Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

hmn..i thought id give a shot at this note writing thing..so excuse me if its very crappy. xD
you stare at th mirror.
tell me what you see?
take a look at that exhausted face. the puffy dark-circled eyes. theyr yours.
hmn..it looks like your tired. but of what?
maybe thats the result of all those late phone calls..th late nights..th very early mornings..? maybe..
but id say you look more tired than anything. tired and sick. sick of everything.
hah! you think just by running to your friend is going to solve anything? baby, which dream world are you caught up in?
really, im sure its easier there than it is here.
you think that by crying and complaining that no one leaves you alone..no one understands you..no ones on your side..? well sunshine, open your godamn eyes, wipe away those salty tear- cos ITS. ALL. YOUR. FAULT.
don't run away.. don't bother hiding in your room.. don't hide behind your music turned way up high.
face the result of your actions cos we all gotta go through it. shit happens, to everyone. its just when it hits you, obviously you feel it the most and think the wolrds running behind you.
or maybe its you who thinks its running behind you when in fact thwe world`s moved on. its you whos stuck on step one.
now cheer up. its not all that bad..
"put on the mask you wear to meet the faces you meet"
paste on that fake smile you learnt way back then.. play your part, cos the worlds a stage. its upto you if you wish to follow your lines or not.
now qiut staring at the mirror..
no point in hoping some miracle will happen. its your reality, its yours to face. no one else`s.
i am you..im your reality check honey. or would you have preferred a map that came with directions. id give myself a slap on the face if i were you. oh wait, i am.

Raindrops keep falling on my head..

I walked down the street, muttering under my breath curses that my mother would be appalled to hear come out of my mouth. Four rupees in my pocket, not enough for a taxi ride back home. The sky was darkening quickly though it was only four in the afternoon. That could only mean one thing, it was about to rain. I quickened my pace only slightly but i still would not reach home in time to escape the storm looming ahead. An hours walk it would, long and boring, and very tiresome. But it was my fault for allowing him to take me all the way to god-knows-where only to get into an argument resulting in him riding off with his bike whilst leaving me there stranded. only then had i remembered that id forgotten to bring my purse.

One drop fell on my nose and i knew running would be a lost cause. in the blink of an eye, the rain came down faster and heavier. It was enough to instantly drench me. People began to run for shelter in all directions. Some had been smart enough to carry an umbrella, some ran for cover into their houses, some into the shops. I observed what was happening around me to distract me a little. I wondered how in gods name would a plastic bag protect someone from the rain as i watched the cycle-wallas ride around with the plastic bags on their heads. I looked up at the beautiful peepal tree and managed to spot some birds huddled up together to keep themselves warmer. My heart couldn't help melting as i watched how mothers tenderly made sure their children were under the umbrella or dressed in a raincoat while they themselves were drenched. I breathed in the smell of earth and damp grass, i really don't know what smell it is but its that certain smell that can be smelt after the rain. Yes, that smell. I took in the smell and the sudden change in the scenery where all the had-been-dusty leaves had magically transformed into beautiful, fresh, wet and very green leaves.

Behind me, i heard the roar of a motorbike. It came to a stop behind me and someone called my name. i turned around to look at his face. He said he was sorry for acting like that. He looked as if he meant it. I just smiled and took his hand. I wasn't angry anymore. We left the motor cycle by a tree and walked down the newly cleaned streets, hand in hand.

From my old blog..

WEDNESDAY, MAY 27, 2009

the idea, somewhat ridiculous.
my mother laughed.
but we insisted.
out came the cake-mixes,
the bowl and the butter,
oil and the flour,
wooden spoon and aprons.
just to make it all real.
we mixed the batter,
cracked the eggs on the side.
hers landed on the table,
but mine neatly inside.
furiously mixing the ingridients,
turning the spoon round.
a cyclone, a whirlwind,
till one of us got tired,
the next took over.
my mother watched silently,
trying not to laugh.
mixing two different cake mixes,
tried something different.
ran every 5 minutes to check on the stove.
excited like we were when we were six,
playing with our barbies on the floor,
using shoes as their transport.
best-friends, we had been,
from years ago,
lost each other in the middle.
different lives we lead now,
but still manage to hold on.
the cake was done.
*tring*
went the timer,
eager to taste it.
the awesomest cake of all