At the end of the day faith is a funny thing.
It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle,well, it may not be a castle.And it's not so important - happy ever after, just that its happy right now..
Once in a while,once in a blue moon,people will surprise you ,and once in a while, people may even take your breath away.

 - Grey's Anatomy

Things don't always turn out the way you want them to.

That is all.

Feels nice to be back on my personal space. Wonder why  I quit blogging anyway. Till date, it has been the only effective remedy, a sort of happy place to my nonsensical whirlwind of a life.

So much has happened. So much to say, so much to do. Not blogging had made me feel claustrophobic. It's like I can finally breathe. What would I ever do without my words?

Its 3:22 am. I had a really bad dream. Actually, I really can't say if it's bad. It was.. strange.

So, I'm walking down the street with a cup of Starbucks coffee in one hand and a German Shepherd tagging along on my other. And it's weird because dogs bigger than the size of a tabby cat, freak me out.

Passers-by are staring at me for reasons I can't understand, just when the most adorable Chinese kid tugs on his mum's skirt and points over at me and says "Ma, why does she have blood on her shirt?" 

The mother walks up to me and gives me a hug. "It'll all be alright", she says and walks off. And I'm standing there, all alone in the middle of the street. The dog has wandered off but I still have my coffee and it tastes damn good.

I really don't know what to make of this. What does the blood even mean. And a huge dog? It's like it was guarding me from something. Like it just saved my life, did its job and trotted off. Very strange.

Anyway. Now that I've come back to this space , I finally feel better. I'm never going away.

"Joy can take care of itself, but to get the full value of grief you must have somebody to divide it with."
In this case, it's something, and it's you. Thank you, blog.

I think you can love a person too much. You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

- Handle with Care, By Jodi Picoult 

2:45 am. Nobody that I love is online. Sipping on glucose, and waiting for Sehri. Perfect time for an update.

I love how the sky looks at this time. And how the only sounds I can hear are the clunks of my ceiling fan, the cars on the highway and the occasional cat purring. Beautiful.

The past few days have been nothing less than a turmoil. But right now? I can't feel a thing. It's as if my Intelligious Majoras has gone off to hibernate. Feels lovely to block out, and forget for a while.

I hate decisions. Mostly because I suck at them. Why can't somebody hand me a manual? If only I knew all the answers. Heh. 

Anyboo, life's okay for now. With the last few days of Ramzan left and Eid coming up, I can't help but flash you a smile with all the 28 teeth that I have. I had a haircut, I shopped quite a lot, and I just spoke to 3 of my best friends for more than 2 hours. Sigh. I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I miss college.

And I know I said I hate making decisions. But, you gotta do what you gotta do.
Maybe it's true what they say, that you have to look at life through the windshield, and not the rear-view mirror.

Time for sehri =D. Be nice, love more, hate less. Oh Dee =P

Its 8 am and I'm lying awake, curled up inside my tiny blue blanket - a replacement for my insanely huge dark pink comforter which is at the dry cleaners.
I wonder why I give off unimportant information. Oh yes, maybe because I'm still groggy and can't think of anything else to write. Sorry.
But seriously, I can't wait to get my comforter back. =(

No one will ever understand what it's like.



Ever.

..Daadi ke haath ke laddoo, and aam ka achaar.

Will miss you like crazy, T.B.

- by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,

spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts

for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.

I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck

of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,

hull and spar as she was when she left my side.

And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.

And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"

there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices

ready to take up the glad shout, 

"Here she comes!"

I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

-When Harry Met Sally.

I think that it's one of the most beautiful dialogues I have ever heard. Simply put, yet magical.

When I wake up in the morning everyday with this smile on my face, I now know the reason. I know the reason why all day, all I want to do is watch happy movies, sing and dance along to peppy music and indulge myself. I know what I've missed all along. I know the secret ingredient to not a perfect, but a very pleasant life. And that works perfect. :]

I wish I could forward to two months later. Alongwith something special taking place, I will also officially become a BBA graduate, InshAllah. I can't wait :D

I have SO much to do, btw. Cultural fest Mosaic is coming up. Looking for sponsors is no cakewalk, let alone convincing them. Exams are right after that, and so is the project submission date. There are assignments to be completed and 'n' number of presentations to be done. Freaking roller coaster I am on. But it's okay. I work better under pressure, anyway. And plus, with a daily dose of love and laughter like the past few days? It's stars and rainbows everywhere. :]

Now watching The Notebook for the 289347th time. One of the best romances ever. Gives you a lot of hope, no? :) It's like in this movie, 'Say Anything' : 

"Nobody thinks it will work, do they? No. You just described every great success story. "