Indelible Musings

This post has been due since long. And, finally I managed to put it here on the blog. Lunch Pi has been a blessing in disguise whenever I have had to order food in a short span of time. Food, which not only tastes good but is also well-packaged, and filling enough. All this at a decent enough cost. Lunch Pi's menu ranges from Rs100-300. Their combos are to die for, while there standalone menu items such as pasta and lasagne are worth the money spent. More importantly, the food is cooked well and is never ever dripping of excess oil, which is a usual site in otherwise restaurant food. However, I cannot say much on this as whenever I have ordered, it has either been the Chinese Combo or North Indian Non Veg Thali or Pasta. So, with the coupon that I got via Chennai Bloggers Club, I was super confused as to what should I order. Having eaten almost all of their Chinese Combos, and since dinner was already by then, I decided to order some standalone items from their menu. I chose ...

I have been thinking of writing for this post since long. But somehow the fact that I had ‘struggled’ and overcame those struggles to reach where I am today made me feel miserable. Not that my struggles are probably the toughest. I am sure many other fellow bloggers, and for that matter, every person has had their own share of struggles, some worse than mine, some better. Guess that’s the beauty of a struggle. It took me quite some time to figure out what has been the most daunting task for me till date. And, have I been able to overcome it? I don’t know which was harder – to take the decision of changing streams in Class XII, or to take up Journalism in IIMC when I could clear no other exam for a Post-Graduation. Or was it the time when I was well settled in a job, but had to quit and move back to parents because of their insecurity with my relationship. No, may be, it was the time when I wouldn’t find a suitable job and work for peanuts as a Freelancer. But, I think I can safely...

To my love, It has been ages since we last met. Yet it seems only yesterday that we had walked hand in hand on the beach listening to the tides under the moon lit sky. I still remember the walk. We were meeting after almost a week. You had decided to surprise me with the news that I wish you had never told me. Yet, I feel glad you said it at the right moment. Was it really the right moment? I don't know whether it was the right moment or not. I have lost track of what exactly is the right moment. Don't fret over why I am bringing this topic up in a letter when all I could have done is just said it on your face. Probably, that would have made it easier for me to cope up with the circumstance. And, forever shutting you out of my memory. But, love is unfortunately such that neither lets me forget that right moment nor the other moments that we spend together in the span of six years. Six years. Long time, indeed. Remember, the first time we met? I detested you to the core. Bu...