“That feeling called home”

Hold on tight to that person who gives you the feeling of being at home. I got lucky and met someone just like that. I call him my best friend, someone I laugh with, show my tears to, well – you can say I am unguarded when he is around and that is my freedom. I do act beyond stupid all the time and he is crazy enough to appreciate that and love me more for all the madness. There are times when we get a little serious and talk about life and somehow he brings a funny twist to the conversation and I just wonder how he does that so easily. There are times I scream at him, am rude beyond belief and throw tantrums – he pauses for a second, looks at me, gives me a look… and cracks a joke or breaks into a dance – right in the middle of the road.

I can’t help but laugh.

I feel… God has his amazing ways. I know he is making up to me.

I know what you’re doing God. Thank you!!! When I was crying, I never asked you why. I knew it. I knew there was a reason. This is the reason…

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V and I

 

That strange feeling

You don’t fall in love one day. You keep on falling, throughout your life together, as days pass, as you grow, as you get to know each other better.

I told him I had fallen for him, a few months ago. I hardly knew him then the way I do now, neither did he. We just had a feeling that this is it. That this person is the one.

I keep saying random I love yous as I feel it.

And in March this year we got engaged.

But just a few days ago, I was doing something in the kitchen… a song playing in the background, mindlessly chopping the veggies… and I felt something strong and strange, all of a sudden. I felt I was in love. Like really, really in love. Even more than the day before.

And I realized that love does not happen one fine day. It does not even come and go; it stays. It’s a feeling that has it’s own mind, moods and days – good and bad, high and low. There is love in indifference, there is love in crankiness, there is love in anger and there is love in lust. There is love in pride, there is love in jealousy, there is love in the separation.

And I know, over the coming years, I will come across these strange feelings again and again – for him. Because I will keep getting to know him better, every day. And he will keep making me believe that I am capable of this thing called love. To love and to be loved. The crux of me.

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I love you, too.

Exchanging an I love you before hanging up the call is all good, but the ones that come mid-sentence while the other one is still talking are all heart. I love those. And I give those.

I believe, we must say it when we want to. Same goes for the hugs and kisses.

Express, just express yourself.

 

Keep doing it.

That look on their faces, the glint in the eye… when they talk about what they are passionate about.

It could be any damn thing – nothing is big or small. The thing you are passionate about is the biggest in your universe. Others may not get it, not your concern. Don`t even bother explaining it. If it’s making you any money or not, who gives a damn, it feeds your soul right… that’s all that counts.

 

• Daily Doses •

It’s not easy, dealing with the monotony. We all have our favorite ‘things to do’. It could be reading, it could be driving long distances… it could be listening to that one favorite track everyday and dancing to it, cooking, work out, shopping (whynot) .. sketching .. doodling .. singing .. photography… playing the guitar…Basically, things that you do and enjoy your own company. YOUR THINGS. YOUR TIME. YOU.

Must – never – stop – doing – what – we – love 

I have been ignoring my favorites. And you know, when you do that.. over a period of time, you start being so frikkin dull – dull to be around yourself, dull to be around others. Never lose your essence. So what’s your essence? I am noting down mine, I have quite a few. Starting tomorrow (because today is already half gone!), I am going to make sure these things are a part of my 24 hours.. most of them, if not all.

Don’t you feel 24 hours are too less, that life is too short to enjoy it to the fullest. And time just passes, while we ignore so many things that we could be doing. What’s on my mind? Wait I will show you what exactly ..

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| Source : Google Images. | Hello,  you two, this is amazing. I love it!

Oh. This is just so dreamy and something I HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO DO! I am sending this image to my fiancé right away. Well, I will not do it in the bridal outfit but definitely a month after the wedding, suuure! This is G O A L S.

Back to the daily doses. I have a few things that make me feel calmer, more in touch with myself and happier each time I do them. I will be talking about them in another post..as they keep popping up.

In no order of preference, writing is one thing that I absolutely enjoy doing. And WordPress gives me a nice platform to do that, I quite like it. I don’t have many/hardly any readers as of now, but then, it’s a blessing in disguise too because I write like no one’s reading! haha

So. I must do it, if not daily, then every second day. But considering my skyrocketing emotional levels these days – I might just park my ass here. 🙂

Ooh, I saw two lovely movies yesterday and today. Talk about them tomorrow.

Love,

Dipti

Sloshed, in love.

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Do you make a wish when you see 11:11?
I do.
Do you randomly send a “thank you” into the void?
I do.
Do you sometimes feel afraid of your happiness?
I…do, too.
Do you sing when you are alone?
Of course I do.
Did you let go of people who couldn’t stay..?
I did.
Do you wish them well..? Please do.
Do you miss them..?
No one is replaceable.
Do you feel insecure….fear attachments?
I do..
Naive, yet cynical.
Suspicious, yet gullible.
It does get a bit much at times, being human.
But for now….. all I want to do is TRUST.
Trust the answer to my 11:11 wishes.
Trust that the void has been filled with stars and flowers.
Trust I have no reason to feel afraid.
that my tuneless songs are loved..
trust the ones, who left, still love me,
trust the ones who stayed – will forever do.
Sloshed, in love.
xoxo.
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