Come sweet sleep, come to me
Let me find peace in your sanctuary
Come sweet sleep, come to me
Let me dream a relaxed dream
Come sweet sleep, come to me
I haven't seen you for an eternity
Come, let us hold hands and walk
Walk along the dark sleepy paths
Lead me to see the stars and the moon,
Dream of beautiful dreams come true
Come sweet sleep, come to me
Let me hug you tenderly
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
This is how i am
It doesn't matter if people like me or not, but this is the way i am. I can never pretend to be somebody i am not. If i am happy, the whole world knows i am happy, and if i am sad, it is visible at the first sight of me. Its in the way i dress up, or simply in my voice, but people who know me well, will be able to instantly recognize.
I hate confrontations of any kind, and there are many a times, i will hurt myself but not tell the other person what is on my mind. Then u ask, how is it that anyone can know how i am? Well, the people who matter will know, and the others, well, i don't care if they do or no.
For me, every little thing is special, be it a memory, a dress, a shoe or a person. Every thing has its special place in my heart and mind, and every one will be treated in the way i feel for them, at that point of time. If i am angry or upset with anyone, they will know it from my talk. If i like something, be it a song or simply an accessory or anything that i own, i will wear it, listen to it for as long as it takes me to move on. When it comes to people, if i like someone, i will do anything for them, even if the whole world says i am a nut. But i wont see anything beyond that person, and surely not give importance to their faults. If he or she hurts me, i will cry and feel bad, but i will give the person endless chances. I will never judge and decide, if the person is right or wrong. I will always give them the benefit of doubt and say, the situation was bad.
I compartmentalize people and things in my life, each having its own special corner of pride. Just because i bought a new pair of shoes, doesn't mean i wont love the old ones anymore, only my attention will be more on the new one and not the old. Just because i meet new friends, i wont forget the old and same goes for the people i love and who make up my world. Each one knows how much they mean to me, because when i do feel for them, i express it openly.
I am this way, good or bad and i know there are not many people who will understand this fact.
I hate confrontations of any kind, and there are many a times, i will hurt myself but not tell the other person what is on my mind. Then u ask, how is it that anyone can know how i am? Well, the people who matter will know, and the others, well, i don't care if they do or no.
For me, every little thing is special, be it a memory, a dress, a shoe or a person. Every thing has its special place in my heart and mind, and every one will be treated in the way i feel for them, at that point of time. If i am angry or upset with anyone, they will know it from my talk. If i like something, be it a song or simply an accessory or anything that i own, i will wear it, listen to it for as long as it takes me to move on. When it comes to people, if i like someone, i will do anything for them, even if the whole world says i am a nut. But i wont see anything beyond that person, and surely not give importance to their faults. If he or she hurts me, i will cry and feel bad, but i will give the person endless chances. I will never judge and decide, if the person is right or wrong. I will always give them the benefit of doubt and say, the situation was bad.
I compartmentalize people and things in my life, each having its own special corner of pride. Just because i bought a new pair of shoes, doesn't mean i wont love the old ones anymore, only my attention will be more on the new one and not the old. Just because i meet new friends, i wont forget the old and same goes for the people i love and who make up my world. Each one knows how much they mean to me, because when i do feel for them, i express it openly.
I am this way, good or bad and i know there are not many people who will understand this fact.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I miss those days
I miss those days when you were only a phone call away
I miss those days when we would go out on coffee dates
I miss those days when we sat and chatted endlessly
I miss those days when life was so happy
I miss those days when we would all sit around
I miss those endless UNO rounds
I miss those parties and those fun times
I miss everything that was mine
I miss having all of you around
I miss the plays and the movies out
I miss those evenings spent in Mojo's
I miss the V V Puram food plates
I miss those impromptu lunches and dinners between work
I miss the shopping at my favorite malls
I miss sitting and gossiping over coffee and corn
I miss all that i had all along
I cannot wait to come back to it all
I cannot wait to meet you all
I miss those days when we would go out on coffee dates
I miss those days when we sat and chatted endlessly
I miss those days when life was so happy
I miss those days when we would all sit around
I miss those endless UNO rounds
I miss those parties and those fun times
I miss everything that was mine
I miss having all of you around
I miss the plays and the movies out
I miss those evenings spent in Mojo's
I miss the V V Puram food plates
I miss those impromptu lunches and dinners between work
I miss the shopping at my favorite malls
I miss sitting and gossiping over coffee and corn
I miss all that i had all along
I cannot wait to come back to it all
I cannot wait to meet you all
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A fruitful day
After a long long time, i felt i did something worthwhile with my life. I had a bunch of things to complete, and i had neatly made a list of them to finish this week. This morning i woke up and decided it was time i shook of this lazy feeling and used my time more productively. I got around to starting my day with a good breakfast, and instantaneously i was filled with new sprung energy. That is when i realized what people mean, when they talk about the importance of the first meal !
Then i got up to my room and decided it was time i cleaned it through. I vacuumed and i dusted and set things right, i washed a huge load of clothes alright !
Then i sat and did some important paperwork, made phone calls and finished the work.
Cooked myself a lunch and had it on time, went to the post office and bank and finished that work as well, on time !
Now sitting here with my well deserved mug of coffee, i smile. Wow, i like it when i feel my day has been worthwhile !
Then i got up to my room and decided it was time i cleaned it through. I vacuumed and i dusted and set things right, i washed a huge load of clothes alright !
Then i sat and did some important paperwork, made phone calls and finished the work.
