Monday, February 8, 2016

Scarred for life!

I messaged,
You didn't reply.
I called,
You didn't recieve.
I called again,
It was busy.
I messaged, you never replied.
I saw you online!
All I wanted to say was I loved you.
Wanted to thank you for the beautiful evening.
You said I was spying.... and a scar appeared.

I dressed up,
You ignored.
I asked for a compliment.
I remembered you tell her, blue is your best color.
All I wanted to show was I had dressed up for you!
You said I was over-expecting.... and a scar appeared.

My scars made me who I am!!
We went on a holiday.
You left me alone to spend time with her.
I let go and planned an evening together.
You couldn't say no to her.... and a scar appeared.

I was emotional and cried like a baby,
You gave me a cold shoulder.
I saw you console her.
You said you wanted me to be strong... and a scar appeared.

I told you to choose me over her,
She said the same.
You dropped that lone tear...
I couldn't see you cry..
I let go.. you stayed with her!
And a scar appeared.

You were drunk.
I was dancing.
You got angry, I didn't know!
It was evident that I didn't understand you.
You knew, I knew.
You hit me... and a scar appeared.

Scarred for life!
Stronger but better!

Thursday, February 4, 2016

What do you do when!

What do you do when you do not know what to blog about? Open your reader, using Feedly now, think about how much you loved Google reader and why the hell was it discontinued, read a lot of articles and forget that you were supposed to pick up ideas to brag about on your blog, move on to some related links, DIY's, jot down some recipes, YouTube for some awesome cake videos, search for fondant recipes and get frustrated as to where should you go to buy glycerin and gelatin and light corn syrup, browse through a trillion sites and find nothing useful, google items with an "in India" suffix, browse through some cute dog and cat gif's , call up/ping the husband and tell how much you want to buy a puppy then move on to tattoos, think of which one you want and where, call/ping the hubby again to tell him how much you'd want a tattoo while he repeats why it isn't really good for your health, move on to baking and search for bake ware, drool on the items found, shortlist and add them to the ever increasing wish list, come back to reality realizing you have spent almost half the day without work and have still am topic less for a blog post... phew
What do you do then?
Simple, write a stupid post like the one I just wrote and make it a point to write a complete sentence so that it is short enough so that somebody reads it... what motivates you to write peepz...? Help me, will you?? 

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

The story of her,her and her!

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She opened her cupboard and coyly moved the streak of her behind her ear. The hair cut made her look better and of course she was glowing thinking of the date the next day. She took out the pretty white maxi, she had kept for the special moments. Maxi check, earrings check, foot wear check and necklace with the pretty red stud check… everything was in place. Painting her nails a bright red, she glanced at the mirror, happily! Mid way through her sleep she woke up with cramps. This couldn’t be right, she wasn’t expecting her periods till next week… but here they were! The pain was too much and no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t sleep. Another plan cancelled!! How much she wished she didn’t have these troublesome and painful periods! If only!
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She couldn’t believe it! This month too she has missed her period and her pregnancy kit still showed negative. They had been trying for months now to have a baby, but in vain. Medicines, injections, follicle study – nothing helped! He comforted her, took her in his arms and told her not to worry! When the time will be right, it will all fall in place. As the tears silently flowed, she knew how much they craved for a baby! If only!
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           The bell rang breaking her sleep. As she rushed to open the door, she cursed under her breath stepping on a lego. What kinda life is this! Seriously… I just slept! She felt like a robot, get up, wash, bathe the baby, cook, work… the day just ends. She craved for his touch, to spend some quality time with him. Papa and mumma had taken over darling, honey and sweetheart. Where were those candle-lit dinners and aromatic candles… the baby sure made them happy, but they craved for that much needed times together... But she couldn’t just leave the baby with any other family member. Even a bathroom trip which left the baby crying made her feel guilty. If only she knew how to handle this better. If only!

Monday, February 1, 2016

The one where I cooked and baked!

If you know me... then you'd know how much I love eating... Yes, I know I also constantly talk about the kilos and inches.. but then food is love, food is life!
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When I first tasted hummus with pita bread at the Irish House, I loved it.... I tried at a couple of more places, but sometimes the bread was too thick or the hummus was too bland! So then what better than a DIY!!! Saturday morning, I wore my chef hat and got down to mixing the dry yeast to bake some bread.. made some pita and some brown bread! The only thing I didn't like was the yeast smell... any pointers on how to not let the yeast smell interfere... I hated it and the hubby and BIL did not want to even try! But the pita breads came out to be really soft and tasty when baked... and the brown bread was good too! I added some oregano to the brown bread and the baked oregano bread smelled divine!!

The hummus required tahini, so I used the alternate recipe of switching it with roasted sesame seeds powder. Although, I followed the recipe, the smell of the powder overpowered everything else.. I had to soak-and-boil-and-grind some more chickpeas to balance it out... So lesson learnt, add less sesame seed powder! But the end product was good... I enjoyed some tasty hummus and pita bread. And I baked some awesome brown bread from the left over dough!

The pita bread was over before I clicked a pic, so here's a pic of the hummus and brown bread!! Happy munching!

Moments to cherish!

 When Veer was really little and wanted to nap he would climb in my lap and hold onto my neck. In a sitting position and holding me tight, h...