That Kohl Eyed Indian Girl

The stick was diminishing.It costed me 600.Thanks to my obsession of Brands,I only use German Cosmetics.My Chambor Kajal.The one and only make up product I swear by.This Kajal is water proof and smudge free and guess what,it stands besides me whenever I have a heart break,Whenever I am crying or have emotional outbursts,it helps me by keeping my fish shaped eyes fresh.One line and no one can ever make out whether I had cried the whole night. I remember when in class 9th I was appointed as the monitor as I was the most talkative student.They had tried zillions of ways by making me shut my mouth.But how can,how can a person with such focused emotional eye ever stay quiet??Yes I blabbered.I still do.But the dimensions have changed. Earlier I was just a kid who talked a lot.Relationship advices.A friend in need.The meanings of a girl who blabbered have changed.They evolve and absolve.Till the time my identity takes a hundred new forms. Now they say,I am a girl who can be enticed easily.

Im a Girl,recently married and I will excessively show it off on Facebook-   I feel my Facebook wall is planning a conspiracy against me.Whenever I open  it I find girls either getting married,taking Pheras,or honeymooning in Kerala or Mauritius with a title- "With my Jaanu" .First of all i have this serious disgust for the word “Janu”. It is a modified version of the Urdu word Jaan which means “The life in your soul”. Well come on how many of you who got married are really so deeply in love???I mean do you actually got married to the one you love or was it arranged by some Bua,Maasi,Chaachi or any other aunty in your family?Ok well in case you married the love of your life,probably your college friends already know how many break-ups and patch ups you had.Well what i wish to say is its completely fine if you are expressing your happiness but please avoid the silly pet names you keep for your lover.Don’t tell it to us.We are not really interested.Why do you sho

The dreams at 4 am are weird,they carry a sense of belonging with them.They are almost real,carved out of that wish which could never be fulfilled.This morning was no different,I visualized her crystal clear. I lived our last moment again.                    She was about to leave Bangalore,perhaps forever.It was me who didn't even feel like meeting her for One last time.For the first time she didn't argue.Because she wanted to meet me.One last image of mine which she craved for.                    We met at Sony Signal Koramangla.I waited for her standing.She was arguing with the auto Rikshaw driver over fares.She always did.Once she also negotiated with the auto Rikshaw driver by offering him a sodexo meal coupon.May be she was still a child at heart,which I could never see.She was three years younger to me.But in humanity,I feel she way way elder.                    I saw her with a new haircut that day,though she was an extremely simple girl and hardly ever behaved like