of the addiction but i still madly get wasted by the strong words, those simple words (plain a, b, c ‘s that you assemble so so well … ) .Easy it would be for me as well if those memories had not followed me in day lights everywhere i go and yeah, definitely not crept in my dreams while i slept.
Too easy I say it would be for me to get rid of you, only if your stubborn heart would stop luring my heart into falling for you…
Happenings in my heart
Like a gentle breeze you flow into my heart…
Tenderly stroking every chambers
Tickling them, making them laugh n glee
Making the feelings so exotic,
so defying it rebels against me .
Then,
like a hurricane you storm out of my heart
Thrashing every feelings that comes in your way
Boiling every single drop of blood in the heart,
Burning and tormenting it in the flames of your ego
Snip Snap Snip
“I want short hair.Yes! I so want to cut this tedious tangled hair. May be getting rid of all these tangled hair will solve my problems. Hopefully I will feel better. NO! I will definitely feel better. I know!” – this is what my head thinks whenever my depression gets out of control. Next thing I know I ring my girl friend (if no one is available I fly solo) and I magically find myself sitting in the black leather chair of parlor. The hairdresser sprays cold water round my hair, the water droplets fall on my eyelashes like morning dewdrops. That gives me sense of freshness and makes me stand to the decision of getting rid of my lush curls. “Snap” the sharp blades of her steel scissors pierce the dense brown hair and slices it. Underneath the apron, I keep my fingers crossed (I don’t know why I do that, may be I am hoping I wont have to regret the stupid decision).
I peek through the curtain of hair covering my face, I glance down and see heaves of hair lying dead down the floor. Shit!!! I cover my eyes again. After the hairdresser is done drying up my newly harvested hair; I glance at the mirror, actually two mirrors – you know what I mean, right ladies?
Wow! I look cool. This is the new me. In fact the BRAND new ME (like Alicia Keys song), I so so love how I look. I reach home, try making a pony tail, make messy bun and play around. I pretend to be satisfied with my short hair, well! Pretending comes only after few days when you see old picture of your long curls. And then you go…@#$# my hair!!!
Royal Shelz
I never thought I would have a dog, let alone love him more than anything. Even the day I brought him home, I had high doubts about me being able to look after him. He was just two months old puppy, quiet and cute little ball of black fur. I had thought about naming him Pastry, my brother called him Pi; both of us didn’t favor each other’s name. That time, my sister was hung with The Big Bang Theory fever; she suggested we call him Shelly after Sheldon Copper. The name “Shelly” seemed to fit him just perfect; that’s how he got his name. Shel, Shelz and Shelu – that’s what we call him. Presence of his Royal Highness Shelz in my family is a bliss to us. Even though dad didn’t want a dog in the house, now he adores Shel more everyday. Mom loves him more than us I guess, as she never complains like we do. My brother got another brother, he fights with him, gets jealous with him, plays together, brags about his little brother and loves him quietly. My sister – the dog whisperer loves Shel, it’s fun to watch her whisper to Shel (though I find that pretty disturbing sometimes). I watch him grow bigger everyday; how I wish he stays just as big as he was the day I brought him home wrapped with shirt in my big red bag. How much I pray that he fits on my lap just perfect when he rests, all cuddled up!
