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My memories... of pimples...

There are good memories, and there are bad ones. And then there are those which feel like mishap averted. It is something to smile over now, when I look at my engagement pics. But back then it had caused quite a bit of tension... There is a small black mole / black dot, or more delicately put, a beauty spot on my cheek. A fake one. It was actually a pimple camouflaged. I have oily skin, and pimples come and go. My way of dealing with them is to simply use face wash and face cream meant for my oil-soaked dermis. Usually, it keeps the pimples in check. An odd one does pop up once in a while, and I don't let it matter. With my own engagement celebrations coming up though, this one lone eruption became a major issue. My beautician tried a few treatments in her effort to make it disappear. She claimed that it her expertise that made the pimple rather inconspicuous. Inconspicuous, yes. But it would still be there one my face on the day, when I'd be the centre of attention a

5 reasons to read 'The Great Iron War - Book Two'

Hopebreaker (The Great Iron War - Book One) by 'Dean F. Wilson' is an engaging book. And here are some of the reasons why I am waiting for the second one - (Warning - Spoilers ahead) Call me a Hopeless Romantic if you will. I have just finished reading a Science-Fiction Fantasy, which I enjoyed. And yet, one of the main reasons I look forward to reading the second part of the series is because I want to know where Jacob's and Taberah's relationship lead. Their bantering, their chemistry, and their future. Whistler is a 'good kid', who chooses to the path of trust, despite the negativity of the world he's living in. I want to see him grow and mature but not be a cynic. Rommond's presence made me uneasy when he was introduced in the story. It no longer does. But I want to see his 'human' side. I want to know what made him the way he is. What is Brooklyn... a mystery! '...some have greatness thrust upon them'. As the s

Luggage Talks #1

Luggage Talks...

The Wall of Feelings...

What all I have seen How do I say Days of horses and wagons Always hurrying away Handsome riders, cunning ministers And their power play Forces returning victorious From battles savage Shy eyes glancing From behind the blinds Midnight strolls As the stars shined Romance emanating Among fragrant grounds Music echoing Such beautiful sounds The grandeur gone, glory faded How should I explain Here, there, everywhere I see Crowds, I am pained They are here to appreciate history Or so they claim They are so indifferent Towards their own domain I am modern I console myself After all I have tattoos More than anyone else They come and brand me Then bid farewell I stand testimony, they say Their bond is eternal The red blots Are here to stay The red splashes Are here to stay They spit on me And then rush away I remember days Of pamper and care The blots on my history Forever on display I so miss My gl

The Web of Dance?

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Light - Far And Close

Light - Far and Close

Share the load... Laundry - a woman's job?

An exasperated wife asked this question – “My husband is a great guy – caring and sensitive. He loves me. When both of us return home from the office at the end of the day, he relaxes and watches TV. I do all the household chores. If there’s dinner to be made, he may help a little in the actual cooking. But no help in cleaning the table and kitchen later. Other than that, the rest of the work is my responsibility, whether I do it myself or get it done from the maid servant. That is insensitive. Where does my sensitive husband disappear where domestic chores are concerned?” I remember reading this, don’t remember where. But the answer (not the exact words obviously) have stayed with me. The answer was something like – “If we see something every day, we end up not noticing it. More often than not, we are not consciously aware of its presence. So the wife rushing around the house getting everything done, while the husband relaxes, can be explained the same way. H

Things that define me...

I read ‘Things that define me’ and I am instantly in a classroom learning definitions… Define pseudonyms… Define ecosystem… English and Science clearly were my two favourite subjects. Second thought is that thanks to writing this, I’ll have a good write-up for the ‘About me’ section of my blog. Carrying on with the same thought, I procrastinate and I work better with deadlines. Do these two constitute what defines me? I hope not, because I am working on changing both these traits of mine. For the last fifteen years, I have been primarily a homemaker. I use the word ‘primarily’ because I could never see myself fitting into the mould of one. My love for books has survived all the changes in my life over the years. Just today, a friends of my 9-year-old daughter commented, “Aunty, you always gift us books for our birthday”. I told her that I couldn’t think of a better gift. I don’t read as much as I used to when I didn’t have all the responsibilities. I read more

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Gurudwara Rakab Ganj Sahib, New Delhi Gurudwara Rakab Ganj Sahib, New Delhi December 31, 2014 © Nimi Arora Shared with -