My lord Ganesha...

Picture this... I stuff myself with rice and sambar. Fully. Unfortunately when you sit and eat, and are preoccupied with your soul, you end up over eating. So much that, I can feel food even in my throat.

Ganesha on his birthday must have felt exactly like this after his meal. And when he was walking in the down town streets, the moon laughed. Laughed his guts out. That brought the guts of Ganesha out.

Today, I am struggling to breathe. I am staring at the moon. Hard. The moon was laughing rather facetiously at me. As if it knew all my secrets. Not Victoria's secrets. :)

 I spilled my guts out. Surprisingly, there was only salt and water. Nothing else. 

The howling dogs

The air around thickened due to the rains. The sudden shift was felt by all the sensitive souls at play. The cheekiest of the soul enjoyed the wetness and called out to the others asking them to continue frolic in the rain. Some refused. Some accepted. Most could not make up their minds. Souls also had a mind of their own, you see?

They were fascinated to see these circular tops floating in the air. Some colorful and a lot of them black. Lace, frills, dots, patterns. Rain seemed to dance on these tops. The cheeky soul went to the body that was once its own and tried figuring out the circular top. Nostalgia hit it. But the body seemed to be strangely unfamiliar. The soul forgot about the reason it slipped into the body. The body felt it was soulful. Was it the body or the mind or the other arm? Soul felt the presence of company. 

Funnily enough, body felt lighter despite the souls. Souls lived happily ever after despite the little voice. Little voice began to fade to give way to silence despite the howling dogs. 

The souls thought, what beautiful things the umbrellas were. 

Of beauty sleep

There are somethings in life that Master card and heck, any other card cant buy. Surprise. For a person like me, this is a revelation. For me mostly money can be an answer to a lot of things. I dont believe that poor, little rich girl syndrome is a real one.

And so, after a night's sleep that made me die and then brought me alive, and which had nothing to do with master card, I almost wonder if the opening statement is true??

Hyd... Dont get me used to this luxury. I may start missing it. My dad's arms, the true home... be there for me. You eternally star in my weakness and strength list.

Dear baby, momma tells you that being earth's kids will bring in more happiness than you ever thought. All you need to do is to live a life beyond the realms of common socially accepted barriers. Your mind knows no boundaries.

Operational aspects in life should never be all consuming life in itself.

Money is needed to get by. It is needed to live life in the way you want to. It is not inconsequential. Unfortunately it does not shut the little voice in your head. Beauty sleep does. It really does.