Cooked myself a lunch and had it on time, went to the post office and bank and finished that work as well, on time !
Now sitting here with my well deserved mug of coffee, i smile. Wow, i like it when i feel my day has been worthwhile !
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The endless talks
Internet has made life so easy. Distances are no more felt so much, and we don't have to wait for week's to receive a letter or get in touch. The world has become so small, and no matter where i am, there is always the feeling of being in contact with people i want.
I wake up every morning and the first thing i do, while still in bed, is turn on my laptop. Check if i have any mail and if my friends are online or not. I meet the same friends online daily, and yet we always have something to talk. From the moment i wake up to the time i sleep, i am connected to what has now become my personal idiot box !
Talk talk talk, about things that are important and those which are absolutely not. Bitching sessions with friends or something just laughs, this is how i usually have my day pass. Talk about silly things, or simply the return date, talk about the things that happened during the day. I do miss my phone at times, which back in India would ring non stop. i miss the sms-ing and the constant buzzing, but the internet thankfully is a good replacement !
I wake up every morning and the first thing i do, while still in bed, is turn on my laptop. Check if i have any mail and if my friends are online or not. I meet the same friends online daily, and yet we always have something to talk. From the moment i wake up to the time i sleep, i am connected to what has now become my personal idiot box !
Talk talk talk, about things that are important and those which are absolutely not. Bitching sessions with friends or something just laughs, this is how i usually have my day pass. Talk about silly things, or simply the return date, talk about the things that happened during the day. I do miss my phone at times, which back in India would ring non stop. i miss the sms-ing and the constant buzzing, but the internet thankfully is a good replacement !
Monday, January 19, 2009
The letter
Yesterday i was sick again, and feeling as horrid and i could feel. The only thought that kept coming to my mind was, i want to run back home and leave all this. I can't stay here, i can't bear this cold and i want the comfort of my home. I had almost decided to cancel my contract, come back and get on track. I slept feeling miserable, cranky and sore, not wanting to hear from anyone any more.
But when this morning i woke up, there was a mail in my inbox, from a friend whom i met here in France. She wrote in her own sweet way, just giving me courage to hold on, trying to make me see the bright spot in this dark. Her simple words, her caring advice, suddenly made me see all things bright. Thanks Alie for cheering me up and giving me that dose of confidence :)
But when this morning i woke up, there was a mail in my inbox, from a friend whom i met here in France. She wrote in her own sweet way, just giving me courage to hold on, trying to make me see the bright spot in this dark. Her simple words, her caring advice, suddenly made me see all things bright. Thanks Alie for cheering me up and giving me that dose of confidence :)
Saturday, January 17, 2009
P.S. I love you
There are so many people who have made a huge difference to my life. Put in all their efforts to see me happy or make me a better human. I have always taken these people for granted, knowing, yes, whatever i do, they will be there. I never take time off, to just spend with them, or simply turn around and tell them how much they mean to me.
My parents, how much i love them, for all they have been to me. For their time and patience and love and teaching. For me, they are there, they know i love them, so why do i need to tell them so, but its so not true, because no matter how much i express, it will never be enough to show them how much i really do. I know i should thank you more often for the little things you do, for its not my birth right to get all you do. Thanks so much, for pampering me, loving me and letting me be who i want to be. Thanks for understanding me and having patience with me. I am who i am today and i know its the best i can be, its all thanks to your time and patience spent on me, not only when i was little but through every day till today. Thank you for being there, no matter what the time of day.
P.S. i know i don't say it enough, but, I love you a lot.
After my parents comes none other than my sister. I know we fight and argue a lot and i know i have always been the rebellious sort. I know i don't take time off to tell you how much you mean to me, but the truth is, my life would be incomplete without having you to turn to at ever step of my life. You have always been the perfect cool sister that i have looked up on, always someone i have wanted to become. Thank you so much for all that you do for me, thank you for always protecting me. I know i sometimes tend to pretend that i get annoyed, but in reality, its a nice feeling to know i am safe with you around. Its a nice feeling to be protected, pampered and loved by you. We have not really spent a lot of time together i know, but you are always close to my heart and i know we are not more than a phone call apart.
P.S. i know i should say it more often to you, I really really love you a lot.
My parents, how much i love them, for all they have been to me. For their time and patience and love and teaching. For me, they are there, they know i love them, so why do i need to tell them so, but its so not true, because no matter how much i express, it will never be enough to show them how much i really do. I know i should thank you more often for the little things you do, for its not my birth right to get all you do. Thanks so much, for pampering me, loving me and letting me be who i want to be. Thanks for understanding me and having patience with me. I am who i am today and i know its the best i can be, its all thanks to your time and patience spent on me, not only when i was little but through every day till today. Thank you for being there, no matter what the time of day.
P.S. i know i don't say it enough, but, I love you a lot.
After my parents comes none other than my sister. I know we fight and argue a lot and i know i have always been the rebellious sort. I know i don't take time off to tell you how much you mean to me, but the truth is, my life would be incomplete without having you to turn to at ever step of my life. You have always been the perfect cool sister that i have looked up on, always someone i have wanted to become. Thank you so much for all that you do for me, thank you for always protecting me. I know i sometimes tend to pretend that i get annoyed, but in reality, its a nice feeling to know i am safe with you around. Its a nice feeling to be protected, pampered and loved by you. We have not really spent a lot of time together i know, but you are always close to my heart and i know we are not more than a phone call apart.
P.S. i know i should say it more often to you, I really really love you a lot.
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