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The magic of ordinary days
08 September 2009 @ 10:33 am




You know why I like to take my time when I kiss you; for that reason alone.

 

So I can draw as many of your breaths into my lungs as I can; so I can have you till my last breath, knowing that one day my last breath might very well be the last breath I stole from you to keep me alive one more second when I was kissing you gently.

 

 So you see now why its not just a kiss.

 

Its like my last breath every time I kiss.

~Amit Rai

 
 
The magic of ordinary days
19 May 2009 @ 02:47 pm
Not being such a romantic movie buff ( Ive always preferred action) there have been a few quotes that have always touched my heart, warmed my soul, and sometimes even bagged a tear.

Today I am sharing my favorite ones with you, in no random order. The most favorite one however, the top of the list.. is right at the end! 

Do share yours!


"When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part." ~Captain Corelli's Mandolin

There are only four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made of? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love." ~ Don Juan DeMarco

"Have you never met a woman who inspires you to love? Until your every sense is filled with her? You inhale her. You taste her. You see your unborn children in her eyes and know that your heart has at last found a home. Your life begins with her, and without her it must surely end." ~Don Juan DeMarco

I love that you get cold when it's seventy degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes, and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night." ~ When Harry met Sally

"Maria. I just met a girl named Maria, and suddenly that name will never be the same to me. Maria. I just kissed a girl named Maria, and suddenly I've found how wonderful a sound can be. Maria. Say it loud and there's music playing. Say it soft and it's almost like praying. Maria. I'll never stop saying Maria." ~ West Side Story

"Look. I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But, I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me" ~ The Runaway Bride
 

 



 

 
 
 
The magic of ordinary days
05 May 2009 @ 09:44 am



Being someone who has a disability myself, I have always believed in the power of light. A simple wick, put into an earthen diya, with clarified butter... can distill even the most darkest of times, and fill one with hope, power and joy. The rays of light slicing through the dark often brings back the happiest of times.

Then again, I have always lived myself with hope and optimism. Oh, and I am in love with the dark, as much as with light.

I rather like the feeling of being able to radiate joy and happiness into someone's life. Makes me feel like my very skin is illuminated.
 
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Fear, they say, should be the only thing that should be feared. I suggest spiders should be added. How are all of you doing? Drop me a line!
 
 
The magic of ordinary days
16 April 2009 @ 11:18 am

Every thought of his, a prayer goes out to the Lord.

Every touch of his, a sudden rush of color and warmth fills me up within.

Every memory of his, and I start to resemble the Chesire Cat.

Little details now matter when it comes to simple every day dressing up.

Every pore in me wants to be with him. Every heartbeat calls out his name.



Even the universe seems to conspire in getting us together.




Kitni Shiddat se tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai Ki
Har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai


And I pray... for this to last... for him.. forever...
 
 
 
 
The magic of ordinary days
15 April 2009 @ 03:15 pm

Aayega woh is intezaar mein
Ud chala dil wahan, sapne jahan mein janu
Lagta hai woh mere kareeb hai
Aisa kyun hai magar,dhunde nazar beqabu

Hosh gul sapno ki mein bandhu pul
Aankh kab khuli
Khabar nahi....


I know he will come...My heart is a flutter with dreams, while waiting for him.
I feel like he is so close, but why do I still search for him.
Senseless, I paint castles in the sky



I  dream with open eyes.....




 
 
 
Current Music: Dostana OST- Khabar Nahi
 
 
 
The magic of ordinary days
12 April 2009 @ 10:35 am
He makes me look forward to the weekends.. for he fills them with interesting, amusing  and intelligent conversations. We can lie on our backs and watch the world go by.. realising one dream at a time. With him, it feels different, everything looks different.  

Come Sunday morning, and I breeze through work.. often with a smile. Im filled with super enthusiam, and positivity.

Through the week, Im often caught smiling to myself. And then weekend comes.

It feels right, oh so right. It seems like he is the one Ive been waiting for.

I pray this lasts...forever.
 
 
 
The magic of ordinary days
25 March 2009 @ 02:43 pm

What is this silence?
I have no clue.
Is it just silence in my mind, or people are not talking?
Is the silence my imagination or is it real?

For now all is hidden.
Every direction has quit.
Every second is speechless.
Thoughts are silent.
Words are silent.
Every line is silent.

There was sound, crystal clear... from the cracking of ice to the roar of engines, every sound was picked up in perfect cacophony. Now I stand, straining to hear even the beats of my heart. The balance of sound between both my ears have failed, with me being able to hear only from the right. 

But my sense of catching vibrations has heightened.

Silence? Who?

 
 
The magic of ordinary days
17 March 2009 @ 07:02 pm


I have always believed that I have a dancers soul. So much so, that it often reflects in my sense of dressing, the way I go about my everyday chores, even my handwriting( yes words do seem to dance of the page).

Music is something that is constantly in my head. There is always the old creaking of a gramophone, the constant whirring of a record, and the blare of pure melody through the trumpet. Of course this little record player in my head comes with a 12 cd changer. I flip through music with such speed, it often surprises me.

But what surprises me the most is not the way I can change music. It is the way I change how I picture a dance to go with the song of the moment. From slow, romantic tunes to hard beating dance songs, there is always a never ending blur of choreography whizzing along the alleys of my mind. Each step, like a silken ribbon falling out of nowhere, but in perfect harmony to the music.

Yes, dance is my passion. After all I have a dancers soul.

I leave you with a photo taken mid-way through a recent performance. The two wonderful young ladies are my sisters (one in red is the real one- Disha, the other in black, my first cousin, Sonam)

It is always, always a pleasure performing with these two. They share my soul after all.





 

 
 
 
The magic of ordinary days
10 March 2009 @ 09:18 am

Its rather interesting when one spends countless hours working on photos- editing, re-editing; mixing this with that; cropping to see whats best.

I started doing some LJ- Icons- mostly of photos which interested me.  Not my best work, but many inspired by India. A few of film personalities from Asia. Feedback as always is appreciated. Oh! and you will find some of these on my journal banner.

Of course you can borrow, just let me know which one you have taken and credit!


Behold...Collapse )
 
 
The magic of ordinary days
04 March 2009 @ 11:44 am
"I love you," she whispered, feeling the warmth of him around her.

"You are my life," he replied, his perfumed breath upon her.


It was that simple really. Or was it?