Petrichor

A slow tap on the window glass

Pitter-patter on the roof

Rain drops wet the dry ground

Mother Earth sighs softly at the welcome drink

A familiar earthy smell rises

Eyes temporarily close Memories awash the soul

Emotions unbidden come barging in

Of children running, playing and laughing in the monsoon rains

Of broken hearts crying to hide the tears

Of watching raindrops glide down window panes

Of cold mornings spent under cozy duvet

Eyes open and a smile begins

An all too familiar smell brought back yesteryears

Good or bad, they show of life lived

So close your eyes once again and remember…

Petrichor.

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Still You

I know I have to go

Leave the place where I stood

Waiting for twelve months

A spark, a light, a shadow

Alas, patience not rewarded

Accepted abandonment

Of being forgotten

Buried into oblivion

Hope grew wings and flew away

Taking away last ray of light

In darkness, I stare

Whisper a fervent prayer

For the void in my heart calls forever

Still you.

Of Snow Boots and Skinny Jeans

It is the start of March and it is biting cold! The ‘Beast from the East’ arrived. Londoners, who rarely see proper snow, were anxious and excited in equal measure. I mean, how does one dress fashionably well without looking like the Michelin man and be warm and comfortable too? I,for one, love snow. I mean, who does not love beautiful snowscapes, right? I want a picture of a frozen landscape  without actualy traveling to the Artic. The parks with the bare trees and snow hanging on their branches will be a sight to behold. It will be a perfect opportunity to whip out the winter coats kept hidden in the closet and take “Intagram- worthy’ pictures declaring to the world – Yep! I love snow! The first morning we had negative temperatures, my feet were freezing whilst riding in the bus. I was hoping that I will not get frostbite. I regretted not buying a new pair of snow boots when I threw away my last pair. Who knew that I will be requiring snow boots when it had snowed for years?! I had to stomp my feet several times upon entering work, if only to get some proper circulation back into them. I guess my pretty suede ankle boots will not suffice for these temperatures. That morning, I declared to my colleagues, I am buying snow boots! My colleagues, being ever supportive, started googling online snow boots on sale and where I can buy them. Let me clarify, we were waiting for a meeting to begin when we had this conversation. Working with female colleagues have its perks because women understand the fashion dilemma- real, practical or not, women face. The catch? I need to leave work on time inorder to make it to the stores in the town center before they close at 18:00. Yep, the stores in this part of my world close at 18:00 and it is almost impossible to make it in time especially with the added winter demands at work. It was already 18:20 when I was ready to go home that afternoon. I remembered that the local Marks and Spencer store near my flat closes at 20:00. They might just have what I needed in their limited display.  I made it to the store at 19:20 so I went straight to their shoe display.  The low-healed laced up boots with fur at the ankles proved to be difficult to put on especially in the limited time I had. I found a 2-inch heeled pair with fur lining at the ankles as well. They zip up so were not hard to put on. They look nicer and smarter too. The soles are rubber and look to have a good grip. My anima brain keeps screaming, “me likey” but my animus brain is skeptical about the heels. Of course the female brain won and I became a proud owner of two- inch heeled fur lined rubber soled boots. Did they work? The next day whilst I was sitting in the bus on my way to work, my feet were freezing, again! So no, they did not work! That afternoon I decided to go to leave work on time to get to the town center. I managed to get in one shoe shop before they closed. I was the last one in. They actually closed the door whilst I was still in there. I was torn between two pairs of shoes. I ended up taking a picture of both boots and asked my friends on our message thread which one to buy. Isn’t technology amazing? I was tempted to buy both as they were on very big sale discount but I managed to control myself and just bought the brown pair. I still think of the black pair up to now but decided that I have enough black boots right. I also decided to buy thermal socks. The next day, I wore my new snow boots and thermal socks plus I decided to sit further away from the bus doors. Well, if I am to achieve something different(i.e. keep my feet warm) then I need to deviate from my routine. As Eistein said, “insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results.” And Voila! My feet were just cold but not freezing! By Friday afternoon, everybody was rushing to go home to try escape the forecasted heavy snowfall and not be stranded in the road. I planned to just snuggle under the duvet the whole weekend. I already bought the not-so -healthy food to ‘help warm me up’. I don”t normally stock up on crisps, chocolates and bread but it seems to me the situation called for them. Carb loading it is then! But come Saturday morning, all I can think of was getting out of my flat, despite the cold temperatures. Another silly thought passed my mind was that I wanted to wear my hip-length coat which is not that thick instead of my warm knee-length coat. I will just layer up! I was pondering on how I will keep my whole body warm and not just my feet whilst I was in the shower. I decided that it’s time I wear my skinny jeans again. I have purposely avoided wearing my skinny jeans for months now as I have put on weight. Ok full disclosure… I do not weigh myself for years now. My guage is how my clothes fit me. I have always been wearing the same sized clothes so much so that at 2015, I still fit in my clothes from 2000. In 2015, I dropped another dress size then I started stress eating in 2016- death of a parent and a heartbreak are great stressors. I never stress-eat before yet somehow I started and my 40 something metabolism cannot cope with it anymore so I piled on the pounds. It isn’t that obvious as I still fit in my clothes but they are slighly tighter than usual. I dreaded putting my skinny jeans. This pair used to be very loose in the waist area- now I had a struggle closing the button. I could reason that it was newly washed , ironed and that I have tights and leggings on as well. Those, unfortunately, will not explain the waistline! I am stubborn so I decided to wear my skinny jeans anyway and just hope that it will loosen eventually with wear before I pass out. As I was zipping up my jeans, I swear at the designer of skinny jeans! I was contemplating of wearing one of my pretty skirts but I will not be defeated by skinny jeans! I guess, no more carbo loading for now. Hmm… may be I will just need to finish what I bought because I cannot really throw away food! Think of all the starving children… With that in mind, I left my flat with a resolution to achieve 10,000 steps daily- cold weather or not. Well, wish me luck!

