Change...

My life changes when I least expect it. Is it the same with everyone or is it just me?


I haven't been always fond of changes. After a 'wow' vacation at Kashmir I was getting bored by the monotony of life. And then, better half's decision to move to Bangalore was as sudden as I could ever imagine. It was surprising, considering his loathe for the city. Please don't ask me why! Job and house hunt became the priorities in the next few days. Luckily I landed up with my old team again.


House hunt was worrying. No one wanted tenants with a 1and 1/2 year old male Labrador. But why? Joey has been brought up in a 800 sq. ft. first floor apartment. After checking out 5-6 apartments resembling match boxes I managed to find a ground floor portion of an independent house. And the most important criteria was satisfied - keeping Joey.


The hustle and bustle died down after 15 days. Am bored! With no resolutions on my 27th birthday I have no intentions to plan now. Maybe there might be another change waiting for me. And hopefully I am not bored again...

A tribute to her!

She's an artist. A free spirit as she loved to call herself. In her early thirties, she loved herself more than anyone else in the world. A self proclaimed narcissist. And why she shouldn't be. She was beautiful in every sense of it. Sexy as every man called her.

She travelled for the love of her art. Or as she liked to call it, she 'wandered' for her art. No. It wasn't an aimless wandering. She knew what she wanted of her life. She fell in and out of love. Well. Blame the men for making her feel that they weren't worthy!


But somewhere the longing remained. She wanted her man to be with her when she wanted him the most. When she wanted a shoulder to cry on, when she wanted him to just listen to her, when she wanted to hug him. Sometimes she wondered if this lack of love is because she is a nomad.


"What the heck!" she thought. "Its my life!" And a satisfied smile spread across her face.