I need not look too far… for Joy begins from the very 4 walls of our home – my dad. There must have been a very good reason his parents chose that name for him in the first place. Many years later he chose a life partner named GLADYS (doubling the JOY with gladness) – Talk of a PLAN! …and ofcourse many many years later, I was born… you know, to balance it all out.

How then, could I let go of an opportunity to write on the one topic that is probably closest to my heart?

When it comes to me, I’ve always chosen joy over the more materialistic things like money, gifts and physical benefits. However, this topic – today, gives me the wonderful opportunity to talk about the joy of teaching (I do think training sounds fancier) As many things of my life has happened out of sheer trial and error methods – teaching did too. Yes, I call myself an ‘English Educator’ and I train students/company employees or any ethusiastic person wanting to improve their communication skills.

What started as an option, developed into a passion and now earns my daily bread. From young kids (as small as in the 3rd standard) to money-earning adults and retired men/women, I’ve had the pleasure of training them all – in what they call the Queen’s Language – English

Did I just hear Chiradeep say, “Savio, Why don’t you put a flier or two up here?

Teaching/Training has never felt like a job, its just hours well spent in a place other than home – interacting with different ages, personalities and not to mention a few characters (that for some reason are found mostly in classrooms) It gives me so much joy to impart something that I am good at, to someone who needs the skill to improve quality of life. Because my teachers always told me, if one wants to learn/improve his/her speaking ability, and if you are in a position to help them out – DO IT.

you aren’t just helping them to learn a language but also to aquire a much needed SKILL

and I’ve always been of the belief that:

when you’re good at something, you shouldn’t keep it to yourself – you need to share it with the world.

If it so happens that you make a career out of it, you’ll never have to to work a day in your life – you’ll be getting paid for something you truly love and enjoy doing. And what’s better doing something that makes you smile with minimum effort. Sounds like a great idea – doesn’t it?

Teaching does take effort, more so the preparation that goes into a lesson that needs to be taught, but when your students who equally enjoy the task of learning as much as you enjoy teaching it, come together – the joy of being in the same room is instantly doubled – and I live for those moments.

Life need not need to be complicated or strenous, if we only know how to make a moment, a situation, an event joyous – it doesn’t take much effort – a little kindness, a genuine smile with a healthy conversation and we’re good to go.

Back in the day, when I was in college – it was the much smaller joys that brought friends together – bonding over oily samosas, tying of friendship bands, sharing ice-creams,  leaving our bikes at the bus-stand  just so we could travel by the same bus to college together. How fortunate for our generation, that we got a chance to do these little things. Aren’t we like the luckiest people ever?

The generation-now/Millennials need to understand this more than ever.

Binging on Netflix and playing online games don’t come close to giving one joy that an outdoor activity could give, however small it may be. Sometimes doing the simple things, goes a long way in living a quality life.

People actually remember the smaller things and tend to forget the bigger events – or is it the other way round?

As for me, I’ll remember the food, the music and where the chairs and tables were strategically placed but the chances are very high, that I’d actually forget the married couples name (incase of a wedding reception) – but then again, that’s ME.

See, I told you – the food items are the smaller joys to an otherwise larger event called the Wedding Reception.


While I’m sure everyone out here associates death with a negative emotion – because of what we’ve been told by the generations gone by and of of course seen as well – how people react to death – with tears, sadness and morose.

But what if I told you;

Death could also be – well, not a happy emotion – but a transitional phase that is necessary – simply because, along with all the sadness that death brings with it, it more importantly comes with a realization, a different kind of responsibility and a whole new window to a life above and beyond…. the concerned person (who has passed on) has now become your pillar on which you build/strengthen and base your life principles on.

Does that sound like a bad thing?

Stairway to heaven

No one can take away the associations, memories or the learnings from people who have passed on… their wisdom/knowledge will always be in-valuable – especially if they are our close family members. But when we hold on, for too long – that’s where the situation of a transition may take much longer than it should.

Have you lost someone who has been very close to you?

