Letter from a newly married girl to her Mom

Dear mom,

Like every normal girl, I was excited about marriage right from my childhood days. I never thought beyond the time that I would spend happily with my prince charming. 

But today when I am married, I realize that marriage is not all roses. It’s not just about being with your beloved and having a gala time. There is so much more to it. It comes with its own share of responsibilities, duties, sacrifices and compromises. I can’t wake up anytime I want to. I am expected to be up and ready before everyone else in the family. I can’t laze around in my pyjamas throughout the day. I am expected to be presentable every time. I can’t just go out anytime I want to. I am expected to be sensitive to the needs of the family. I just can’t hit the bed anytime I want to. I am expected to be active and around the family. I can’t expect to be treated like a princess but am supposed to take care of everyone else in the family. 

And then I think to myself, ‘why did I get married at all?’ I was happier with you, mom. Sometimes I think of coming back to you and getting pampered again. I want to come home to my favorite food cooked by you every evening after a nice outing with friends. I want to sleep on your laps like I have no worry in this world. 

But then I suddenly realize, had you not got married and made such sacrifices in your life, I wouldn’t have had so many wonderful memories to hang on to. 

And suddenly, the purpose of all this becomes clear- to return the same comfort, peace and happiness to my new family that I got from you. And I am sure that as time would pass, I would start loving this life equally as you do. 

Thank you mom for all the sacrifices and compromises you made. They give me the strength to do the same. 

Love you.

Marriage

Monica married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook with Rs.1000 deposit amount.

Mother: "Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life.When there's something happy and memorable in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line.
The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh. When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had."

Monica shared this with Hitesh. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.

This was what they did after certain time:

- 7 Feb: Rs.1000, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage

- 1 Mar: Rs.1000, salary raise for Monica

- 20 Mar: Rs.2000, vacation trip to Bali

- 15 Apr: Rs.3000, Monica got pregnant

- 1 Jun: Rs.2000, Hitesh got promoted
..and so on..

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nasty person in the world.... No more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh?

One day Monica talked to her Mother, "Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We have agreed to divorce. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!"

Mother: "Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money & spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage."

Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.

While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came to her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears.

She left the bank and went home.

When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh and asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.

The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: "This is the day I noticed how much I've loved you through all these years, how much happiness you've brought me."

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.

Do you know how much they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone through all the good years in their life.

"When you fall, in any way, don't see the place where you fell, instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes."

The Teacher

Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in 
for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a 
struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if 
some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter-full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mother used to." 
After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in 
his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, but he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then, four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer-the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for 
believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know 
how to teach until I met you."


Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook please try to do it in a positive way.

Wedding Night - Sophie Kinsella

Wedding Night - Sophie Kinsella

“By all means marry. If you get a good wife you will become happy - If you get a bad one you will become a philosopher”

- Socrates

It was a bit boring in the beginning, for the first few chapters.... But faith in Sophie Kinsella kept me going... Later on, I just couldn't stop reading... I just had to know if Fliss was successful in stopping Lottie and Ben... Will Richard go back... It was good... But it didn't measure up to all the other Sophie Kinsella books.

“Youth is still where you left it, and that's where it should stay. Anything that was worth taking on life's journey, you'll already have taken with you”

- Arthur , Wedding Night, Sophie Kinsella

Salt, Pepper and the Spices of Life

Salt, Pepper and the Spices of Life

You're sitting at a table, having a meal with some friends.


Bowls of soup are served to everyone at the table. Before tasting the soup, the person next to you reaches for the salt and pepper, and for the next 20 seconds vigorously shakes into the soup more salt and pepper than you would use in a month.


You have a pained look on your face. These thoughts immediately go through your mind: "Why would you put salt and pepper in soup, or on any dish, BEFORE you taste it? How do you know how much to add?" You might also think, "How can someone put so much salt and pepper in their food?"
Of course, the roles could be reversed. You might be the one who loves to put a lot of salt and pepper on your food and the person next to you eats the soup without adding salt or pepper. In that case, you think, "How can she eat this bland soup without putting any seasoning in it?"
When it comes to salt, pepper, onions, garlic, curry or just about any type of seasoning, we tend to see things only one way - OUR way. It's hard for us to understand how someone could enjoy food when it is not seasoned as we think is appropriate. We cringe when we see someone "overdoing" or "under-doing" the spices.
How we season our food is a matter of preference and personal taste.


There is no right or wrong way to use seasonings. Furthermore, the way in which another applies salt and pepper does not affect us in any way. They're not putting the salt and pepper in YOUR soup. They are putting the spices in their own soup.


