F.L.A.S.K

I am convinced. What I thought it would stand for is what it really means. Not that your family heirloom isn’t sweet enough. It is a conviction that if you knew what I had in mind, I am sure you wouldn’t think much about the other. Full of Love And Sweet Kisses vis a vis For Love ASK. Let me know …

An Umbrella for an Excuse …

I was standing there, watching the huge drops of rain racing down from up above the sky. It was dark and you could even hear the noise of the water falling and flowing. I stretched my hands out, just to wet my hands and then suddenly withdrew. I was dressed in my suit and didn’t want to get wet. The tiny droplets in the wind didn’t spare me. How I wish I had an umbrella.

None of them had, you know the once that were standing beside me. It had come all of a sudden and here we were all stuck. Suddenly I wanted an umbrella. Not just an umbrella, but the moment. I would have this long, huge grandfather like one in violet colour. I would then come up to you and ask, shall I. hesitantly you would node your head, and we would step in.

It is always better that the person holding it put the other hand around the person. No, It kind of protects the other person from being pushed out of our little roof. However large your umbrella is two people tend to go in different directions. I can always feel the warmth that you exuberate. Here we have two souls moving in unison step by step, trusting each other and taking care of each other…

Melt

I wish I could melt away in your love … sometimes I feel I don’t love you enough, that sometimes is when I believe you love me more than anything else in life … I feel guilty for not accepting your love … I wish I could just forget my mind ..

Just as you say “oninum alladey, orunal nam endinu verudey onnu chernu”

lying on my bed ...

I am lying on my bed. The whole of my body tucked under the quilt. I am still feeling cold. I feel my head splitting into bits. I have a damp piece of cloth on my forehead. I am still perspiring. I can feel the sweat all over my body. What would one think of in these circumstances?

I remembered my Amma. She would always be around, checking the temperature with her bare hands. She would put the damp piece of cloth on my forehead. To raise me up to give me that warm drink and food, the tablets. Speaking to me whenever I was awake, more to give me company than to speak with me.

Did you have someone else in mind? Did you imagine your father or was it your better half or your beloved? What if I don’t have any of them close by? Whom should I think of? What should I think of? Should I think of ….

Its “A” that really counts …

Will a word from you make someone happy?
Will your voice brighten up someone else’s day?
Will your smile make someone smile?

Have you got anything to lose?
What are you waiting for?

Someone is waiting to hear from you, to change themselves …