Many of us will have a ‘Yes’ answer to that question.

Well, I haven’t, at least not as yet: the people who are closest to me are still around, and I couldn’t be blessed more for the same. I know it will happen someday, and whether I’d be prepared for that day – is anyone’s guess.

While some of my friends mock me saying –

“you talk about death… like you know it. You don’t know it unless you go through it.”

And while I don’t mind their words, as harsh as it sounds – maybe they are right, but I do also have my own thoughts on the subject too.

Death according to me – is an eventuality, we all WILL get there eventually – so why do we give it so much importance anyways?

A lot of people have died around – neighbours, friends, acquaintances etc, but none of who I had any special relation with, so it could be that this post, may turn out just the way I’d want it to – not emotional, but a very practical take – addressing the topic at hand.

Surprisingly, I would happen to know more about death and talk about it, to otherwise in comparison to any another subject. However, my family members do not approve-more so my dad. He thinks, the mere mention of the word ‘death’ is of a person being in a negative state of mind. The old Generation, I tell you!!

It is in times like these, when the Indian head movement can actually be put to good use, not necessarily in agreement but.. you know… “go ahead, I am listening till you finish what you have to say.

Coming to the actual person who has passed on (died), we clearly do not know what lies ahead in that journey, but what we do know is – it is supposedly the better life on the other side, which strangely reminds me of a Netflix show I watched, by the name of ‘The Good Place’ – now that was one show, I could resonate with totally, not because I understood the whole dynamics of life before and after death, but just that the show spoke aloud about…. well, I’m not going to tell you the story, you will just have to go and watch it yourself. You’d surely love it – that’s a guarantee.

Living life is all about the process, and the one chance we get at living it – if we do a good enough job, the eventuality, that is Death, need not necessarily stand for sadness, it can otherwise be a Celebration a celebration of leading a fulfilled life, a life full of happiness, satisfaction and joy – and if we think deeper, isn’t that what we all strive for in our everyday life?

Death is the END, but then again the end doesn’t happen without a grand entry and the dance in-between. Do all that well and the rest will look after itself.

To Death!… and the life beyond it.


“I think we all want to get older—we just want to age well.

Continuing from the whole ‘Aunty’ & ‘Uncle’ take from yesterday’s article – I’m not gonna lie – I’ve had my share of being called ‘Uncle’ myself BUT let’s be honest here, (I’ve been called out by much younger boys and girls – more like half my age) it actually made me feel that I have grown up, and that there exists people who are younger to me…

The thing is:

You get actually get work done when people actually think you’ve reached the Uncle-Aunty phase, like have someone offer you a seat in public transport or come up to you for advice or simply look up to you as their role-model. I’ve had these privileges, I’m not complaining and I haven’t even touched 40 as yet!

However, in India it isn’t so much about ‘age’ when we talk about transitioning to the next level, its just that with age – we take up more responsibility, find ourselves in mature relationships, earn money to sustain ourselves and with the stress that comes along with the above three factors, we tend to look different – either not looking after ourselves health wise due to lack of time or because we have more important priorities to life than beauty.

Of course, when we talk about men, beauty doesn’t necessarily play much of a role – while we still have thick levels of hair (on our head of course) and a minus-paunch body, we’re good to conquer the world. Any other look besides that… and life gets tough. The Bollywood movie ‘Bala’ immediately comes to my mind, that was such a relatable movie on so many counts.

“There are many theories of aging. My theory is I’m more awesome.”

Life has its own way of showing us, how we evolve and transition from one phase to another. We tend to look back at the one we’ve passed, more than looking forward to the one we are transitioning into. At the age we find ourselves now, it is probably the age where-in all the magic happens. We’re slotted right in the middle, we aren’t young enough to live the carefree life nor are we old for lives to be dictated by medication.

We are embarked on a wonderful journey of life, Yes! They’ll be the ups, the odd down’s .. but that’s life’s way of carving an individual out into the amazing people we turn out to be going ahead, changing, transforming and transitioning ourselves, getting ourselves ready.. to what’s coming next!

