tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237179392024-03-23T23:15:53.732+05:30A SLICE OF MY SOULTanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-62494672153469955352012-05-01T19:35:00.000+05:302012-11-18T00:47:12.566+05:30REAR VIEW MIRROR
Her eyes caught his eyes in the rear view mirror of his motorbike. She gazed into them through the mirror and asked, "you believe we are good friends, don't you?"
"Well, actually...", he smiled and said, "OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR"
&Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-10877541957295111922012-03-30T10:59:00.000+05:302012-03-30T10:59:07.282+05:30Hills don't Forget
You'll forget. Don't worry. Us humans have small brains. We
can forget easily, even the people we hold so dear to us. Just be careful about
one thing.
Hills don't forget.
&Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-43730602376265505392012-02-28T00:56:00.000+05:302012-02-28T00:56:23.926+05:30The Cursed Beauty
The smile that had melted a dozen hearts at once
The eyes that had stirred many a souls
The voice admired by thousands
The vogue envied by hundreds
All lost their intent
When neglected
By the the one she loved
Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-56195760966532764532011-10-15T01:08:00.001+05:302011-10-15T01:12:23.970+05:30
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Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-46649106834899324102011-10-05T12:02:00.000+05:302011-10-06T00:15:12.872+05:30Thank God You Weren't There
THANK GOD you weren't there....
...by helping those who were there
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[Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-44047000010955161202011-09-26T02:53:00.001+05:302011-09-26T02:54:55.774+05:30How Fair is it?
I have had discussions regarding the "discrimination on basis of skin colour in India" with a lot of people. Most of the times, the discussion ends too soon with responses like "It's not discrimination", "You are getting it all wrong" and even, "You are so negative"!
Really? Is the fact that a huge majority of people consider fair skin as beautiful and dark skin just the opposite, not Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-66351491705915125372011-08-15T00:59:00.003+05:302011-08-15T01:14:24.228+05:30HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAYThis Independence Day, there is only one thing I am repeatedly reminded of. It has got nothing to do with Independence Day; But again, it might be somehow related.
Where I used to teach a little maths, science and english to children from underprivileged families, were staying a family, husband-wife and their two daughters, who had come to Delhi from Bihar to get the girls Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-50908172044824692522011-05-14T22:00:00.009+05:302011-09-25T02:09:25.944+05:30The Sick Sad Indian Wedding
Typical Indian marriages are beautiful. They smell of henna, roses and marigolds. They are a glittery and shiny affair. But behind the scenes, they are usually fishy. While the wedding day is as glamorous as Bollywood, the story behind the wedding is a miniature model of the real sad and smelly streets of India. Explanation follows.
· &Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-78564332598609264372011-02-09T22:58:00.000+05:302011-07-24T22:57:52.329+05:30The womb inside a HeartI carried you within me.
Your womb rested slightly higher in my body and I'm sorry that it was a bit noisier, and it's walls contracted and expanded with the rhythm of the noise. I knew you could feel the beats slow down when I relaxed and you could make out my anxiety when the walls moved in and out faster. I knew that you would be this close to my heart even after you exit the womb.Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-54399282376055790252010-10-02T20:38:00.000+05:302011-07-24T22:55:29.822+05:30Big Boys Don't Cry
The pain...the unbearable pain.
Big boys don’t cry.
His mother thrashed him for stealing another boy’s electronic toy car. It was actually his brother who had been the thief but he loved him too much to see him getting scolded. He felt like crying but managed to keep his eyes from streaming.
The pain, consuming him bit by bit….the pain capturing his breath…..
Big boys don’t cry.
His Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-4603307396070101382010-06-18T17:33:00.000+05:302011-09-25T02:30:11.669+05:30It's my turn
As I see my hands twitch and tremble while cleaning up my desk, I realize that feelings are funny things.
They trick you into getting attached to stuff as silly, useless and of almost zero aesthetic value, as dried flower petals and torn wrapping papers taking up all of your drawer space. You know that nobody will use them for anything. You know that the next time you'll Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-32563017878222099472010-05-29T20:10:00.002+05:302011-09-25T02:30:31.466+05:30The Presence
There was something very different about this hotel. She felt that there was something special about that moment. She always sensed his presence.
She breathed carefully, savoring the air that must have run through his body before it entered hers. She wanted him to be so close to him that even air knows no escape.
She looked at the painting on the wall. It had definitely been admired by a pair Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-31882091507835478382010-05-20T11:45:00.001+05:302011-07-24T22:50:22.990+05:30Silent Thoughts
When there aren't enough words...Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-11988661951419088212010-05-03T15:55:00.006+05:302011-09-29T05:37:14.623+05:30The Doll in the Glass
You see me, you smile at me.You look at me like I'm adorable.
