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The Promenade - IV

Chapter 6
Along the sea side

For the next half hour, we went to craft stores and roadside stalls.
My friend bought 2 pretty crochet lanterns for her home to be at Adelaide. I got a pretty lavender stoned "Neckley" (as the boy called it), bracelet and ear rings set at a great bargain. We walked along, took more photographs. Checked out more craft exhibitions.

We spent a while sitting in one of those beach side seat-enclaves and played around with shadows.

It was a pleasant time, when we didn't talk too much. Happy memories, and calm with the company.
They say you know you've got a real friend, when you can sit next to each other for a period of time, without talking, without feeling the need to and without feeling awkward at the silence.

I know we'd long since reached that level of comfort, but this was a nice moment- time, nevertheless.

When we felt fulfilled and ready to go (considering the 4 hr journey time ahead too ;)) we set off back to the bus station.


Chapte…

The Promenade - III

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Chapter 5
Funnestness !!!

I loved it ! I loved it! I loved it! I loved it!!!!
The next 45 mins were probably the BEST of 2011!!

To explain why, I gotta give you a mental idea about the place.
The Promenade hotel is a 5 star boutique hotel. It is gorgeous from all angles. Every direction you look is literally picture perfect! It had the quaint Italian cafe feel on one side, sophisticated french restaurant inside, breezy sun umberrella-d feel on the other. A midst this was a small cosy pool, that was situated on a lower level. Stone stars led to the pool, surrounded by flowering trees and beach chairs.

Being 2 young women with a camera, and unlimited access to all the prettiness, oh boy did we go crazy!

It was like a half hour photo shoot for each of us.

I can't describe how or why I loved that place so much. SO much I wanted to just stay there forever. I never stopped smiling once when I was there. I was soooo happpeeee !!! Apparently in true love, you can never quite put your finge…

The Promenade - II

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Chapter 4

The Promenade Hotel

This hotel was along the beach side, a little further down from the cafe. First sight, if I had to use one word to describe it, I'd say it looked calm.
Since it was 2.45 pm by the time we reached there, there weren't too many people there. We two exhausted travelers flopped onto a nice comfortable sea facing sofa.


You know what they say about overall dining experience? This was it!

The food was not french :P It was not my definition of yum looking. We didn't even order dessert because it was too late. But it was delicious. I had spaghetti with basil, olive and something else. Olive turned out to be olive oil, and the basil was ground, making my spaghetti look greeeen. And I can be plenty skeptical and picky about food, and I'm vouching for it. It was yum, filling, without making one feel stuffed.

You know, though I live in a sea side city, I've never had a sea facing meal! I was surprised at this discovery. Especially since the effect i…

The Promenade - I

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Prologue

I heard somewhere that there are 2 kinds of happiness in this world, and my friend added one more type.
  The kind you feel when you're remembering a pleasant past incident is one,    The kind you feel when thinking of an inviting future/ moment in the future, and finally, the happiness you feel at the moment.The  peace, bliss, contentment and lightheartedness that spreads from within the core of your being till the tingly sensation you feel at your fingertips. This kind will probably eventually turn into type 1, after the moment has passed. But that moment, it feels like that's what we live for - Moments like those. 
We all make plans, build up expectations, imagine the future playing out perfectly in our heads - things we see, dialogues exchanged, looks passed, feelings felt. All wonderfully choreographed and directed a thousand times - attention given to every minute detail - before the moment arrives. Sometimes, what we end up with is a grave disappointment (Like the cl…

Foot-life-ball

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I'm currently BAM in the middle of whats turning out to be be quite an interesting Fight-come-argument.
Over the course of the many texts, which followed a phone slamming, I was called defensive quite a few times.

First time she said it, along with calling me sarcastic, and insincere (because I refused to a sorry, when I wasn't sorry - but apparently should have to seem like a sincere friend) and that I'm someone who loses all her friends after one fight.

Funny thing is, I stopped talking to 1 person. Who, if I remember right, was also very interested in naming people.....'s characteristic, like that defined all of them. And it's not even like I stopped, we went from talking quite a lot to keeping in touch occasionally ...very sporadically. Not the "I hate you, I wont be on the same land as you" type, definitely.