While living in India – the Uncle and Aunty culture is well rolled out in the DNA of every growing child, so, the next time, we’re are called out by that ‘tag’ – be proud that we’ve grown out from that young adult phase into a mature human being, and that a child is actually showing/giving us the respect, WE deserve in the first place, and if we’re lucky enough… returning home from a tired day at work or from the market place with a heavy bag of groceries and the sweet boy from the building asks you:

Aunty, can I help you carry your bag?

Go ahead and accept the generous offer, you might as well take it – such offers don’t come out too often from today’s children.


A shout out to all those, who for even ONCE in their lifetime, has ever taken the initiative to lead, teach, guide…show the way ahead or simply be the light to a fellow HUMAN being – This post is dedicated to YOU.

While the whole world talks about Parents being the backbone to a growing individual – it is the ‘Mature-Adult-figure(s) in one’s life that create, mold, and transform the behavior, life, and social patterns of an individual. The paths leading to it are many; however, the goal remains constant

– A Good Human Being.

Parenting isn’t something which can be taught, it comes naturally with age, maturity and responsibility. And by parenting, I am not ONLY referring to the roles a ‘mother-and-father’ play n the life of a particular individual, BUT for each one of us, going about setting another onto the correct path.

With every young person, there is always a young-er person to guide and show the light to, in the same way, we have an older person for every adult – to learn from.

Let us stop for a minute and think – about the journey from being a child to looking after one – the positive changes, the open mindedness – and as we think back to the ‘good ol’ days’ we can’t help but say to ourselves;

“it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to embrace some of the simple pleasures rather than the indulging in today’s fast-pace, tech-driven world.”

Oh! What do Parents have to go through these days!

While we live in a world where there are researches being conducted on the different aspects of life – it shouldn’t come as a surprise that ‘parenting’ is right up there with being one of the most widely researched topics –  as to what are ‘good parenting techniques’. Whether they’ve set down a to-do list or added a few pointers that will work for the ‘millennium parent’ – one thing is guaranteed for sure – As role models we need to keep innovating and re-inventing ourselves every day, for children look up to their elders and copy them, modeling their lifestyles with what they see hear and witness from situations around them.

The responsibility of raising healthy, happy, well-adjusted kids can sometimes feel overwhelming, being constantly bombarded with expert advice and societal expectations, often missing out on the informal support that parents half a century ago received from neighbors’ and extended family. Of course, times have changed, and then along with time, people have changed too. We are after all living in an ever-changing world. Our parents and grandparents had different approaches to raising children than probably what we use nowadays. Their ways were not necessarily ‘bad’ but rather. I would say ‘different’ simply due to a rather different cultural and social scenario than what we face in today’s day and age.

While we can note down reasons as to how life has changed for the millennium parent;

  • Balancing family & career,
  • The competitive world in which a child is found in
  • The repercussions of a ‘NO’ answer on a child
  • The situation of Activity = Productivity

..what we fail to understand is, while a child needs all of the above – yes, he still is very much a child and needs to enjoy this phase without the pressure of expectations. As parents, sometimes we tend to over think and in turn overdo.

I am going to go a step further and say: The Explosion of information available, has made it extremely hard to parent kids nowadays. Child Psychology, yet another branch of study that is being researched a lot. So, if we think that our kids are blasted with tons of information, waiting to be grasped – parents are no less oblivious to what is out there, which even at the age we are at, the learning never stops, however different the subject may be.

As a parent however, I would want to ask myself the question:

Do I . . .

  • encourage an open communication between ‘us’?
  • build enough trust and safety between ‘us’?
  • help my child be trustworthy in relationships?
  • keep ‘us’ close even when there are conflicts?

Our parents and grandparents had excellent ‘parenting skills’ back in the day, and that’s how we turned out to be great – didn’t we? I’m sure we are doing the best we can – of course not necessarily in the same style. The perfect concoction of ‘a little of the old and a dash of the modern’ we are sure to make ‘parenting’ look good. 

