geetanjali

where the mind is without fear and the head is held high

where knowledge is free

where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection

where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit

into that heaven of freedom my father

let my country awake

the deepest secret

this is the deepest secret nobody knows

it is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

it the sky of the sky of a tree called life

which grows deeper than the heart can hold or the mind can hide

and this is the secret which is keeping the stars apart

i think i carry your heart and i think i carry it in my heart.

the most wonderful of all things in life

the most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty, meaning and love. It cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is sort of a divine incident and the most wonderful of all things in life.

cute little exciting things sometime touch the heart

weird they sometimes are

cranky they also are

stupid and silly you can call them

but i like them

because they make me feel light

because they tell me time and again

life is after all life

everything can be bright

all you need is that sight

start-up

few people call me the 21st century woman

i try and work hard for 5 days a week

get time to love my family in the other 2 days

try multi-tasking all the time and fail most of the times

apricot scrub in one hand, jimmy on the other, my head tilted towards the right trying

to catch up with an old school friend

post-it notes and time management techniques are a parcel of my life

8-am breakfast, 1 and 8 pm lunch and dinner all happen by default

the dreams are pretty much regular

mostly what i see is black screens with white codes

hear alien languages where i try to scream but no voice comes out

gone are the days when i felt a lot like love

today even love making has become a normal chore

but sometimes when i wake up from the sweaty dreams

and look by my side, i find him sleeping

gearing himself up to adjust to the next project site

and then when i open my old green and pink diary

kiddish yet beautiful handwriting shows up

so many smileys and asterisks on all the sides

that is when i ask myself

did i work all hard to achieve this

i m not very sure. but i think

i should start up