On Getting Old

So this morning as I was putting my make up on, a thought crosses my mind that I am starting to look old. For a brief moment, I felt sad then I asked myself, what do I have to be sad about?

I had a wonderful and happy childhood which was filled with love and laughter. My years in academia was also similarly fulfilling though I now laugh at myself for crying over a passing, though not perfect, grade. I lived my adult life as I wanted to live and work – as stressful as it is sometimes, I love my work. So what do I have to be sad about? Should I be sad for my lost youth? It wasn’t lost and everybody grows old. Should I be sad for being on my own all this time? But I love my life – it’s not perfect but I truly like my own company so much so that if I am constantly socialising as I am wont to do- I will eventually crave for my alone time. So that brief moment passed very quickly and I proceeded to put my lip gloss.

I smiled at my reflection and reminded myself that I had a good life. And well… my days in mini skirts are now numbered but in the meantime, carpe diem!

Still…

The tears flowed and never ebbed

The colours faded and not returned

The heart ached and ached

The eyes forever trained on the horizon

Music died and silence reigned

Clock ticking and yet time stood

Waiting for pain and love to fade

Yet here I am hoping and praying

Still…

What if…

What if….

I just Let it go

I Leave the words unsaid

I Make fear of getting hurt rule over

I let pride overpower love

I just accept it as it is

What if…

Tomorrow does not come

Time runs out

There’s no other chance

Our paths never cross again

We cannot reach across the void

What if…

I never get to say sorry

I never tell you I miss you every minute since

I never show you the tears our separation costs me

I never hold your hands again

What if…

You never know that I love you

What if…

Find me

Here I am where I was

The world continued going

Life carried on without pausing

Motions of life I imitated

Smile pasted on a face where eyes do not smile

Evey night I cried, wondering and pining

And I stood still

Stuck to the place

Where I watched you walk away

Neither voice nor energy came

I wanted to call out

Or run after if only to glimpse your shadow

Like a lost waif I waited

The sun has shown brightly

The leaves turned brown and fell

Yet here I still stand waiting

For you to find me

Dear heart, I implore you

Find me

My regret and My Reason


You asked why…

Emotions flying high

Pride and hurt reigning

Love gone hiding

I have no right so you say

Rejection tasted bitter and seared

Reflex is to lash out and inflict same hurt

So I closed my eyes, holding the tears

So I have decided to keep mum

My regret and my reason for my pain and silence…

This truth I kept from you

You are my beloved

In my heart of hearts I keep you

Every minute, every second I miss you

Should have said, ‘ I love you’

Now in my heart I keep

My regret and my reason…

You

Eyes flutter open

Sunlight streaming in

Birds singing melodies outside

A thought, a feeling surfaces

A longing, yearning for completeness

Filling and bursting my heart 

A thought, a feeling same as last night

Before sleep took away my consciousness

I knew it then and I still know it now

First and last conscious thought everyday is

You