So back then, I remember she was there through that whole phase.
And I completely understand why she might think I completely cut off people aft…

10 Random Things

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1.I'm a lyrics girl
2.My prof said girls always succeed when the propose

3.I feel hope is too over rated.
4.After a fight, it takes a while to start missing the person, but sometimes, that time also tends to have you getting used to life without that person.
5.I'm most comfortable when I don't feel the need to put something into words.
6.Poetry makes a lot more sense when read sitting on the grass below a big huge tree.
7.You can tell I'm out of sorts, if I don't feel hungry on time. (Chocolate craving doesn't count as hunger)
8.I believe in magic. A bit more than I believe in God. But I'm angry at God, so I might be biased right now.
9.My biggest fear right now is that I might over think myself out of my emotions.
10.Maintaining a state of peace and equilibrium demands a lot more sacrifices than I expected. I'm making them anyway.


Crushed crush

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My blog's readers probably noticed that I leave my blog unattended when life is all happy happy.
Initially I used to feel guilty, but I guess, my blog knows that every time I'm blissfully happy, I write a blog post in my head, but am so happily living in the moment, that I never get around to penning it down here.
Since that's a part of Imaginative Realist, my blog's fine with me. And we're happy children.

Now am back here, and yup life ain't so great at THIS moment.
Despite the ball room dancing (*mini Darcy dream*) session that's gonna happen tonight.

Why am I so sad? My crush, whom I shall not name, of the better part of the past year is dating someone now.
I found out from a friend today. I was in a meeting, so I'd left my phone unattended, and the little message box waiting for me. I open it, read it twice, and I could feel the aura around me go from sunshiney and sparkly (like earlier today) to dark ...gloomy... eye shodaowy... black. Inky black.

My Nightmare

I woke up at 3.30 AM, to the feeling of someone pulling at my toes.
Images of people in white, covered in splashes of blood, body parts missing, on an open bus, raiding the streets harassing others for body parts still vivid in my head. The instinct to protect my mom and my sister still strong and real. And of course, the heart that wouldn't stop racing.
The last time I had a nightmare was definitely more than 4 months ago.
Getting a nightmare is no big deal, I don't stay terribly afraid for a long time that night. All that stopped when I was a kid. It's just that feeling of unrest that prevails. If I had a nightmare, I used to hold my mom's hand and go back to sleep. And all was well again. That was long ago too.  For the past 4 years, every time I had a nightmare I used to call him or message him. Even if he were asleep, and all I did was text my nightmare, it still felt fine. Because I had gotten it out of my system. When I was at my college hostel for 2 years, I always ha…

The Couch

Do you know that feeling when you're super exhausted...tired and hungry
When you get home, and just go bonk on the couch
Too exhausted to move
Hungry
But you know there is nothing to eat
Thirsty as hell,
All that's left to drink is water. Plain H2O
You reach out for it, and drink a small sip.
You feel empty, and this little gulp helps a bit.

At first you decide to rummage through your supplies,
Look for something
Anything
To re-energize yourself.
You find nothing
Except that you're more exhausted now

You go back to the couch

You don't move because moving would mean exhausting a bit more of the precious little energy you have left

And just lie there, taking occasional sips of water.


I'm Letting Go

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Letting go doesn't require taking up a course that uses ALL of your mind space
Letting go doesn't require jumping into a relationship to replace something else that you lost.
Letting go doesn't require relocating to a different city to try and restart
Letting go doesn't require trying something completely new just so you feel on the edge
Letting go doesn't require taking time off and trying to desperately think your way out of it
Letting go doesn't require obsessing till depression

Letting go doesn't require pretending it never mattered anyway
Letting go doesn't require numbing yourself

Letting go doesn't always require torrents of tears

Letting go doesn't require a bottle of Vodka.

Letting go doesn't mean that the love you felt was never real,
Letting go doesn't mean that those memories will leave you or become meaningless.


Letting go just needs you to accept that you will be fine without whom/ what you let go.

I will be fine.
Because I …

Incomplete music

“Sing with me! It’ll be fun!!”
“Isn’t the cliché supposed to be ‘dance with me’ ?!” She laughed.
“I’m not joking. C’mon!”
It was an on the spot singing competition being held at a mall, hundreds watching.
“I might be able to carry a pitch or two, but I most definitely can’t sing.”, “The audience will get nightmares for years and years to come” she added dramatically.
“Eva…”
“Which song?”
“Incomplete”
“It’s not even a duet, why do you need me for?! Go sing it, and I’ll be here cheering you on”
Eva..
He had a way of saying her name, that had always made her give in.
You couldn’t call them best friends. They didn’t hang out together a lot. But, when they were together, there was an easy comfort about them.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Don’t ever make me do something like that again!!”
His laugh was soft as he said, “You were amazing.”
The simple way he said it, like a statement and not an exclamation made her smile.
Her smile made him slightly embarrassed, so he quickly changed the topic.
“What do you …