Why exactly does my heart race??

It is an underrated feeling I tell you.. To finally see someone you love the most in the world after being away for half a year. I could press rewind and play it a thousand times if I could, to just that one moment when your eyes meet.. And All the distance the pain the wait and anxiety just jumps out of the window. I thought I would be so happy to see him but turns out its not just happiness. It is smiles and tears and shivers and sweating palms and much more. . .

When I saw you today abi in that ink blue shirt walking out of gate number 2 slowly browsing through the crowd to find me, I suddenly felt my heart jump off from its seat and run out for its life like a maniac.. It started beating so fast that I thought It better calm down or I definitely will faint… In no time my palms were pink and sweaty and I didn’t know where I was… Continue reading

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Butterflies in my stomach.

I’ve been away from my blog for a little long this time. Not that I didn’t have anything to write… Life has been so eventful. But I couldn’t find words to describe some overwhelming experiences. Like the birth of a baby in the family or certain life changing decision or failing in an exam for which I worked hard for a year. Bitter sweet all at once.
But amidst all this my rock solid support was right there standing next to me helping me walk the twists and turns.. On the way I had so many beautiful memories too which I wanted to write about.. but then again I took time to finally gain back senses…
Anyways but… Why I have BUTTERFLIES in my stomach is another point…
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**MEMORY 9**

The first day went by Quite too fast… It was morning 8 one moment, and before I could blink, 8 at night… Why does time have to run so fast now and literally crawl when I wait for him… ūüė¶ ¬†Anyway, This memory is about the second day¬†of his visit.. We had finished doing all the important stuff he wanted to do… like meeting people and buying things¬†and some other random stuff… so now we had a full day to spend. So we go out with our friends Poonia and Khushbu for lunch.. So we hop on a ride and reach our¬†place. And while we were at the table eating and talking and catching him up with all the gossips he had missed all this time, Poonia starts his usual leg pulling with me. Continue reading

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Photos from Abi’s visit.

First day of Abi’s¬†visit went by rather fast. I took too much time to finally let the feeling sink… So In instalments I¬†would start giggling and burst into tears or hug him and make peace with my inner excitement. When he is around, I take more time to get ready. Silly! ¬†but it’s the only time I¬†feel my getting all dolled up makes sense Cause he’s around to see me.

HaHaHa…

Anyways, We went for a movie with our friends That night and these are a few pictures from that night. I know i am too late for all my blog posts. It’s been like months since his trip and i still haven’t written about it. But i will try and write more regularly now.

Love.

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Love made me a poet!

I never thought I could write a poem. But I guess love makes you a different person.. Of late, I not just enjoy poetry, but out of the blue I just picked up a pen and jotted these lines..
My first try at poetry… I’ll be sending this letter to him soon…

This Poem is about a beautiful feeling, which we enjoy the most about being and spending time together… that is waking up next to the person you love the most. And now when we’re away and he is at some remote Border location of the country, we miss it the most….

To Abi ,

With little sleepy eyes,
When I greet the sun each day.
I wake up every morning,
To find you’re still so far away..

Its not a new thing by now,
Even my eyes should have been aware.
But why does it still look around
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