A friend once asked me, How does it feel living with parents? A world traveler that she is, is often found to be living out of a suitcase, briefly perched at different locations across countries & continents. I didn’t have a ready made answer to give her – but I did remember saying something like “We take turns playing parent” and that is the beauty of living with the family, it isn’t necessarily about 1 or 2 persons holding down the fort, but for anyone who can, on any specific day show us the way.

While at the beginning I mentioned:

…anyone who has ever taken the initiative to lead, teach, guide…show the way ahead or simply be the light to a fellow HUMAN being – the ‘Mature-Adult-figure(s) in one’s life that create, mold, and transform the behavior, life, and social patterns of an individual. The paths leading to it are many; however, the goal ALWAYS remains constant

The Good Human being.

In the week ahead, we look forward to reading more about the same, and by that, I do not always mean the conventional way.



If you’ve watched ‘Russel Peters’ – the Indian turned Canadian – stand-up comedian, you’d probably be very familiar with the above phrase. That is what his father always told him. My Father of course never did – however, it always seemed to be implied. After a certain age, a boy just knows, he needs to be a man – or at best try his best to act as one.

And on the other hand, the common phrase used by women globally that “Boys never grow up” is probably correct to some extent as well. We actually don’t and admitting than women know better about us that we know about ourselves – is always the right thing to do, they do know so much more.

It then, boils down to a series of 2 questions that need to be asked:

Do boys ever grow up to be Men?


Are Men just older version of boys in long sleeve shirts and neatly ironed trousers?

It’s said that girls naturally become women, but boys become men only with proper guidance and taking specific steps and actions.

A girl or a woman cannot guide a boy through this process, only the community of men can do it.

The above statement can be highly debatable from different sections of society, surely – we aren’t getting there. But then again – when a boy is pushed out into the world to do things that he must find his own solutions for, it is only then the male instinct kicks in – to find, explore and come out with a way along with this tribe to be able to have the satisfaction of showing rewards for the completion of a certain task.

Fathers on the other hand are instrumental in the early transitioning of the boys’ life, playing a massive role in helping his boy to be a man.  Officially a “boy” is the same thing as a man, the only difference being, the labels of “young” and “youthful” attached to it.

So when does the transition begin to happen – if at all it does? It does differ from individual-to-individual, while for some it happens gradually, for others it is more of a sudden “level-up”. Transition happens when one stops dwelling on trivial things and begins to understand that there’s more to life.

Transitions can be expected or unexpected welcomed or unwelcomed, chosen or imposed, sudden or gradual. Of course, taking all the options above into consideration: our natural tendency is to resist change in our routines.

However, if we look much closer, the transition is more in the mind than anything else – “One doesn’t become an adult, one just learns to act like one”. Transition is about milestones that people gather along life’s path – be in person, professional, academic, athletic or in business – not missing out on the development and maintaining of successful relationships, sex and fatherhood. We cannot single out any on of these that define the transition of a particular individual. It is a journey that happens invisibly unless we decide to pay more attention to it.

I am all of a Man with 39 completed years behind me. You’d think by now, I’d know to do the right thing, take the take the right decisions and fulfill the duties of an almost 40 year old. I also understand the roles and responsibilities that come along in the age bracket I fall into, but like many – I fall short at many places.

If I have to call myself a man today, the transition from a boy to a man would have had taken place somewhere along life’s path – and I was probably oblivious to it. Yes, life moves on from ‘study’ to ‘work’ – from the ‘single’ journey to a ‘married one’ – but is that enough indication that we’ve grown up – that the transition has taken place? We all probably have to answer that question for ourselves.


