Monday, 20 April 2020
Baatein - NaPoWriMo Day 19
Wednesday, 11 January 2017
Love Shorts #11
I realise that we have words and expressions for everything but beauty. Splendid, mesmerising, spell bound, out of this world and perhaps my least favourite, speechless. These adjectives are used so often that they have lost their meaning.
I do not think any linguistic has been successful in coining the words to illustrate the beauty of her eyes when she smiles.
Neither can a writer describe it, nor can a painter paint it and nor can an actor imitate it.
We can never praise true beauty. We can only cherish the smile that it brings on our face.
Monday, 9 January 2017
Love Shorts #9
Sometimes I imitate her way of talking. Sometimes she mocks my expressions. Sometimes we say the same thing at the same time. Sometimes we do not let each other speak.
We laugh at these situations. We have plenty of personal jokes to laugh at.
''I love laughing with you,'' I tell her. ''My idea of great music is the fusion of our laughter.''
''Nice thought,'' she gives me a rare compliment. ''And what is your idea of noise?''
''Only one of us laughing at our personal jokes.''
Thursday, 5 January 2017
Love Shorts #5
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it was not a very cheerful day, or if it was, the cheers didn't reach me, sitting at the far end of the social group. She noticed my despair perhaps and let me hold her hand, without a word or for anybody to see. I held it for the soothing comfort at first, then drawing patterns on her palm from the tip of my index finger..
''What were you doodling?'' she asked me later. ''I felt some were impressions of English alphabet.''
''They were all the compliments I could not say to your face.''
I could sense she regretted not paying attention.
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