Tag: life

One True Love

one-love

Over the years, I’ve fallen in and out of love with so many things, so many times. But no matter what I declared my love to, I always came back to came back to tea and biscuits.

Something about that pair, something about the way the biscuit crumbles in my mouth and the tea washes down all my problems, along with the biscuit’s buttery remains  — it’s my one true love.

Pursuit of Happyness

extroverts - paulo coelho

The Witch of Portobello is one my favourite books of Paulo Coelho. But I’m not sure if I agree with him on this one.

I’m no extrovert. And I’m no expert.

But I do know a lot of extroverts. And I know they love making merry and being comfortable. But so do introverts. We all want to be happy. The difference is how we represent ourselves. If extroverts are happy in large gatherings of friends, introverts are happy in the company of one good friend. It’s just that not many people know it when introverts are happy, because we share it with a select few. As for our extrovert counterparts, they like sharing their happiness with more than a select few.

But on a deeper level, extroverts or introverts, we all try to prove something to ourselves. And if being happy is what it is, then I say, nothing’s better.

 

Words Matter

sentimental

She never quite liked that word. She didn’t like the way it rang in her ears; the way the sound lingered, echoing. Every time someone uttered that word, it took her back to her childhood.

Her father would call her that, every crack of day, every close of day. He used it as a nick name when he shoved her into her room, tucked her into bed (grinding his teeth as he did so), and when he passed her the plate of omelette — with a clatter that alarmed her dog.

Every time someone uttered that word, she’d close her eyes to see her father’s beetle eyes loom back at her.

People thought she hated being called sentimental.

But it was the “mental.”