What happens when two perfect strangers meet up on a socializing site in a quest to know each other? Ever thought of the idea that two strangers who didn’t know the other existed (until they found each other) turn out to be two people who care for each other and enjoy each other’s company, and maybe fall in love? – 8 months down the line … and counting – to eventually find out it was only 10 kms that set us apart from each other.  Strange as it may seem – Marriages are not the only relationship’s that are made in heaven (as toast-masters claim to say at weddings) – but Friendships are made there too, and its only left to us to find each other on Earth – and in “her” I found a true companion, a faithful friend and a wonderful extended family – It was about “ us “ – and our journey as it started and how it continued to move on, early as we may called it – This was our story – our new beginning – our friendship… which started in the virtual world, facing a computer screen, developed into telephone calls, and eventually blossoming into a beautiful understanding of being with each other – be it in person or having each other in thoughts, it is the pleasure of having someone you can call your ‘ own special friend ‘ your  ‘own special someone’.

I introduce you to “her” -sweet, cute, sensitive, and having an adorable smile, the elder of two sisters, mum & dad. She was one of the cutest gals I’d met, it took me 27 years to have found this ‘pearl’, hiding somewhere in the midst of a quiet & picturesque village of our very own Goa. As for myself, I resided in the midst of the hustle-bustle commercial capital of Goa, the younger of 2 siblings.

It all started on a hot lazy afternoon, it was a Sunday I recollect-logged on to the google server, logged onto the orkut network, browsed through all the pretty goan girl profiles, stumbled onto one certain profile which caught my eye, and what did I see? A display picture showing of a petite young girl, sitting by the staircase – I thought to myself  ‘we should be friends’ typed along a scrap which said

‘hi, like to be friends?’

a few days passed and I received a reply – then on what started with a single scrap reply, we exchanged mobile numbers and got talking to each other. On getting to know each other better, we got to know that the families knew each other way before we met. Call it a slice of luck, or destiny – it seemed we were meant to meet.

It was not long before, that we were to meet in person after long hours of talk, frequent exchange of sms’s – All of this thanks to the friendly AIRTEL network – which went by its then tagline “Express Yourself”. THE DAY had finally arrived – I awoke wee hours into the morning, in anticipation of how the day would unfurl, a little bit of nervousness, a little bit of excitement, filling my day with all the positive vibes. Everything seemed fine, I was now feeling a little confident as her bus neared to its halt, and there got down 2 young girls – as I watched from a corner which of the two could be “her” – then came that adorable smile from a distance, at once I knew she was the one! It seemed she recognized me, even before I could lay my eyes on her. She was this cute girl next-door type, innocent smile, and a sparkle in her eye, at that moment, it all seemed that life had come to a standstill. We spoke all the way back to her place, driving through a busy highway, lush green fields to finally reach her hometown – a good 25-minute drive from town, I didn’t speak much, I thought I’d give her a chance and I would listen.. and boy! wasn’t I not disappointed.

I met the parents and as serious as it sounded “meeting the parents”, the reality was quite the opposite. Her parents came across as people who on talking to could put anyone at ease almost immediately; it did not seem as if we were meeting for the first time. While conversations flew amidst smiles and small talk, “she” was standing beside me all the while-little did I realize….

The feeling of having someone stand really close to you… is kind of un-explainable; it surely was for me those few moments. Time surely passes by fast when you’re having a good time, we were nearing dusk.

We spoke, we met, the families met-what was next I thought? I spotted her again the coming week at Church, talk of distractions… there she was, she had left her hair lose; she looked quite the stunner! …dressed very well in an off-white blouse and skirt, walking confidently to her seat-as my eyes followed her direction.

While bumping into each other at Church services wasn’t really enough of “we” time, we thought we’d take a few time out of a day and spend it with each other. As I made a dash to the main door, dad called out. On turning back – he just smiled, I knew what that smile meant, it is after all a father-son thing! On reaching her residence to pick her up, greeted her folks and set off no sooner – her mom wished us a great time. Something about parents sensing the obvious, though we were keeping it really cool.

An evening to look forward to..

