now this is one of my Gtalks... (girlie talks...) so can't help if it if guys find this one a total crap!!!

 jactitation???.....i agree, the title of the post may sound very nacissistic..... but that's the truth, i  love my hair ...

and trust me i've got thousands of reasons to that....

it may not the have best cut in the town

it may not have the 'in' colors on it

it's not sleek straight

neither it has those lustrous curls....
but i still love it....
i love it when it's wet, and those tiny drops like fresh dew fall over my shoulders.

i love it when it's moist and leaves that beautiful fragrance around it.

i love it when it get dried slowly by the sun and the locks get interlocked, making me look like a complete mess.
i love it when it's spread on the pillow like a silky sheet and the satin feel that my hands get when i touch it.

i love to play with those locks while day dreamin or thinking deep.

i love the minor distractions it causes by falling on my eyes, when i'm busy working.

i love the confidence it gives me when i style it afresh.

i love the way it gets soaked in rain

i love the way it abosrbs the sun in winters

i love the way it gets ruffled by the autumn breeze and the soft sound it makes

i simply love it for the way it makes me look and feel..... :)

desires...

i've lately come to realize that, the only way to get the thing you really want is, to want it very badly!!!

solace

Last winter.........

it's winter again.... brazen trees.... foggy mornings..... curbed days..... chilled nights...... but still, while at home winters are always cozy and comfy.... heating system and warm bed.... warm socks and hot soups.....sizzling meals and hot chocolate...... but still i'm hostel-sick !

yeah, i mean everybody gets homesick at some or the other point of time, but only few get hostel-sick, few like me ( after being in hostel for last six years, i think i've all the rights to feel that way sometimes ), and it's  the winter this time which is reactivating this latent feeling......

i miss the joy of being in room no.72, yes the same room on the top floor of the hostel which had a poster of Santa with a bag full of gift,on the door,wishing everyone a happy holiday season...

i miss the sun that used to peep in through my window n wake me up on sunny winter mornings...

i miss the view offered by my window, a tree with green clouds hanging above it, standing in the football cum cricket ground which always had a commotion on sunny winter days.....

i miss that sloping roof without any fence, which used to be full of girls hanging on edges with their cell phones even on freezing nights, and for me, from up there the moon seemed so near by.....

i miss those foggy winter mornings when fog was an excuse good enough to bunk the work....

i miss having unending chats and innumerable cups of tea in the dhaba....

i miss sitting on that bench outside the dhaba and popping peanuts with friends....

i miss those juicy gossips which used to travel at a speed faster than light ....

i miss the taste of those horribly cooked meals which everyone would tag wonderful just to keep me happy and trying....

i miss those midnight maggi and late night romantic comedies while all snuggled up on bed ....

i miss the late saturday mornings and sat-special masala dosa for breakfast, and those mouth-watering jalebis on some lucky mornings.....

i miss those back-breaking rides on rickety rickshaws....

i miss those long lazy afternoon walks on that dusty road with dear friends....

i miss the warmth which a home away from home had given me......

i so very much miss the last winter.....

if i had a time machine, i wouldn't mind going back to the life which was so carefree and gay.... but now the place has changed, people too and so has life, but the memories are still fresh and it won't ever change, may be with time it'll fade a little but will always be cherished upon.....
undoubtedly one of the best times of my life.......last winter.

the taste of cigarette....

the balcony had a dim yellow light coming from the dimly lighten room, at a good distance up above in the sky was the crescent moon with a single star in it's vicinty, looking down at both of them. november night was chilling and windy enough to ruffle her shoulder length mane, as she stood there in her oversized pulover and pajamas. he was stading just next to her, but in a posture as if he alone existed in the world and there was no one else by his side, the only thing giving an indication that he was aware of her presence was,his deliberate effort to blow the smoke of his cigarette on the side opposite to where she was standing. both of them stood silently. together yet apart, lost in their own worlds. the only thing making him aware of her presence by his side was the soft smell of freshly washed hair, which was still moist. for her the smell was a li'l stronger one, nicotine was the flavour for her, and wondering by herself, she asked "how does it taste?", he gave her a queer look, and something caught his attention, her face looked pale in that dim yellow light but it was her eyes that were encapturing, her eyes were as dark as the color of her hair, her curled lashes formed a beautiful shadow over the apple of her cheeks, his mind subconsciously wondered, whether it was really the first time when he was noticing this. "how does it taste?", she asked again, he smiled , in very his way ( a slight lift of only the left corner of the lips, was his way), and brought his fag holding fingers near her lips and said "here have one by yourself, you would come to know", she simply turned her face to other side and he gave a soft teasing laugh......"not meant for soft ones like you" he said, and suddenly found her turning towards him, bringing herself very close to him, she said "i've got a better way to taste it" and before he could breath in, her lips were on his............. his hand dropped the burning butt, his footwear stamping and extinguishing it, and his hands finally getting into the thick matt of her hair.... it felt as if ages passed before they broke free, and all they could do after breaking free was, give a nervous laugh to each other. finally he broke the silence,"was that our first kiss?", she looked at him quizzically "nay, it was just my first taste of a cigarrete",she said with a teasing smile.