Our world is so diverse, and yet it is difficult for us to accept each other's preferences. Often, when we see people doing things we wouldn't do, our mind says: Why aren't they thinking as I think? Why aren't they acting as I would act? Your mind would often have you believe that your way is superior. Your beliefs and habits are shaped by your genetics and your environment. Each person has different genetics and has grown up in an environment that is different than yours.


Why expect everyone to come to the same conclusion?
Our spiritual growth comes when we learn to accept that others have different preferences, and we honor those preferences. There is no universal religion that everyone will agree to practice. There is no universal political viewpoint that all will accept. There is no one way of raising children that all cultures will agree upon. Marriage customs will vary from culture to culture.
Getting people to agree on these issues is like trying to get everyone to use the same amount of salt and pepper on their food. It's not going to happen.


The diversity in this world is beautiful and we can open our hearts to it. Within our own country and in our relations with people in other countries, we need to continually remind ourselves that it's perfectly acceptable for people to have preferences. If the other person is not harming us, why can't we just smile and get on with life?
The next time you're tempted to judge or criticise the way other people think or act, realize that in most cases, they're just using a different amount of salt or pepper than you would use. Allow them to have their preferences, and there is no need to even consider what YOU would do.

Morning Questions: Use the Power of Questions to Change Your Life

Quality questions create a quality life. They direct our mental focus and therefore determine how we think and feel.

The difference in the quality of people’s lives often comes down to the difference in the questions they consistently ask themselves. If you ask a disempowering question (i.e. “Why does this always happen to me?”), your mental computer will look for an answer, even if it has to make something up! It might come up with “Because you’re stupid” or “Because you don’t deserve to do well anyway.”

On the flip side, if you ask an empowering question, such as “How can I take this experience and use it to contribute to others?” your brain will look for answers to this question and often come up with an answer that not only makes you feel better, but that can help others as well.

The key is to develop a pattern of questions that empower you. The following questions are designed to help you experience more happiness, excitement, pride, gratitude, joy, commitment and love every day of your life. Come up with two or three answers for each of these questions. If you have difficulty, simply replace “am I” with the words “could I be.” For example, “What could I be happy about in my life right now?”


1. What am I most happy about in my life now? What about that makes me happy? How does that make me feel?
2. What am I most excited about in my life now? What about that makes me excited? How does that make me feel?
3. What am I most proud about in my life now? What about that makes me proud? How does that make me feel?
4. What am I most grateful about in my life now? What about that makes me grateful? How does that make me feel?
5. What am I enjoying most in my life right now? What about that do I enjoy? How does that make me feel?
6. What am I committed to in my life right now? What about that makes me committed? How does that make me feel?
7. Who do I love? Who loves me? What about that makes me loving? How does that make me feel?


If you really want to create a shift in your life, make this a part of your daily ritual. By consistently asking these questions, you’ll find that you access your most empowering emotional states on a regular basis, and you’ll begin to create mental highways to happiness, excitement, pride, gratitude, joy, commitment and love.

Love Her..

Love Her..
When she sips your coffee or drink. She only wants to make sure it tastes just right for U....

Love Her..
When she is jealous. Out of all the men she could have, she chose U..... 

Love her..
When she has annoying little habits that drives you nuts. YOU have them too....

Love her..
When her cooking is bad. She tries for U.....

Love her..
When she makes you watch corny love dramas while sports is on. She wants to share these moments with U....

Love her..
When she spends hours to get ready. She only wants to look her best for U....

Love her..
When she buys you gifts you don't like. She puts in all her savings for U....

Love her..
When often her eyes water suddenly. She actually had a thought of loosing U....


Take time to make her feel special in every way u can & even if u don't ....
SHE'L LOVE U ANYWAY !! 
'coz its never been about her, 
it's always all about U.... 

The Burnt Biscuit

Mom liked to make dinner with extra care. And I remember one night in particular when she had made it after a long, hard day at work. That evening, Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burnt biscuits in front of Dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed.

All Dad did was reach for his biscuit, smiled at Mom and asked me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and ate every bite.When I got up from the table, I remember hearing Mom apologize to Dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said, “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides, a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!

You know, life is full of imperfect things....... and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others’ faults - and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.Because in the end, you are the master of your own life, to be happy or unhappy, to be positive or negative.

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship. Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep it in your own.

So please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine…"

What's Love?

                                  

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest?

- It isn’t love, it’s LIKING.

You can’t keep your eyes or hands off her?

- It isn’t love, it’s LUST.

Are you proud, and eager to show her off?

- It isn’t love, it’s LUCK.

Do you want her because you know she's there?

- It isn’t love, it’s LIKING.

You can’t keep your eyes or hands off her?

- It isn’t love, it’s LONELINESS.

Are you with her because it's what everyone wants?

- It isn’t love, it’s LOYALTY.

Are you with her because she kissed you, or held your hand?

