Heat is making me Hulk…!!!!

Dear Summer,

Im so, so, sorry i asked you to leave.

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There was a time i used to love writing letters. It was the time when Google and Laptops were kind of technology aliens all ready to take over the world of pen and paper. Seems like a life time ago. I used to love buying good looking diaries and notebooks and notepads, classy pens and pencils. Stationary was my best friend back then. I still have so many diaries in my wardrobe and i wonder what to do with them.

I used to write sorry, thank you and i love you letters to friends who were special to me. I think telling a person how special he or she is on a piece of paper is closest thing to telling it in person. emails, whatsapp, tweets, fb posts are emotion killer. Truth is, I find writing down a small one line thank you on a paper more appealing and personal than pinging someone offline saying “Thank you for being a part of my life and for letting me have you as a friend.”

Anyhow. With the kind of week i have been having i desperately need a Meg Ryan or Winona Ryder movie marathon. Nothing would make me more happy.

 

Happy for Jodie Foster…!!!

The day world would stop judging or labeling love, would be the day of dawn…but sometimes i wonder if Dawn and Hope are nothing but just four letter lazy words…

Anyhow, i feel exhausted right now. mentally and physically.

Goodnight World!

Meet San Francisco and Arizona…!!

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The 3 pictures above are of San Francisco…who comes to our door and starts all MEOW loud and high, till we give her milk…but she is too shy for anyone of us to stay around. We have to put the milk in the bowl and walk few feet back or go back inside, only then she comes out of the hiding place of her. Yes, she has a hiding place, the moment we get her the milk she runs behind a small water tank and keeps looking at us. We go and she come out for her food.

And down below is Arizona. She ain’t no scared or shy. She walks with us to her bowl, waits for her milk and then drinks all happy.

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So, i have a cat named San Francisco…!

When i was this tiny little, very tiny, girl i had a cat. She wasnt like a regular pet, she used to come visit us every other day and a friend and i used to give her milk, play with her and then she used to walk away. She used to come whenever she was hungry. We named her “Dimple”. I dont know remember much about how we named her, who named her and what made her be friends with us. I was in 1st grade. Like 1991.

So, funny thing is, for past few weeks a cat has been visiting us almost daily. I dont know how it started but i think this cat was coming every other day and my mom (who doesn’t like cat much) left a bowl of milk for her outside. And now she is a regular visitor and we give her milk. She is super cute, tiny brown thing that i want to hug but she doesn’t let me get close.

I named her San Francisco. I dont know what’s weird the fact that i have a CAT or that i named her/him San Francisco.

Weird for its like Deja Vu…

It gets interesting because now there are two cats, San Francisco has a friend or a relative who also sometimes visits us for milk. I named that one Arizona.

I think i want to grow old as that lady who has lots of cats and dogs…

Today, i googled on a local animal shelter because i want to go do some donation…Man! i miss my love Snowy so much.

Leaving you guys with super duper cute Minions movie…love minions…

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I’m a Superhero…

Superheroes are basically bunch of liars who also happen to be good fighters, acrobats, experts in web weaving, rope jumpers, rich millionaires, flying experts with cape and owners of expensive cars and guns.

So, I do not have all that but I do know how to lie… I’m a Superhero…

Added new page to the blog…

https://littlemissobsessivesanatomy.wordpress.com/books-that-made-little-smile-cry/

Now im reading some crime fiction but i kind of miss reading The Book Thief. Have downloaded the  movie too, but i know the book is always better. Sarah’s Keys was beautiful book but the movie was okay kind.

Goodnight world!

Leaving you guys with a sweet song from a band im in love with Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes…

I’m going to miss Liesel Meminger because i finished reading ‘The Book Thief’…finally

I am a person who can watch a horror flick all alone with no one in the room, but i cant face truth, abandonment and heartache. I fear no ghost, however I do fear getting attached and then being left all alone with heartache.

Today I will tell you something about me, which a shrink would tell me if I ever went to see one. But I already know this. I suffer from fear of saying goodbye even to the most non-existent and materialistic things in life such as a fictional character, a story, a book, a pen, a beautiful coffee mug or just a good movie.

There is a reason why I often tend to get stuck in between a story I’m writing or a book I’m reading. I get scared of the fact that the ending is near, so I try to avoid writing much or I distract myself with silly things, endless number of TV shows or songs to make sure I read nothing or close to a page or two because I don’t want the book to end. True story, crazy but totally true.

But not only have I started writing again, I also finally spent my whole day reading and I finally managed to finish “The Book Thief”. No more excuses, no mores distractions, no more fear of saying goodbye to Liesel Meminger and her Papa. I just sat and read, even when I was around people I read.

There are books I can read again, books I would like to have with me if I’m ever stuck on an island all myself. These books have people I love, stories that made me cry and smile, feel real human emotions and these books have their own share of pain which for some reason made me forget mine.

I think I’m now going to dedicate a page to my top favourite books and sure “The Book Thief” would be there. I never thought it’s possible to see Death as anything else but a morbid sad phenomenon. Markus Zusak gave a voice to death in such as way that all I wanted to do was not finish the book. Because I was scared that once its over, i would no longer read more about what happened on Himmel Street.

I won’t give the story, but if you don’t mind reading a little dark but painfully beautiful story about a German girl in a Nazi Germany then my friends this is your book.

The last book that left an impression on me this big was “Perks of being a Wallflower” for I still crave to re-read it again, only I don’t.

Thankyou #DigitalDaggers…

Last night I wrote 1300 some words for Dominique part II, yes you heard it right. I still haven’t finished the Part 1 and now I have few pages for part 2 with me.

What? how? why?…well, for past few months I have been struggling with a block because I had stories inside my head but I couldn’t write them down. Just couldn’t. There was this one particular story that I narrated to a friend who loved it, the concept. He asked me to work on it, because he would love to read it. So I thought cool I can do that. But I couldn’t. I would sit and stare at the plain MS word document.

Yesterday I had a dream, true story, I’m talking to some writer don’t know who and I’m asking the person how do you work on a book when you have two or three different stories banging and colliding with each other in a tiny head of yours. I woke up with no answer, I went to work, I worked, I sulked, I drank coffee and I listened to music and BANG #Epiphany.

Universe from some corner threw an idea to me. It hit me and I was like “That’s it”. I mean here i was listening to Digital Daggers and i just saw the whole story right in front of my eyes with the song being a perfect background score.

So simple, I had it all right in front of me. I merged the two stories because come one weren’t they meant to be. The story goes like this -you can’t work on A cause you are thinking of B and you can work on B cause A is still at the back of your mind. So you club A and B…TaDa!

So my friends, I think I’m back…I think…Cheers…

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