On deciding where to start off with, we thought we’d head down to the beach stretch. No sooner we reached, we were among jolly goans enjoying a Sunday evening at the beach-we decided we’d walk by the shoreline, as we walked, we talked-we were not quiet there! But as we shared, we got to know each other better… time ticked, and it seemed my tummy was asking me questions (didn’t quite know if it was just butterflies or hunger) – I took the more obvious choice, and asked “her” if she’s like to join me for dinner. We both agreed on a place  by the beach would have a lot of nosey goans trying to figure out permutations-combinations about ‘us’, hence we drove on to the more quieter  side of the village side-and parked into one such simple yet elegant restaurant – A quiet dim-lit restaurant catering to  the ‘special ones’, who liked their evening to be just perfect. The night seemed special for the simple reason that we had each other for company, the food and drink did not matter-the music played along as we ate at ease with water-melon juice to accompany. As we continued on into the night, we drove by the lonely roads of GOA, leading us from one beach road to the other. I then put my arm around her, as she laid her head by my shoulder, as the wind blew through the window, getting us into what was a now a very romantic mood setting. As we went along, what we did not realize was that time caught up on us-it was past midnight, and it was getting way past bedtime, hence we drove home to a smiling mum & dad at the gate (to my surprise), not before she gave me a kiss on my cheek to only say

I had a wonderful time’

No sooner than we met for the first time… Many more meetings, that brought us closer to each other in many ways than one……a few months down the line, yes! We hit it off, and we hit off so well – that anyone who saw us together would say that we were in love with each other, well we were, at times we held hands, and other times I put my arm around her-we kept sending lovey dovey sms’s to each other, exchanged feelings openly, went shopping together…. You get the picture!! Parents meet parents, questions were asked by neighbors. To an extent that even an out station trip was done especially for time to be spend together with each other, future plans were being chalked out about marriage, housing, and children and our future in general. We moved at fast pace, and in all I wasn’t even aware we went that far – Thankfully not that far that we could not return back!! To sum it all, I had to apply the brakes – Somewhere! Somehow!

I took it all out on ‘her’, I broke the heart of the girl who I was made KinG of and ruled her kingdom until that day!

Not exactly with words said, but deafening silence….with no explanations given!

It was the 1st day of a new year!  …..

What did I do? Was I even thinking then? Wait! I wasn’t thinking at all in the first place! I surely wasn’t aware of what I did, but life went on. It was here that Life taught me the lesson, but only after the mistake was made. Could I have done it any other way – Maybe I could have, but Life does not give us a second chance, does it?

Many years have passed, and time has healed (or maybe not) many of the wounds I had left open, the world keeps ticking by, one day at a time.

She said:

“It’s difficult to go back being friends, when you meant much more than a friend to me all this while”

I did not understand those words then, when all I thought it was just a simple thing to do, REWIND and everything will come back to the way it was … How wrong was I? It happens only in the movies, Life has no re-takes! Today we are both on the same social network, yet not connected.

“Love Stories are meant to end well, mine certainly did not – Boy meets girl, Girl meets boy and they fall in Love-have their differences-get back together. But then comes reality, and I lived it at different stages in moments, with silver sprinkled all over.

Are we friends or are we not? Or do we hate each other? I do not know, I have never asked her, and never will. This was my story. Edited yet very much true.



“Hi, I need to talk,” she said… on the phone.

She needed to talk she said. You know how if a girl says she needs to talk, the guy suddenly goes into instant flashback mode to find out where he might have screwed up. But wait! She said “I need to talk” and not “we need to talk” so this is surely not about him (while all this going on in the background of his mind). 

He smiled and confidently said “sure, I’m here for you anytime”.

Disha and Samarth were close friends, they shared a lot of things that either of them wouldn’t dare to share with their own siblings. If anyone saw them together, they could be easily mistaken for a couple, but only that they weren’t. This isn’t your typical love story. They were friends, good friends, close friends – without benefits. Disha and Sam practically grew up in the same neighborhood but drifted away by time and distance to different states, only to be re-connected on a mutual dating app they both apparently had registered for.

“I’m getting married”, she said, looking straight into Sam’s eyes. Not known to be the best when it came to sudden reactions, he took a sip from the glass of water kept on the table –

“Congratulations.. this is fantastic news….. (seeing her face fall)  no???”

