Specks of Delight

I know for a fact that while I rummage through my days with a frown,

I also need to beam with joy for no particular reason.

I am aware that the turns thrown at me by life are varied and unpredictable

But sometimes being unaware of sadness is ecstasy enough.

Things will change, it's inevitable.

So even though this is an uneven process, let me smile.

For if life cannot sparkle some laughs across my way,

I shall create my own,

My own,

Specks of Delight.

An attempt for the winged eye liner

(Top - Zara, Jacket - Cotton World, Pants - Colaba Causeway, Bangles - Assorted, Necklace- Colaba Causeway, Shoes- Bliss)

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Fiction Series - Story Five

I sat atop the hill,waiting. For you.
I knew there was something definite about your promise with the intensity with which you described your future with me, beginning from this hill whilst escaping it. It had been five hours and counting. When you told me you'd be here in less than five minutes. And I still lay here on this prickly grass and the wind gave me all its summer warmth with each passing blow. The sky turned into its pinkish hue giving out the indication of the setting sun right before my eyes, a good enough reason for me to get up and walk back home to where I belong but you said that I didn't belong there, I belonged only in your arms exactly where I was ought to reside. I kept my mind from wandering but it did nothing else but that.

I thought of the possibilities, the promises, your impish face, the warmth when I embraced you, your smile that undoubtedly brought a smile onto my face as well. I thought of our fingers, intertwined. I thought of nothing but you. I thought of you lifting me away from this hilly terrain, into the wild and out into the new city where you always said we'd spend our lives. I thought of you walking towards me any moment and turning my dreams into reality, with you. Far away, into our own sweet space. But there was nothing except the ruffling leaves beside me.

There was no you. There was no lifting away. There was no taking away.

I couldn't even curse myself for having entertained these thoughts when you were the one who had rightly planted the seed for these and yet I couldn't loathe you for that. I was sick of being my own savior, sick of believing false promises and moreover sick of my frail heart.
If only I hadn't trusted you. For this escape. I lifted myself and my bags and quickly thought of an excuse I'd tell my parents for coming home this late.

I turned back and when my eyes flicked from bottom to top, I knew it was you. Oh dear you. Yes reader, I may have led you to imagine something entirely the opposite but I can't blame you, those hasty  thoughts was all I could think of. Now, it didn't matter reader. 
You had come, late but not forgotten. I breathed a heavy sigh and you quickly came near me and gently caressed me, with each kiss and each touch I felt my rush of agony dissolve. I didn't want to know why you were eternally late, you had come. 

You had come.
My heart and soul, at peace. With you.
You.
And you fulfilled your promise.
The escape.

BlindFold.

< As you all know my exciting BMM (Mass Media) course has begun, with that keeping me occupied I haven't had much time to blog and after this post I promise you an outfit post for college wear.

Anyway continuing, what inspired me to come up with this post was the topic given to us by our professor. The topic being 'Barriers in Communication', and so I used the concept of being blind, here I presented it in an emotional way where the concept still applies. The barriers felt in a blind person's life, however there's always a silver lining, read on >

It's darkness.

Darkness to the extent where I possibly can't see the bright sunlight seeping in through my windows but I sure can hear the sweet chirping of the birds.

Darkness to the extent where I can't see the laughter and cries on my loved ones faces but I  sure can feel the intensity of their laughter and cries, thudding in my heart as well.

Darkness to the extent where I can't see the lush greenery that surrounds me but I  sure can feel the soft breeze through my face.

Darkness to the extent where I end up choosing my friends not on their looks but nature. Their presence assures me, for long.


Darkness to the extent where I can't see the person right next to me holding my hand, helping me cross but I sure can feel immense rush of gratitude, that being the best feeling ever.


Darkness to the extent where the day and night don't matter but the memories made do.


Darkness to the extent where I can't  judge the novel I am reading by its cover but I sure can enunciate each word in my head, feeling it all.


Darkness to the extent where I don't fear the night anymore because it's this night that soothes my anxieties, I've learned to make peace with fear.


Darkness to the extent where there really isn't any darkness for me because once I make the best out of worse a tinkling feeling is felt, liberation.




This darkness hasn't taught me to live in the dark.
The light created around this darkness, guides and enlightens me.
You could call it my dark happy shield.
And you thought your life was filled with endless problems? Try the blindfold, you won't be the same again.
I bloom with the light in my dark space with pure happiness, I cry when I am sad and I laugh when I am happy because life really is that simple.