When Silence Speaks...

I am not a fan of mainstream Bollywood movies. I however am an addict for movies in any language with good story, good performance and good direction. I like theater like performances.  And Irrfan Khan is one such actor who forced me to watch bollywood movies. I won't use "was" for him. He will always stay alive through his work. A legend who made his mark not only in bollywood movies but also left his footprint in hollywood. Not many have that chip on their shoulder. And he defies the laws of mainstream bollywood where looks, background matters more than talent. People like him give us grounds to believe in success based on true talent and hardwork. He is an inspiration to billions of people in India, who dream big dreams. It's very difficult to be on screen in a way that people can connect with you. He portrayed normal person on screen with no heroic charisma, but that's what made him the real hero. That normalcy, simplicity is what billions of Ind...

She walked into the room with her broad lively smile and dimples on both cheeks.  He sat there in the corner of the room, looking at her, thinking of how can an angel like her be part of his life. He remembered the day when she had walked into his life, and how his life had changed. He had always known that such a day would come in his life, and he had secretly prepared himself in every which way possible.  He had thought  Of how he would pamper her in zillion different ways. Of how he would protect her from all adversities of the world. Of how he would love her to eternity. Of how he would act as a pillar, a foundation for her life. Of how special his first kiss would be. And yet, 4 years back, when she had entered his life, and he had laid his eyes on her the first time, all his preparations melted away in distance. It was a feeling he had never experienced before in life. And from that day till this day, that feeling never seemed to fade.  T...

Siblings are necessary evil one needs in life. True Story. I have friends from all age groups - from the second grader to great grand parents. It helps me with conversation around all realms and get viewpoints from all angles. So, while in conversation with a friend in mid thirties who was justifying a need for having a second child, I pulled myself away from them saying am not the best person to comment - considering that I don't understand the need to have even one child, meh!  Well, so that's when I thought of ma soeur , my lovely sister. I have blogged a few stories about our relation, but today, am just sharing some conversations on how she comes to my rescue when least needed. Conversation 1 - Me FaceTiming with Amma. Amma - Aah, I like your dress.What is it? Kurta? I like the full sleeves. very nice. you look good in full sleeves. (Although I have been out for more than 12 years now, my Amma being the orthodox one, still has...

"How did we end up here? Like this?" he asked looking at her intensely.   "Well." she said still looking out of the window. "No really, I mean, why? Why did we act like that back then? Why did we drift apart?" he said clearly showing his agitation. She smiled bringing her attention back to the cafe, looking at him, she said "Come on. We weren't so bad. Compared to rest of the couples, I think we dealt with our issues fairly well." "But, that doesn't make it look any better. Not an excuse" he said shaking his head. "Hey, we spoke to each other. We fought, we argued, we cried, but we met every day for 4 months. That was bloody 120 days. We faced each other and we spoke about our problems. Most couples just stop communicating, cutting out from one another. Am glad we dint do that. In fact am surprised we handled it with considerable maturity for 24 year olds." she laughed. "Well true. Anyway,  I know I s...

What is it about you that I can't put my finger on? You are not perfect But I have started loving imperfections When did my feelings for you change? You are not the one I dreamt of But I want to live in your fantasy Why do I want you to be part of my story? I don't know if it's for better or worse But with you by my side I see no bad in world Why does life seem beautiful when you are around? You are not right for me But I want to stay wrong, to be with you If this is not love, then what is? You are not the strongest I have met But I feel like I can win the world with you by my side Why do I feel like a superhero when you are with me? I don't know when I let you have such power on me. I don't know when you swept my life into dreamland. I don't know if this will make me or break me. All I know is My life is not the same anymore. And I am not scared of this change anymore. -aarohak

He woke up before the alarm went off this morning. It was bright and sunny outside. He got fresh, had his coffee, and went to his room. Pulled out the tuxedo from the cupboard, brushed it and got dressed up. He fixed his hair, put on the watch and looked himself in the mirror. He tried smiling, but it felt weird. He shrugged the feeling off, went downstairs, slipped into his black leather shoes, grabbed his car keys and headed out. The neighborhood seemed quite silent for a weekend. " Guess summer vacation has driven most of the families out on family trips. Well, good for them " he murmured, as he took the next right and pulled into the parking lot of the local florist shop "Autumn's Florist Corner". Emma has been running the place since he had moved in to the locality 2 years back, and her smile had never changed since the day they first met.  Emma - " Well well, look who's here. Good morning Brady. What brings you here so early on a Saturd...

I watched the rainy street  from the window of the bar. I tried washing down my soul  with a bottle of whiskey. Feeling the smoothness of that straight Kentucky bourbon in my mouth, I thought of the day when you had held me in your arms. Whispered to me the words that had made me speechless. The dream we strayed into together, wishing we never had to wake up. I never understood if it was you or me or us, that made those moments special. Never thought of it as love then. We walked away from each other, never speaking of us again.  But the rainy nights, bring the scent of your breath. The thought of you creates a weird knot in my heart. We were never meant to be. But those stolen kisses  always had a different story to tell. The way these rainy nights, keeps you close to me, I still don't think it's love. Worlds apart, different lives.  Yet I know am not alone as I walk the rainy streets.