Spirits Unlocked

It is true that in this day and age, we must be wary of what we put on the internet. But my dearest, we have a home here! Sometimes I am nervous about our open declaration of happiness and dreams..! What if someone sneaks in and steals the goods???

Let it be, because I miss you, and my magic jack is useless.

I love that you have adorned our home with this beautiful rug. It really is like coming home to a refreshing new environment that someone set with love. I read your poems, and I feel my heart call out. I am amazed at how connected we are, because the anguish is felt within me. Then I think of your smile, and I think that nothing can tear you apart. Stay you, be you. Vadappu, they call it in Kannada. =)

I look at the moon, and I think that you must be looking at it too at some point. I put my head out the window, let my hair down, and let the mysore breeze take me back to 13^th street, Gainesville, FL. I miss the times we stood out of the car, declaring our free-spirit to the world. 

I guess that is us. That is why our home is unlocked.

My heart reaches out to you, my dear! I am with you and I feel that awkward pain thing in my heart and stomach when you hurt, and I am full of life when you smile. So stay you, stay free, stay happy, be you.

Unexpected friendship!

This blog entry is a month too late, nonetheless I am glad to be here.... to talk about life and it's unexpected ways. I still am unsure of how much I am willing to be here out on world wide web- but I guess that is a gamble I must take. This blog is the  home of a beautiful relation- a lotus that bloomed amidst all muck. 


It is funny how life changes- the purple bean bag has become a memorial in the living room.... It is just not the same without my friend. What fun is a beanbag anyway, if you don't have your dear one to snuggle with? Every time I pass across, it reminds me so much of her. She stormed into my life when I was least expecting it and stole my affections without my knowledge. We are such unlikely people to be close friends- she is full of vibrant energy, honest to a fault, attractive and cute with the most charming ways.... She is blunt, she is straightforward but most of all she has such a soft caring heart. I work quite differently- I am laid back and kind of boring with a dry sense of humor.... I love children and elderly- perhaps I get along best with them... I am selectively stubborn and no matter how soft I appear to be- I am quite a tough nut! I am socially challenged in ways more than one, while my friend is quite a professional in that regard. I am mushy and romantic- she is pragmatic and level headed... She rarely gets bored of shopping and I detest shopping with a passion ( unless it is for books and stationary ofcourse ;) ) The ways we are different are countless!!!
And yet, she tip-toed into my life and became one of my closest chum!


When I went through a very trying period, she gave me strength that (most likely) only a girl can give- she told me when I was being stupid and silly, she held my hands and hugged me close when I felt overwhelmed. She just listened when I wanted to talk and spoke to me at length what I needed to hear- not always what I wanted though- and that was the best part!


She is such a strong girl- I am glad to have her in my life.... 


Actually, I can praise her or criticize her anytime..... This blog is about how life brings blessings in our way where we least expect to find it- when everything seems dark, light comes from the crack on the wall instead of the crystal chandelier..... and that is the beauty of life.....


We don't need to find similar people to love- all we need is an open mind and accepting heart. The willingness to accept our faults and short comings and the realization of the fact that we can love and be loved even when we are not perfect.....It is such a relief to know that those who really care and love, will love us even when we mess up....


She is younger to me and yet she gives me very mature analysis of life- the truth is sometimes we are so caught up in the problem that we can't see it clearly... it takes a relatively unbiased person to help us see it objectively....Age is often just a number. I always deal with her like I am elder to her, just as to all those younger around me- nonetheless it remains a truth that wisdom is not strictly a function of age... The more we open up to the possibility that others could know a lot, no matter their age, we will be more equipped to deal with life in all its unpredictability.


I am so thankful for the gift of our unique friendship, I am so thankful for the love we found in each other. Sun wakes her up nearly half a day ahead of me- yet the distance don't separate us..... we are together, forever in our lovely beanbag- untouched by the hands of distance and time; I thank God for that!!!!

Room-mating..!

There’s something about a bean bag. The coziness, the structure (or the lack therein), and the color purple. Mostly though, it’s the company and mindset you’re in. Some of my dearest moments in life will be those spent with my dear dear ladybug on the purple couch. Life didn’t give us a chance to be real and official roommates, but it gave us something much better.

We didn’t need to fall in love. And so we did. When I was going to college, I barely knew her. She came when I was almost leaving. We extracted some moments from life. We stopped time, work, and the regular flow of life. We took one week off, and brought that beanbag home. We lay on it, dreamy-eyed, half asleep. It reminded me of the days spent in Rajasthan when the family would all sleep together on the roof, above the desert and under the stars. Well, ladybug and I slept on this beanbag in a college apartment in Gainesville in 2010, with the porch door open, a star or two watching us from the crack in the door.

Who knew that casual and polite conversation could strike such love. Who knew that we’d become such close friends. That closeness is felt even more when we’re geographically so far away. This virtual home of love will serve to remind me of the love we shared, of the love I have committed to her, and of the love that is now within both of us. 

This is a dream home. A fantasy for friendship. Shahjahan built the Taj Mahal in Mumtaz’s memory. We have built this home together in the love for each other. Obviously, it is more practical, more modern, but essentially, it is also simply and purely a statement of everlasting love.

Dear World Wide Web, thank you for providing this accommodation for two love kittens that could not fulfill their dream of being true roommates, but did not give up on their dream.

We loopholed it…! We live here together until the end of internet…!

143 Virtual Home, The Purple Bean Bag, blogspot.purplebeanbag.com, World Wide Web- 4eva