Of Use

Of what use is a broken heart to a giver? 

Of what use is a broken heart to a lover?  

She should have guarded her heart a little more. She shouldn't have let the walls come down. All she has left, now, is a small sacred place called home.. that remained untouched by his half-assed affection. 

Her concrete walls become metal and inside the fortress flutters the yellowed, used napkin yet again. 

The About Me Challenge - Day 6

Q: A letter to someone you wish you could meet.

A:

Dear You,

I've known you for approximately two and a half full years. I've grown to love and respect you. If ever, in life, I happen to come across the place you live, which I know is on the other side of the earth, I would barge in and hug you and tell you how much I absolutely adore you. I hate hugs, so, you now know how special you are. Our brains.. I swear, they're twins. I enjoy every single minute I spend talking to you, online. Hell, I even enjoy looking at those dots going up and down, indicating your typing!
Skype's great. But meeting you.. will be better. I hope I do, someday. And until then, I'll keep wishing.. and hope you feel the same way.
Love, 
Aditi

A/N: To edit.

Day Six - The Writing Challenge.

Prompt: Open the book, turn the page.

"The lights dimmed down and the candle flickered. The creak of a door opening was the only thing he heard after a long time. Heels clicking on cold tiles came closer. A spicy scent overcame his senses and he moaned. A metallic clunk sounded and...."

With a sigh, she flipped the page and continued reading the manuscript. "This won't work.."

She closed the book and slammed it on her bedside table.

The About Me Challenge - Day 5

Long over due..

Q: A recipe of yours and something you hope to do in life.

A: Recipe - Honey Onion Sandwich (I came up with it on my own - best for when there's nothing else in the kitchen.)

Ingredients:
1. Onions (at least half an onion...)
2. Honey (one teaspoon)
3. Salt (to taste)
4. Pepper (to taste)
6. Oregano (a few pinches) (you can actually substitute with chaat masala or something)
5. Olive oil (one teaspoon)
6. Cheese slices (you can't not want it!)

Method: Cut the onions into thin slices. Add salt, pepper and the oregano. Toss.
Add the honey and olive oil and toss.
Toast the bread on one side each and lay the cheese slice on the warm side. Wait till it's all gooey and then lay the onion on it.
Cover with the other warm slice and press.
Use a sandwich-maker if you want.. I just use a tawah.
Smell it.
Eat it.
Make more.
Eat more.


Something I hope to do in life:
I hope I can travel to Chile and lay under the night sky at least once. It's such a beautiful place. See? <3 br="">

And, Love. (Not a reprise.)

To those who haven't read And, Love; here's a link! 

And, Love.
(I promise, this is just as nice as that one. xD )

When you love someone so completely, that you overlook their every fault, lose your inhibitions and just give in; tell me, is there nothing holding you back?

Have you been in love with the way they smile? The way they look at something?
The way the world just seems a pretty place when they're there?

When they give in to you, they say it's the best feeling in the world, and that there's nothing that can ever go wrong again.

You can't know where your thought ends and theirs begins, their ideas are yours and your emotions, theirs, they say.
"We fit like a jigsaw.. so marvelously perfect!" , she said.
"He's so perfect.. so fucking perfect!", she said. 

She said she loved him.. and then she said she feared him. The absolute power he had over her - the way she knew he could break her if he wanted, by just drifting away. 

She started fearing his absence.
"I live life with love.", she said.
"I live life with love and fear.", she said.

"I live life with fear and love..", she said.

There'll be days you'll hurt for no reason, I said.
Don't give in, I said.
They'll leave, no matter what, because they can't be owned. If they were yours, you wouldn't have wanted them.

The way she looked at him was reason enough to believe she loved it. She fell in love with love. It gave her a high, she said.

"He's life itself.", she said.

Your life, yes. 

And then, after they drift away, you realize they were never yours to begin with. Couldn't be yours. They were bewitched by their life's goals.. Their life was something else, and they could never live with you.

They aren't yours. They weren't yours. Not your life. Not yours. Ever.
You live. You love, and then you fear absence. You fear replacement. You fear your dispensability, and then you live again.

A/N: Well, for starters, parts of the above piece were fiction. Not entirely, but which part, I'll leave you to figure out.
Written for a friend I grew to love, despite her absolute doormat-ness. (kidding, please.)

And yeah. I've not changed my stance on love, have I?
Oh God. *rolls eyes*

More? More.

A lot of people wanted to know the web address of my other blog.
I hardly update it, but what's there is good. They're mostly just stories.
Here goes. 

Soft Whispers

Have fun!
I'll be updating here soon. ^_^