*~I heart Mumbai~*

There’s music everywhere here - not only in the night clubs, the malls, even in the autos. There’s music in the sea waves. There’s music in the mumbaiyaas rushing over to I don’t know where. There’s music in the traffic jams. There’s music in the struggle of people trying to secure a seat in a local train. There’s music in the small-talks of the over-dressed beach goers. There’s music in the rain that falls on your car’s windshields. There’s music everywhere. Even if you are alone here, you won’t feel so.

This city is sinking, but it doesn’t stop expanding. I fall in love with it every time I visit it. More when it rains here. It did today. : ) While Baroda continues to be an aman ka shaher, Mumbai’s meri jaan. It never ceases to amaze me, I just lovvve it. I think so does everyone!

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“Noooo…. I think you’re mistaken…. I have malaria… It’s just malaria… they’ll discharge me in 2 days… I should be back home by weekend…” she squeaked.
“Well, I don’t know who told you that and why, but I am sure it will be more than 2 days.” he said.
“Don’t scare me more please! I already am so very scared. It’s not like I am not a phobic idiot. I don’t go running around like a madcap at the sight of a lizard, I don’t faint when I see blood… but I don’t know… I’m feeling very scared right now.” her voice became soft suddenly.
“I know exactly how you’re feeling. You must be biting your lower lip. You do that when you’re attempting to NOT cry. But relax. You’ll be fine. I mean, that is why they’re admitting you in the hospital.”
“Yeah but why do they have to keep me there for so long? Why can’t I come back home in 2 days? I think I can, that’s what my dad told me. I am going to be home in not more than 2 days come what may.” she was really adamant about it.
“Your dad must have told you that it make it easier for you.” he swallowed.
“Oh! And you choose NOT to do that?’ she asked wryly.
“Do you want me to hide realities from you and show you a sugar-coated world?” the huskiness in his voice was very prominent as he said that. She loved it.
“No! But you know… like I said, I‘m very scared… the syringes, the hospital… and how it smells… all that makes me uneasy…” she was whispering by the time she finished saying it. She could barely talk.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you… when they’re pricking needles in you, when you shut your eyes tightly while you swallow your pills, when you’re unable to sleep …. I’ll there… although not physically, but I’ll still be right there… with you. Just like a week more and you‘ll be alright. You don’t need to be scared of anything. ” his voice was low, full of emotions.
“Yeah, I don’t need anything after what you just said. I am alright already. I’m perfectly alright." she meant it, direct dil se.
“Now that’s like a good girl!”
“You sound your age when you that’s-like-a-good-girl me. Do you realize some people refer to your age as ‘middle age’?” she loved teasing him.
She heard him clear his throat. And then he smiled at that. She knew he did. And when he smiles, she feels bold enough to face anything. Even injections! He’s her BESTEST friend! : )

Another Diana Moment

They told him don’t you ever come around here...

Don’t wanna see your face, you better disappear...

The fire’s in their eyes and their words are really clear...

So beat it, just beat it!

Rest In Peace, MJ!

*~We're What We Eat~*

“What???? Idli?!?!?” he asked.

“Yeah… You’re an Idli… You’re so insipid… just like an Idli…” It thrills her when she knocks him for six.

“So you don’t like me?”

“Erm… no… You’re a Sarvana Bhavan ka Idli… I like Sarvana Bhavan ka Idlis..” she twisted the argument to suit her.

“Ok… I still am an Idli…” he said in a that-doesn’t-make-it-better tone.

“Ok then you’re a Masala Dosa… No actually you’re a plain Dosa…” she hoped that’d make it better.

“But you prefer Masala Dosa to plain Dosa. So are you saying that you don’t like me enough?” *~Men are so hard to please!~*

“Ummmm…no. Okay… you are neither a Masala Dosa nor a plain Dosa. You are Chutney! You go with everything… you kind of complete everything.” she was trying so hard.

“Chutney completes everything, yes, but it isn’t complete in itself.”

“Oh no I like eating plain coconut chutney.”

“Okayyy thanks… but I somehow wish you thought I’m Pani Puri….” told ya, men are so hard to please!


Sadly, she didn't think so. He isn't anything close to Pani Puris. He’s just not spicy. If anything, he is the roz ka dal-chawal - uninteresting. & common! Yet important. Not very spicy; very mild & contenting though. You may not always like him, but you can’t do without him. He’s something like a Vanilla Ice Cream. You want to fall back on it when you’ve had too much of other things. He’s something you miss when you’re sick of having cheese Pizzas or when you can’t stand another helping of Pasta or when you feel guilty for chomping all those salty French Fries. He’s something that would never harm you - no artificial flavors, no added preservatives. 100% REAL! Nothing like him.

Most importantly, he’s something your mom would want you to have! : )

What more do you want? Like really!

My 22nd :)

YAY! I am gonna bask in all of the attention ;)

I wished this on my birthday candles last night - I want it to rain in Baroda today… *~World Peace? Who‘re kidding?~*
It’s just 8 in the morning and I am overwhelmed with Birthday greetings already… Thank You so much people! : ) Thanks for all your wishes. Thanks for bothering to read all my inane and erm… not-so-inane blogposts and for all your comments and emails.

Hope ya all have a lovely Tuesday today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME : ) I’ll write more about it later… XOXO