what you risk,reveals what you value.

"The earliest pilgrims shared a cathedral for a heart. They were the temple not made with hands. The Eklasia of God. The song that carried them over the waves was the hymn that rung the rafters. Their throats were bare for God. Look at them now, heads thrown back, mouths open, alone but for the gulls that dip the prow. Against the too salt sea and the inhospitable sky, their voices made a screen of praise.

Love it was that drove them forth. Love that brought them home again. Love hardened their hands against the oar and heated their sinews against the rain. The journeys they made were beyond common sense; who leaves the hearth for the open sea? especially without a compass, especially in winter, especially alone. What you risk reveals what you value. In the presence of love, hearth and quest become one. "

Jeannette Winterson

Written On The Body.

you've got mail

three powerful words!

Something almost out of a dream.

There's something special about living by the sea, and the seasons deciding not to follow the patterns they are supposed to according to fifth standard geography books. Its all mixed up really. Sometimes I feel that every season is exploding into each other, slowly merging into each other to disorient me. Every tree decides to shed its leaves when its' heart so desires. There are beautiful red leaves under my feet when I walk ever so dreamily, fooling me into believing that its autumn. And when I look upwards towards the hot Sun, it streams through translucent jewel green leaves, filtering its yellow threads into the world. I walk slowly, imagining the textures of stone, of the roads, of your fingers linked with mine, of your voice. I walk past a school and the noisy children do precious little to bring me out of my dreamy world. The school buses full of laughter and fight, the fallen and rapidly melting purple ice-lolly, the dirty and cuffed uniforms remind me of an innocent, special time.

Innocent joy, what harm are we doing to anyone except for ourselves? Stealing magical time, once every day, spinning dreams together. Waiting so much just for those five glorious minutes. Such joy, and such reality. Waiting so much to never see that hated, despised word again. Bye.

Every song has your voice and every smile hides yours. Somewhere hidden, in the labyrinth of my imagination are the words you've said to me. I pick the days spent with you in my hands, and shiny, they slither to the floor. Softly, like a whisper , dreamily like a little child's mind, you intoxicate me with my own name. Why does it sound so beautiful coming from you? And why does yours roll off my tongue, silently, like a secret. I am almost afraid to say it out loud, the walls have ears or so they say. Why should the walls know my innermost thoughts?

There already is early summer fruit on the mango trees lining my lane. The koels are waiting expectantly for the fruit to swell and sweeten, so that they can bore into them, drinking the sweet nectar. They wait, and so do I. They do not falter, like every generation before this one.
I will not falter, when I know you await me too.

to look at you

damn all those lucky people who can
look at you and shower you with smiles.
damn all those lucky people who dont
have to think about hours and years, minutes and miles.

for YOU!

Together, Nonetheless.

Wait you say, and wait I will
I'd walk blindly, trustingly, if I hear you call,
Hold on, you say and you say we'll pull through.
You have safe hands, and I will surely fall.
Listen you say, and how can I not,
My heart beats to you, drumming silently,
I pick out your vibrations running fingers on wood,
Your message, among the millions at sea.
See you say, and I close my mind to everything else
Fingers entwined with yours and longingly so
Like sand through the crevice in my palms, water through streams
Time will, surely, effortlessly flow.
Pick me up off the shiny floor of my dreams,
Sew me together, frayed that I am, at edges
In the secure lock of your arms I place my head
Trust me, my love, like I trust your pledges.
Beautiful and red, like a summer's day
I shine violently, with the blaze of all my happiness
Starlit, lovingly by the diamonds in your eyes,
However distant it may seem, we are together nonetheless.

Sanjana Chandorkar
10 Feb 2008

Winter Sunshine.

Mumbai is inordinately cold this winter, and its got everyone surprised. So am I. But this year is so magical, this just adds to the sparkle of our love. The maddening intensity of it all. So since we're getting to enjoy cold this year, I'm gettin to do ALL of those things i havent done since my childhood days. Like turning my face up to the faint winter sun, going for a lovely walk in the afternoon, snuggling under quilts in the mornings, sipping on hot coffee wearing a sweater. Have pockets full of lozenges, and tissues. I think I'm just feeling colder because I want to enjoy it soo much.

Being in Mumbai for four years now, has made me this HUGE rain lover. I LOVE walking in the rain. And walking in the winter sun is my absolute second favourite after that. I dont know, but winter sunshine is just more yellow compared to the summer's . I love the way it falls between leaves, making patterns on stone walkways. Its almost palpable- like you can put your hand out and get a handful of yellowing gold. Lighting brown eyes to honey. Putting a resplendent glow on faces that are framed with wool. Picking out subtle highlights in my auburn hair. Playing with the diamonds in rings, throwing rainbows on keyboards. I love sitting next to the window and feel the warmth on the back of my neck. Like a silent love. It deepens the myriad smiles on your lips, so sweet.

hw sweet! n HW effing true!

I just found this song.... and apparently a WHOLE lotta people are in the complicated mess we're in! But this song is SOO beautiful... there are some parts we could have written.... I love this song.
And here's the whole song... because all of it is SO damn true!



Hey There Delilah
Whats It Like In New York City?
Well I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Time Square cant shine as bright as You
I Swear Its True

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath awayI'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
but we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me

the plain white tee's

my lack of desire to write, is not only surprising, but also ironical.
i would have thought, that i would want to tell the world...
but this is sooo precious, that even writing about it somehow takes away from the bright lustre it has.
dreams do come true, well, atleast partially for now.

Livin on a prayer!

"She says:
We've got to hold on to what we've got
It DOES make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot

Ohh...We're half way there
Woah !! Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer"

Jon Bon Jovi.

(slightly amended...)
but I'm sure we will...