ruffledheart

The mouthpiece is holding my hand, Not missing a beap or call, and I am exasperated at you! Waiting, patiently eyeing at the flowing sand!

Okay, so it is not that hunky dory as shown in movies or in books or even in your thoughts that sometimes renders to you that mushy feel about Marriage and a 'second home' for which we all, I'm sure, knit a lot of.... webs?!? It demands a lot! Yes, it does! Look here, it is an absolute unenviable task to leave our place, parents, belongings and almost everything that becomes a part of us in all these years. Well, you can name it the way you want, that this is what every girl has to do... But, let me clear the air again, it is not that cushy. The second has nothing that I had lived with. None of my possessions are anywhere here. I might not like the chores thrust upon me. Despite all the dislike I conceive in my heart, I stand to fulfill the so-called desires! But, no matter how strong are my endeavours, it's seldom that I get elevated. The goodness sometimes cannot find the range in those remote areas of hard bosom. I am good because 'They'-my God...

Being one Jane Austen's fan, I am Romantic. Having read John Donne, took me even more close to what they say, Love! Danielle Steel's story of that beautiful girl deeply in love fortified the emotion of romance in me. Yes, I am Romantic! And I love it to the another level. The level of moment when seeing him walking to her struck her with collywobbles; on that windy eve at the Greenland; Or on the moon lit sea-shore. Donning a white silk shirt, getting swirled in that dewy-cold breeze. Approaching to her with a brooding look, looking deep into the eyes, as if to dig the splinters out, in tears of happiness. Holding her waist with his amorous hands, coming close to her glowing face his eyes are stuck. In a blink of his eye, her neck becomes the oozing berry which he kissed with all the compassion he carried in his heart all those years. His love for her could be felt in his amiable touch. She shivers, her heart skips a beat while his hands undulates at  her back. ...

Let's get out of the den and roar ! To get the sweet, we ought to taste sour!                     ******¥****** Bring it on tomorrow! 😉

Find some other ways to get my voice to your head. To share the words and laugh. These simplicities can be caught easily by the unruly! Let's move to some other lane; of the "line" that "Lands" on the handy mouthpiece... 😊

After looking at herself, becoming that enraged-over-everything kind of woman; that she had never been in her entire life, She decides to get off this sore feeling and take a breeze. She gets up early to face the beautiful dawn at her backyard, and a few rounds later takes up her phone when her messenger beeps a message, that ran a rosiness in every nerve of her body and soul. She hurries up for a shower, and in the shower, calculating by what time she would be free and how. Her hands move speedily in the kitchen to prep-up the breakfast. She gets pink, humming songs, reviving memories and her heart-beat counts run high, it's now audible to her. All this chalked up her wish to wind it all fast. To receive the call with all ease. And share words and pangs and smiles and inscriptions of heart and soul; with no hassles. But, to her agony, the phone never rang . She has this twinge feeling in her bosom and the soreness has been on its peak every passing hour of that day. She pi...

It is an unassailable man's claim to love. Milksops can't think of reciprocating the tenderness.