Monday, May 23, 2011


Stupid. Shit. Love songs on the radio. Cute romantic crap on TV.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

All I Really Wanted Was To Have Your Ugly, Weird-Looking

babies babies babies.

Monday, May 16, 2011

'And under our blue skies, Marble movie skies I found a home in your eyes, We'll never be apart.'

And one day we’ll decide that it’s time. Then we’ll both work hard to save enough money. We’ll spend hours with magazines, looking at pictures of bedrooms, bathtubs and kitchens. We’ll visit people’s houses for ideas. We’ll get one of our architect friends to help out.

After lots of searching, we’ll finally buy a little piece of land somewhere near where either of our parents’ live. And slowly we’ll watch as dreams turn into walls, ceilings, windows and doors. We’ll be there every step of the way; as each brick is set in mortar, as each floor is leveled, as each light bulb goes in. We’ll argue about what type of stain should go on the wood, or what faucets match the showers, or which artwork to hang on which wall. And I’ll let you win most of the time.

Once everything is complete, we’ll put life into those rooms. We’ll plant vines of romantic bougainvillea in the garden. We’ll get cute outdoor furniture to put on the terrace for when the weather will be good. We’ll throw a house warming party to share our happiness with friends and family. And we’ll remember always to thank God.

We’ll watch the children grow up, fight their little fights, keep us awake most nights of the week with all the million little things they’ll need. We’ll teach them to love and how to have fun. And when they’re at school and their teachers ask them to draw a picture of their most favourite place in the world; they too will draw a picture of our home.

I want your dreams to come true. And I want to be there with you to watch our lives unfold like beautiful paper roses.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Shahrukh, You Complete Me.

Pyaar waala meenh barsaya karo jee, kaddi saadi galli bhul ke wi aaya karo jee.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Happy Birthday! - A post about how we have grown up but are still quite stupid.

We've achieved so many of the things we set out to do when we were thirteen years old. We made mistakes; we made friends and friends who turned out to be mistakes. Either way, we felt the world around us. We opened our eyes.

We became slaves of the summer. The sunsets. The colors.

We broke hearts and felt them grow back together between our fingers. We felt slightly scared about our sexuality. We longed for the touch of a lover. We made back and forth transitional journeys from childhood to womanhood to adulthood.

And today (actually yesterday) you’ve turned 18 years old. So I wish you all the luck in the world, because it’s not easy, apparently, to go to university, to find a husband, to be married, and have huge responsibilities. At least that’s what all the older girls say. And these things aren’t as far away as they seem.

But I know you’ll do well. You’ll be a good friend, a fun wife, a cute mommy and an incredible person. And you’ll keep growing, with every passing year, you’ll look back and be proud of yourself.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

White Orchid

They might take it all away. The money, the things, the remaining ounce of freedom. But I'll keep one small secret. Easiest to keep. Because your voice brought with it an idea. Perhaps you'll continue with this fight where I gave up. Where my almost-eighteen-years-old mind decided it couldn't handle more. Maybe you'll use your beautiful strength and determination to be that knight in shining armour boy coming to save his damsel in distress girl waiting atop a tall tower while her life is endangered by fire-breathing dragons who want to eat her up.