Possessive dads

He is my guide, philosopher, friend, enemy..
How can someone take me away from him?
My child hood hero, role model has become a kid now..

To whom can I go
to make him understand that relationships are different?
to get him realize that I'll be his own little girl always?
to let him know that my love for him will not diminish one little bit?

I really am lost; because I always go to him for everything.

Some soul searching! - A mockery

An inspiring thought from "Frozen thoughts"

"When something bad happens you ask -Why me?;
But when something good happens, do you ever ask Why me?"

Ok I tried asking myself the question .
Suddenly such good things are happening in my life; Why me ?

Before the angel in me could apply the awesome thought,
Pop goes the answer - "I have had enough, now for a change...." from the Devilish me!

Ahh!!! no number of frozen thoughts can change me!
I'm what I'm - I have decided to fret today and no one can change it!

Missing Bangalore

Why do I feel so claustrophobic in here???

Feeling dull for the last three days - Since I started out in Chennai?

Coming out of my ODC in Bangalore, I would feel the sun, the winds. Felt connected to nature.

Here I never get to see sunlight except for the early morning sun which drags me out of bed.

The lovely long coffee beaks we used to have - airy space - wonderful team
The eerie and smelly pantry here!

The aimless weekends;
The useless shopping;
The all girls late night trips;
The railway station, I used to visit oft;
Trips to the Bajji shop;
The forum;
Long tea breaks with great company.. discussing everything under the sun..
The early morning walks with the cool breeze ruffling my hair;
Sweatshirts during the winters;
The cold floor;
Walking back home to friends;

Fighting for trivial things -What to cook?? who to cook?
The late night discussions in the dark looking at the ceilings - the philosophies of life.

The washing of the heap of the week on Saturdays;
No breakfast days and an average lunch turning out to be fantastic to the starved us;
Occasional visits to the temple.. especially the Ragigudda;
The CCD and Barista trips for no reason.
Weekend evenings with ginger tea and chocolate cake;
My pencil sketching time;
A lazy Saturday alone at home - sleep, a novel, cloudy cold weather, hot tea and an useless
movie;
Trips to commercial street and Brand factory promising to buy nothing, promise broken
diligently every time!

Its just flowing ....I would never stop..

Missing Bangalore so much!

Missing people I love!