- It isn’t love, it’s LOW CONFIDENCE.

Do you stay for her confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt her?

- It isn’t love, it’s PITY.

Do you belong to her because the sight of her makes your heart skip a beat?

- It isn’t love, it’s INFATUATION.

Do you pardon her faults because you care about her?

- It isn’t love, it’s FRIENDSHIP.

Do you tell her everyday that she is the only one you think of?

- It isn’t love, it’s LIE.

Are you willing to give up all of your favorite things for her sake?

- It isn’t love, it’s CHARITY.

Does your heart ache and break when she is sad?

- Then it's LOVE.

Do you cry for her pain, even when she is strong?

- Then it's LOVE.

Do her eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?

- Then it's LOVE.

Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you to her?

-- Then it's LOVE.

Do you accept her faults because it's a part of who she is?

- Then it's LOVE.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with her faithfully without regret?

- Then it's LOVE.

Would you give her your heart, your life, your death?

- Then it's LOVE.

Now, if love is painful and tortures us so much, why do we love?

Why is it all we search for in life? This pain, this agony...

Why is it all we long for ? This torture, this powerful death of self...

Why?

The answer is so simple...

Because it's LOVE....

Inferno - Dan Brown

Inferno - Dan Brown

“Remember tonight...for it's the beginning of forever.”

- Dante Alighieri

Another master piece from Dan Brown staring the famous Prof. Robert Langdon. Langdon has to solve an ingenious riddle inspired by Dante Alighieri’s Inferno in order to save the entire world from the invention of a fanatic scientist. As always, no one can guess the twists and turns in the plot.

One negative point for the book was that since the backdrop was based out of Italy, it had a lot of Italian language which I could not understand. (In some places, the meaning was not at all clear.) Overall,  an AWESOME BOOK!!!

“The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.”

- Bertrand Zobrist , Inferno, Dan Brown

Chilly Sausage

This is the first recipe in my blog. This label “RECIPES” is dedicated to my dearest hubby who just loves good food.

I hope you all will try it out and like it. J

Chilly Sausages

Ingredients :

• Sausages (I had used chicken sausage, but you can try it out with the other sausages) – 4, sliced
• Onions – 2, medium size, sliced finely
• Green Chillies – 3-4, finely chopped
• Garlic - 4-5 cloves, finely chopped
• Tomato – 1, finely chopped
• Black Peppercorns – 7-9, coarsely ground
• Soya Sauce – 3 tbspn
• Green Chilly Sauce – 2 tbspn
• Oil 

Method :

1. Heat little oil in a shallow pan.
2. Stir fry the sliced sausages for around 3-4 minutes. Add part of the coarsely ground peppercorns. The sausages should be partially cooked. Remove the sausages.
3. In the same pan, add little more oil. Add the finely chopped garlic and saute for 2-3 minutes.
4. Then add the onions, green chillies and the remaining pepper. Cook till the onions are caramalised (they should not be burnt, but should have reduced)
5. Add the soya sauce and green chilly sauce. Stir.
6. Add the chopped tomatoes. Stir till the tomatoes are tender.
7. Add the partially cooked sausages and mix well.
8. Taste and if needed add more sauces and pepper (according to your taste needs).
9. Cover the pan and cook for 5 minutes or till the sausages are done.
10. Serve and garnish with spring onions. Enjoy your chilly sausage J

To the Moon and Back - Jill Mansell

To the Moon and Back - Jill Mansell

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”

-Maya Angelou

Am really happy that I had picked up a Jill Mansell book last time. I must say, she is wonderful. Totally lived up to my expectations. I just couldn’t stop reading it, and the times when I had to, just couldn’t stop thinking about the characters in the book. Just fell in love with Zack and Ellie.  Not to mention the other characters. This book too, like “Take a chance on me” had many characters whose lives were intertwined. At the end, all had a happy ending. J

“Sometimes you just had to take the risk. Maybe it would be a brief but wonderful romance, maybe it would last a lifetime”

- To the Moon and Back , Jill Mansell

"Wrong Number"

     It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no.

     "Ma", he screamed in excitement, "I scored 1191, with cent numbers in 4 subjects." I can't believe it." I kind of became numb in my excitement. My eyes became wet. I kissed him on his forehead and smiled.

     Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no bounds when reporters and media persons soon swamped my house for interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps.

     I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend" to tell him the news...... I was so excited. He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years.

     I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot forget the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many wrong calls..... After that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he had now got the right number of his friend whom he wanted to talk to .We spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each other's names. Though he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never did and so he kept a name...Sweety!! I used to get so shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering student.

     From then he used to call me very often. We almost discussed everything.

     By the final year of my college, we probably were in love, but I had been cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he was of a different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents about it? ........All these questions ran through my mind.

