Where does the breeze take you....

Someone over the last week told me "oh you must nicely sip chai after taran's gone to school on the patio and enjoy the view", and i was like hell no, i dont have so much time. So y'day, after dressing up like i was going out to city (which i wasnt), i stepped on to my patio, to be welcomed by the floral fragnance in the slightly warm breeze, it seemed like it was inviting me, so i stood there, and walked around on my kutti patio. Something about hte air reminded me of the time we were in school in eluru.

Boy those were THE days of nonstop nonsense fun, i was a big buff of sherlock holmes, so i;d pretend like i was a character in his show and walk around our home playing pretend games....what was i thinking, i even named myself a silly one, Sandra or sandrania. ha ha ha...better yet, it was the moped days, only my sis and my brother were allowed and i had a red bicycle.

My sis was the SPL (S---- People Leader), i forget what the S is for. She was an all rounder, studies, sports, arts, dance, volleyball. I was a big dhabba on her rep, since we both would go to the same St. Theresa's school. I still remember the day when Sister Pricilla would ask me to bring my sis over to talk, i sulked and mumbled something to my sister, she was like crap what now types. When we went to see her just after the school was over, Sister Pricilla was like "is she really your sister, she's nothing like you, she needs to improve on her maths and needs to practice for her running thingie".

That evening she made me ride back home with her and gave me full on schpiel. i usually rode with Anuradha, my dear friend, took the back roads from the high court and stop at the park and climb over the gates to play swings.

oh my darling, i miss it.

My brother, big stud of the St. Xaviers, big tennis player, into sports too, i'd sneak him into home, since my mom would lock the door as he was late coming back from his practice. so at home i was majorly off the hook. Ammi baba were chilled about me, and pampered like crazy. I remember this one time, my mom wrapped up my science homeowrk, only becoasue she wanted me to not get a bad grade again. i sat next to her in our backyard and told her how to draw properly for my science class project.

i wonder if my sister would remember this one time when she tagged me on her moped to the stadium for her volley ball match. Ofcourse she won, i mean her team won, and she got all these prizes, and i was super proud of her. I was holding all of them and shewas riding the bike. Just then, a bunch of guys, on other bikes were teasing her, something about how well she played and how she should share her prizes with her. I got so furious and i yelled back at them, ha ha ha. Lunoo, was like linku stop it, i;m going to drop you right here if you utter another word. I didnt get why she was upset at me, but i knew in her heart she was glad i gave those silly guys a piece of my mind.

Can we go back there. All this beautiful stories just went on rolling in my head, just beacuse the breeze was so fragrant. I miss...

On my Playlist now ya rabba...kailash kher.

My dolly blog, i wish you were a real person, i'd ask you for ur stories too.

Cute stuff

Nothing like a little connecting the dots and put a msg across. Imagine if a guy needs to propose, i think this will be a cute idea. hmm...

totally dig the jacket, also i think Kim Kardashian is a total hottie, with a capital H.

In Target: Cheap And Chic

Love the Sabayachi saree of priyamani, now that is so proper.

In Sabyasachi

For the love of god, i cant find my black shoes, and where the hell are my shades. I'll probably splurge on a pair of prada shades ; ) no wait i think i like the Ray ban better.

Me think, me likey thier tee's. Even the kiddo ones are so cute. Ok, if priya was here i know what she'd say! Cant wait to get back.

SOS please someone rescue me.

Watched kites last night...i liked it, Vamsi didnt, but then i'm a sucker for romantic movies, sucker for dance moves. "Dil kyun ye mera shor kare"

right about now, i feel like a ipod ad, like you are walking quietly but your shadow is doing a complete different dance to a different tune. I'm walking, wandering, but my life within is doing it's own thing. It's own dance, the knot keeps coming and this time it feels like a tight squeeze of my heart, my throat. A sensation in my chest that is fast evaporating and yet still damp wet.

I'm so childish, i'm so grown up, i'm so mature and yet i'm beyond my zidd. How do you balance it all, how does anyone deal with someone like me????

Just got off watching this show, this guy says...you know you are in love, when you can share utter silence with that one person, when you WANT TO share that silence. But then another one says follow your heart. I think it is when you know a piece of you is ....how do you say it. never mind, some other time.

Just penning all this down is making my knot unknot itself. While putting my baby's clothes in the laundry, i got a whiff of my perfume on one of his tee's, for some reason it made me smile.

How come people in different parts of the world feel and go thru different things and yet, when you strike a conversation with a stranger, it feels like you all are going thru same lanes of life. The power of life is so forceful, so captive. C'est la vie...mon amour.