You want to talk to me. I talk to you. You like talking to me. I like talking to you.
You feel happy when you see me. You think I'm cute, charming and nice.
I like making you feel happy. Your smile means a lot to me. It means, I'm worth your attention. It means, I'm no longer alone.
But I can't always make you happy; Not Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-71502986521025651482010-04-28T16:11:00.019+05:302011-07-24T23:03:52.862+05:30No ReasonThere doesn't have to be a reason for everything.
Sometimes, things just happen.
I had no reasons to smile at you when I first saw you.
None at all for talking to you.
I just happened to enjoy spending time with you, sharing my thoughts with you, laughing with you, hearing you talk, sing, tell stories.....
There was no reason for my eyes to sparkle at your sight.
Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-31959458888594750762010-04-16T12:32:00.009+05:302011-09-25T02:34:09.560+05:30What trust can do
You are known by several names – God, Destiny, Fate, but attaching names to you is just not enough. I prefer to attach value.
Accepting you as my guide, my teacher and my well-wisher has been the best thing I’ve ever done.
People thank you, blame you, pray to you but all that they really need to do is TRUST you. That is all that you've ever required of me and you have Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-80536408553007109502010-04-11T09:53:00.015+05:302011-09-27T11:47:40.642+05:30Some rain and some coffee
"It's Raining!"
She had to scream to make her voice reach his ears amidst the roaring thunder.
"Yea, and if we don't find a shelter soon, the rain will wash away your make up",
he smiles devilishly at her,
"and I certainly don't want that to happen."
"Why is that?"
He keeps walking and smiles secretly, without looking at her.
She has to run to keep up Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-43322426204353435242010-04-05T15:02:00.004+05:302011-07-24T23:05:56.607+05:30Guilty!In the process of trying to make tough days (unsuccessfully) better, I prepared a battlefield for my self and my conscience. My desperation to overcome the negativity that has been hovering over my mind for a few days has led me to being guilty of:
1) Having too much happy food - ice cream, chocolates and soda (read loads of calories)2) Not having studied a damned single word for my Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-59012192477021631512010-03-29T17:50:00.001+05:302011-07-24T22:55:29.824+05:30
With time, Wounds heal,But dead bodies rot.Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-57989481803347886982010-03-08T22:41:00.001+05:302011-07-24T23:07:26.011+05:30Never Again
As she stood at the kitchen sink cleaning up dishes, she murmured "Never. Never. I'm never going to call him or even miss him. I'm OK. I'm absolutely OK without him."
The scrubbing sponge in her hand moved inside and outside the coffee mug in rythm with her murmur.
"I've managed a week without him and I can manage throughout my life. Don't need him. Don't need anybody."
"It feels good to be Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-49406357159718395272010-02-14T20:39:00.003+05:302011-07-24T23:08:23.635+05:30Fourteenth Of February
She wiped off her smudged mascara, daubed her cheeks with rouge, stepped into her red stilletos, picked up her Gucci bag, stepped out of her house and smiled. When the fourteenth of February is Valentine's Day for the World, she might as well celebrate it as her Independence Day.Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-86418829873979209732010-01-29T11:38:00.006+05:302011-07-24T23:09:27.462+05:30Leave me the shadow
&Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-81285109855294313112010-01-26T20:35:00.002+05:302011-07-24T23:09:39.958+05:30There shall be Change
Earth covered with leaves of windfallThe wind shall come and take them all
Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-25684419747164176972010-01-14T22:30:00.003+05:302011-07-24T23:10:08.299+05:30An OrdealPetrifying DarknessIcy WindsSparkling MoonlightGleaming ArrowWounded FleshPiercing ShriekExcruciating PainDripping BloodScarlet EarthGrim ReaperObnoxious MercyAccursed LifeFeels like an ordeal?Feels like Love!!!Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23717939.post-91788233804481675092008-12-21T22:02:00.002+05:302011-07-24T23:10:28.375+05:30I want to be with you, foreverMy heart is loyal to youMy soul is your discipleI shall keep you safe within me, forever.But the world is hungry for control.They'll try to gain control over me.My soul is immortalMy heart is strongBut my body...My body, I fear, shall yield to the meaningless terms of the 'society'.I don't know what they'll demand of me. I don't know if they'll ever understand.I don't know if they'll think of us Tanvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12779658083570812899noreply@blogger.com3