“I’ve been single all my life, the unknown future looms before me, what am I gonna do? It’s not like I never thought of this day but 30 years of being single and now…”

“The fear of the unknown?”


The fear was evident on her face and yet she had only under 10 months to be prepared for it all.

It was time for Sam to pull out his vast knowledge of.. well… mainly internet researched and magazine read articles to be put to good use. He knew it would come in handy someday. He probably imagined himself as some kind of advice-giving expert on some column of some daily newspaper someday, but here he was… he felt he could help – the damsel in distress.

“Let’s go for a drive, I’ll drive” he suggested. He felt that way she could open up more and he’d get a better insight of what was actually going on. So it was decided, Saturday, the day after would be ideal.

There’s something about flying hair through the open car window, even if the temperature is at a high of 35 degrees of heat outside – driving on the expressway between Mumbai and Pune. He wondered if he would be able to concentrate as much. He didn’t need to ask questions or anything, that’s the thing with girls-they just start . . .

“Aakash and I met 36 months ago….” as she narrated her story, it reminded me of a Netflix series he had recently watched, not sure what the name was though… He smiled in between, taking his eyes off the road once every minute, to indicate that he was paying attention to her as well until she said… 

I am not sure if I really love.. love him.. like you know… or I love the idea of him

He smiled. She looked at me. Oops! He realized it was the wrong reaction. He nodded his head and she took that as a signal to carry on.. and went to list on a few more reasons why she thought that she wasn’t quite ready for the next step of her life.

Boy! Could she really talk! It was as if she had come prepared.. ..only this time, she actually HAD come prepared.

If ever there was a time he could use his newly acquired vocabulary and well-articulated language along with the keen sense of understanding, this would be the opportune time to display them.

He was already preparing in his head what to say when she stopped talking, which wasn’t far off, since she was almost out of breath, and sentences were now coming out more in the form of scattered words

“Aakash seems like a wonderful person”, he said… after all its someone who you’ve chosen to be your life partner and that has to count as special right? that said, you aren’t getting married to a stranger but a friend for life, besides if you look at it in the broad sense, it really isn’t about the marriage per se, but being worthy enough to hold your partner’s love for the long term, now that doesn’t sound too difficult? does it? 

She didn’t reply to that, and it wasn’t supposed to be a rhetorical question either. He does like the interaction of some form from time to time. 

She kept staring at the road ahead. She was silent, but it did seem like she was listening… he hoped that she was, because he was in the midst of the best talk he could ever give. He thought he’d throw in a couple of big words in-order to catch her attention, if she might have not been listening…

Expectations, Accountability, Navigation, & Uncertainties… (pausing a couple of seconds after every word) she looked at him and smiled. Okay, so she was listening after all. He wasn’t sure where he was going with that.. but decided to go with the flow anyway.

The expectation from ourselves and others around us, Accountability to a partner 24/7, Navigating closeness, intimacy and intensity, and Uncertainties – of the road ahead together is to be looked at with optimism.

He felt proud, he had come up with something as brilliant as that at the drop of a hat, he decided to drive home the advantage – He continued with a renewed confidence:

As much as we think we’re not good at making the right choice, we are voluntarily or involuntarily being better versions of ourselves, and someone out there is falling in love with us more every single day, in something only they can see in us, that we’d never understand. We’re moving from a solo act to a duet one, and we all know how much more a duet works better when in perfect harmony.

She interrupted “You know… Aakash said the same thing”A duet works better when in perfect harmony.

“What can I say? Brilliant minds do think alike” she playfully punched me…

And out of nowhere, just like in the movies..the radio broke out into our favorite song – a song we had danced to on our annual day at college. It was as if that one song acted as a time capsule, cutting down all the years when were apart and had lost touch – we got right back to being the goofy selves we were back then.

“I want you to meet Aakash, Sam” her face now radiant… or maybe it was just the sun shining through the glass, he tends to dramatize a bit sometimes, but he’ll admit he has never seen her so happy as she was at that particular moment.

“..and thank you”

thank you?”

“..for all that you were trying to say”