Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I love that glow-y high you get when you meet someone new and feel that instant connection. Non-stop baatein, paglon ki tarah hansna, chawliyaan maarna, just generally being FRANDSHEEPS, ya know? Happy sigh.
It was kinda like that with Een…
…Nah. Een to choori hai, choori. Gandi choori.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Could I be more clear?
ME. MY BLAAG.
Argh. No, I'm not that starved for attention. It just really irritates me when people comment on anything BUT what I wrote.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
She sat at the kitchen table, her chin cupped in her hands, staring out at the tiny patch of grass and flowers and weeds she called ‘her garden’. Her eyes had a soft, liquid, dreamy look about them. She sighed a little, smiled a little. He perched on the edge of her chair, not an easy task, and slid his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“What are you thinking?” He whispered, his lips close to her ear, so she could feel his warm breath.
She smiled wistfully and leaning back, rested her head on his shoulder.
“You know what I’d love to do right now?” Her speech was slow, languid, dreamy, drifting.
“I want to have a bigger garden, where I’d spread out a sweet-smelling blanket, and lie down on it with you. We’d have sunlight falling over ourselves, highlighting us – you and me. I’d trace your eyelashes with the tip of my finger; trail my fingers through your hair, over your face, memorizing each feature by touch. I’d talk to you about everything and nothing and everything else. I’d rest my forehead on yours and smile at you, look at your eyes and mouth smiling back at me, full of love. For me. Me. I’d love you forever and ever and ever until you were me and I was you and my whole world would be a burnished glow of gold.”
Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
|You Are High Heeled Boots|
You are a naturally talented flirt. You make everyone feel fascinating and attractive.
You have a wild streak. You like to have fun, and your idea of fun is pretty outrageous.
You dare to be yourself and life courageously. People respect you for it.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
I want to get into G.C.U
And while you're at it, God, could you please add a few inches to my height since my teachers can't seem to find me in class?
Although, I'm NOT that tiny. Really, I'm not. Not THAT tiny. 5 feet is NOT THAT TINY DAMMIT.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I WANT TO SLEEP.
Its only two hours till sehri.
And then another hour and I have to get up for uni. Which I do not want to go to. Cause I told a teacher today that I rarely take days off and she can rely on me for whatever.
I hate being responsible and reliable at times like these, WHEN I CAN'T SLEEP AND SO WANT TO AND... Blekh.
Sigh. But we all know I'll go, anyway.
Aj phir roti walay chips khaye ITNAY MAZAY KE THAY.
Een, you realize, you and I talked for over 3 hours today? Too much louve <3
And blogged about each other, too. Haye.
So Imma go try again. Night, y'all.
P.S. I don't make much sense, do I.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Your new blog title reminds of Miley Cyrus's song
The other side, the other side, the other side of me
Hannah Montana ka
LEMME CHANGE IT.
I LOVE IT