This poem dedicated specially to my brother :)

Phoolon ka  taaron ka sab ka kehna hai Ek hazaaro mein mera Bhaiya hai  J

Caring hands on my head,

Sweet kiss on my forehead,

Unspoken words of care,

Bonds of forever ties we share,

Stupid fights and mom’s shouts,

Your love I never doubt,

Buns of fun we ate as kids,

That remote control of TV was always a bid, (Haha)

Years of child to teen,

For you this little is always a queen

Zomato, Burrpp are all known, why not try Blogberry this time?

Say "KitaabKhaana Zindabaad"

Standing near one of the book shelves, I whispered to my friend in amazement," Look  there is a dessert counter(my mouth has already started watering), please let us go and have that tempting cheese cake". On the wall behind the counter we read the cafe's name, "Food for thought". The cafe 'Food for thought' in Kitaab Khaana in VT is a double fun when you are a book lover and a foodie too.

The man with the pony tail, the manager, with all his special efforts to welcome, made us feel more cozy and comfortable. The ambience is very classy with the old and the contemporary British architecture. The movie posters on the walls especially the 'Ratatouille' reminds you of the little chef Remy and his culinary skills. With all this excitement, we were quite eager to get our hands on the menu card. Bemused by its choices, we couldn't really decide whether to continue with our diet plans and go with the exotic salads or grab the unhealthy Mumbaiya VadaPav  Sandwich or have the famous Parsi dish 'Dhaansaak'or  just sing 'Jhulelaal' with the Sindhi Koki.

Leaving the guilt for the desserts, we opted for the Paneer Sandwich with Hummus, an unusual combination which left us squabbling over who'd have the last piece. The ingredients of the salads in the menu didn’t make it less interesting. The Tex-Mex salad was the next in our list. It had the coriander dressing with the crunchy peanuts which went superb with the corn, black beans, fresh tomatoes and the greens.

Even though we were stuffed to the brim we couldn't resist and had made our mind to not leave the place without committing the sin. Arguing over the blueberry cheese cake and the chocolate truffle cake for over 5 minutes we happened to see the black board with the Chocolate Decadence chalked on it. The chocolate cookies with the chocolate mousse and the chocolate cream with the chocolate flakes kept us brushing the spoon with the dish over and over again.

The delicacies at this place did not hurt us too much as it is a reasonably priced cafe. While leaving the thought for food at 'Food for thought', your heartbeats will never stop chanting  'Dil Maange More' , thus demanding your frequent visits.

8th colour of a Rainbow - Friendship

Colorful Swing of Life - Dosti Yaari

In ships of love and trust we may forever sail,

Care and Concern we exchange through Mail,

Striking prolific scores in our friendship like Chris Gayle,

tests of thick and thin we may never fail,

Our frolicking fun, let the world have a telltale,

for we are cute bum chums like Chip and dale.

My First attempt at writing a short story

                                                         

The Dancing Umbrella

Amidst the honking horns, the jerking cars, the mushrooming potholes and the splattering drops of the rains, my eyes were gazed at this heavenly beauty. My heart wanting to say ‘Ciao Bella’. The aqua blue kurta paired with neon pink dupatta worked beautifully with white salwar that had host of patterns featured with sour apple greens and bright yellows. It was a perfect ensemble that complimented her fair skin tone. The cute danglings on her tender soft ears and the large blue stone in the metal bracelet on her tiny wrist served as a chic accent. From head to toe this girl was simply bella.

From the corner of my eye, I could see. I could see her waist length hair that ended with countless ringlets and that beautiful strand falling on her forehead repeatedly. The deep blue colored eyes was the kind that you can look into and feel like you are getting lost, the pink rosy lips that you would die to kiss and the cute nose that you would love to play with. The dewy eyed innocence on her face had captivated me.

It took me to the stills from the movie ‘Inception’, “Dream within a dream”. On the spur of the moment, I had a wish; the wish to infiltrate the subconscious of her and implant not an idea but an approval, an approval to have a dance with her; a dance with the magical music of the raindrops and with the perfumes of the wet smell of the mud; a dance with the rhythms of my heartbeat and with the expressions of my love; a dance with an umbrella that protects us from the hustle and bustle of the outside world; a dance with the desire of being in the dream and owning her totem; a dance with no flaws of falling, for which if we fall, we come back to reality; the sad but true reality of me and my bella being only strangers.