     I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called the next time I lied to him that I was going to Delhi for my post graduation. He gave me his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there. I never called.......

     A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my parent's choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as an obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number friend.......

     My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with him, but he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we had a boy...Yet, I was not very happy with my married life...One day I happened to browse through my diary and found I still had my old friend's office phone number that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke with him. He said he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him though in the bottom of the heart I felt bad that I could not marry him.

     From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I never gave him mine as I felt that would put me in trouble... And till today I almost shared everything with him including my relationship with my hubby.....Today I was so happy and I wanted to call him.

Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died on the spot"

     I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to my hubby properly when he was alive or moved close with him.... I felt I had been a bad wife........

     A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl and said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want my son to go through what I did.

     I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it.There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find,

"Wrong Number Sweety - 26579785"!!!!!

God always puts the right numbers together. It's us who interpret it wrong!!!!!

Fax From God

Fax From God

To : YOU

Date : TODAY

From : GOD

Subject : YOURSELF

Reference : LIFE

This is God. Today I will be handling ALL of your problems for you. I do NOT need your help. So, have a nice day.

I love you.

P.S.

And, remember...

If life happens ro deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do NOT attempt to resolve it yourself!! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (Something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.

Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.

If you find yourself in traffic, don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.

Should you have a bad day at work ; Think of the man who has been out of work for years.

Should you despair over a relationship gone bad ; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and to be loved in return.

Should you grieve the passing of another weekend ; Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.

Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror ; Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.

Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities ; Remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them!

Should you decide to send this to a friend ; Thank you, you may have touched their life in ways you will never know!

Now, you have a nice day,

God

Have You Ever Missed Someone???

Have u ever missed someone and felt terrible because u think that he/she doesn't miss u?

Missing someone is terrible but at the same time, a sweet feeling.

U will be sitting around wondering if u meant anything to him/her.

Thinking if he/she ever cares about u.

Rushing to the phone once it rings hoping that it's him/her.

Looking out of the window hoping that he/she will surprise u by appearing downstairs.

Sitting in front of the television but thinking of him/her, missing the final episode of your favorite show.

Laying on your bed, thinking of the last time u were out together.

Thinking of how nice it will be to sit under the stars again, talking about everything, your dreams, plans, future.

Logging on to the internet hoping to see him/her online.

When u realise that he/she isn't online and did not return your mail, u will start worrying if he/she is okay.


Missing someone is a way of growing up i guess.
It exposes u to loneliness.
It teaches u how to cope with being lonely and let u know that there is actually a feeling known as emptiness.

Sometimes it feels good to miss someone. U know that u really care and u indulge in the
feeling of loving/caring for him/her.

But missing someone and not knowing if he/she is feeling the same is terrible.
U feel as if u are being left alone.

So if u miss someone, tell him/her and let them know.
At the same time, ask if they miss u.

Don't let the feeling of missing someone become jealousy or paranoia.

If u are the one being missed and u know it, let the other party know.
If u miss him/her too, tell them. Don't let them wait.


And if the one you are missing can't/doesn't reciprocate, MOVE ON!!
Life is short, so instead of being hurt & waiting around - Move on!!
Belive in Urself & life, there's someone out there waiting to miss U too!!

Safe Haven - Nicholas Sparks

Safe Haven - Nicholas Sparks

“I don't want expensive gifts; I don't want to be bought. I have everything I want. I just want someone to be there for me, to make me feel safe and secure.”

- Princess Diana 

                                                                           

The movie “Safe Haven” was released and I wanted to read the book before I see the movie. That’s how I started reading the book. It is a good read. I didn’t enjoy it as much as other Nicholas Sparks books. I wished the ending was a little more clear.  Though the twist about Jo was a surprise. It was refreshing.

"Sometimes, starting over is exactly what a person needs. And I think it's admirable. A lot of people don't have the courage it takes to do something like that.”

- Safe Haven, Nicholas Spark

Take a Chance on Me - Jill Mansell

Take a Chance on Me - Jill Mansell

“Just because you've been hurt doesn't mean you should stop loving someone else. Take a chance on love.”  

                                                                           - Unknown

This is my first book by Jill Mansell. I was searching for authors like Sophie Kinsella and I came across this book. I took a chance on Jill Mansell and it was rewarding. I couldn’t put it down. It is a fun, romantic and thorough chick-lit.

Many a time, the scars you get in your teens affect your entire life. Our personality is moulded accordingly. Phobias and fears are instilled. Similar is the case with Cleo, the main protagonist in this plot. The book also shows the lives of Abbie (Cleo’s sister) and Ash (Cleo’s friend and neighbor).

All in all, a good read. Looking forward to reading other books by Jill Mansell.