Your way or Mine? (Courtesy Divya Nair Hinge [ Chicken Soup for the Indian Romatic Soul])

• I hate it when you have turned the house upside down with your mess. But when it remains untouched by your presence, it doesn't seem like a home anymore.
• I hate it when you touch me with your greasy hands after you have fixed the motor. But, by the time you have come out clean after a bath, i hit myself for having been silly, for i realise that passion doesn't need a perfect time.
• I hate it when I have to be in the kitchen all day fixing meals for you. But when I have to eat alone, I feel like I'm eating only to keep myself alive.
• I hate it when you ask for coffee ten times a day. But when you aren't around to ask for it, I miss all the conversations that we have over copious cups of coffee.
•  I hate it when you fight for your favourite channel on television. But when I get to watch TV alone, I don't enjoy it anymore, for I miss the fun of the fights that we have over the silly thing.
• I hate it when you come home late after work. But when you calmly make me see reason through the challenges that you face there each day, I beam with pride for being a part of you.
• I hate it when you sleep while I'm still having a conversation with you. But when I wake up in the morning to the feel of your arms around me, I forget what it meant to be ignored the previous night.
• I hate it when you don't keep a promise. But when I see you sincerely working towards not repeating it, I feel like it wasn't really a mistake in the first place.
• I hate it when you come up with instant solutions when all I want you to do is listen. But when you leave me to take decisions by myself, it doesn't really feel like the perfect situation for some reason.
• I hate it when you argue endlessly with me on inane matters. But when we are not talking , I itch to hear from you even if it means starting another argument.
• I hate it when you forget important days that mean so much to me. But when you take me out for an exotic dinner on an ordinary day, I regret thinking that only some days are special.
• I hate it when I have to take care of everything while you have only to take care of your job. But when you publicly laud me for my abilities, I see myself wanting to do more of it.
• I hate it when it appears that you don't care that I'm sick, but when you keep calling me from work to check if I'm doing well, I feel like it's all that I needed to recover.
• I hate it when you are calling out to me 100 times a day from every corner of the house.But when you are not doing it, it feels like my name has no meaning and my being has no relevance.
• I hate it when you don't love me the way I would like to be loved. But when I'm not loved your way, I feel like I'm teaching you to love me and hence not really being loved the way I should be.
• I hate to be defeated when I'm trying to make a point, but I'm willing to step down to accept defeat at your hands; FOR I REALISE THAT I'D RATHER BE LOVED YOUR WAY THAN MINE!!!!

Chicken Soup for the Indian Romantic Soul

Chicken Soup for the Indian Romantic Soul

I started reading this book day before yesterday and finished reading it yesterday. So its clear I have enjoyed reading this book. It has the experiences of different people, coming from different parts of the country, from different time era. But only one thing was common among all the experiences - Love....True love...

  Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile....

 Yesterday, while reading the love and romantic experiences, I was also transcended into the mood of belonging to someone, of having someone to share everything. This book will be loved by all die hard romantics like me, who enjoy love stories, and this book gives you real life love stories of different kinds - Teenage love, Love at first sight, Love in arranged marriage, Pain of losing your love and so on.....

I really enjoyed reading this book.I thank Nayana for lending me this book to read even though she wanted to read it first.

A peep into my heart : How it started.....

Hi All,

A PEEP INTO MY HEART is my first blog.

The first blog i read in my life was my best friend Isaac's blog. He writes such good poems. I just love his poems. And he is the one who motivated me to make this blog, motivated is a mild term, he actually pushed me into making this blog.

I have always loved reading books, I'm very passionate about books. Isaac wanted me to do something which would be beneficial in the long run. So he asked me to start a blog writing the reviews of the books that I read. But somehow i was not keen about that and used to give excuses for not making a blog.

But today,  i suddenly had this urge that i need to start a blog, not for giving reviews on books, but to pour out my heart, my thoughts, my feelings. This blog is dedicated to my dearest friend Isaac who has been my support, my strength, my guide in times of difficulties and my fun n joy in times of happiness.


P.S. This blog will also have the reviews on the books i read. (As per Isaac's original intentions for this blog.)