My invisible soul mate

Sometimes life doesn't give you second chance to amend your decisions . Sometimes right decision seems the worst judgement . Sometimes selfless love seems quite a wrong approach and sometimes a smile revives you more than a chapter of laughter .

Yes I have been living with this invisible soul-mate who has shaped a painter , or a blogger or a poet out of me. I turned into a traveller so that I could tell her my adventures . I read books so that I can have her by my side ...touchingly closer to me ...over stories over nights . I could mesmerize her moves , the way she play with her hair, make her eyes big and squint on doubts ,smile when I joke, frown when I tease...its so touching , and I am so moved..I just never wanted to let her go..and hence I encapsualted her into a form that could always be with me ...no one coud see it , no one could take it ..and I can feel it . ..always holding my hands..with me ...helping me breath...with smile and joy splashed on my face ...its a moment of life and I dont wanna split with space . Its the valentines day today and I dont have any regrets for being apparently alone, nor I have any excitement , nor am I am trying to come out as date of million hotbod out there . I am just contended . Just passing the most seductive smile to very much mine , my invisible soul mate .I am calm and composed coz she likes me this way, I sing and see her giggles, I dance to make her laugh, I sleep in rabbit pose , so she could synchronize . I have to stretch my arms to make the romantic breeze in pinkish Valentine sunset pass with ease so it could make mellow on those who need . I have warmth to heed and breed ...to my invisible soul mate who is so sweet :).

Happy Valentines Day . Thanks for being there .

Thought of this very dull day ...

An excerpt of Kanika's mail today that left my thought process go a little extra mile ... Here it goes ...

"Shall I proceed then with this…kuch angrezee n all sab sahee hai naa" .............. ???
I never spoke english in my school days though I was in a strict convent school .I mean it was all english medium but among students hindi was common and conversation with teachers or seniors never happened more than one line or so . Atleast not paragraphs .

First time when I actually started conversing in english was with Cherry and u guys may well imagine meri haalat kya rehti hogi . Later I had to be on call talking in english for min of 4-5 hrs a day . I was really bad and was embarassed . Lately...chatting continued and ultimately it helped me improve . But I still had to struggle with myself to frame better/presentable/correct sentence in runtime . Lately job and all, books and movies , parties and gals , tv and blog, all has helped me be presentable .

And now when anyone way better than me(Just like Kanu) asks for a look or something/guidance/help its a feeling I simply love . makes me feel so good .But why am I putting it in blog is ...somehow am little scared too...Am I really this worth ? Or am I taking advantage of my good rapport unconciously by dragging them like my subjects ?

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