The Bollywood I Wanted :')

 

Call it Magic! ♥️

Found the perfect Hermione to my Ron 🦋

Biye Bollywood that I had always wanted

*Thu Thu Thu*

Priority Prayer for Girls!

While I'm seeing an increase in the number of Jagadhattri pujos this year (or maybe I've been out of Calcutta for way too long), I hope the Bearer Goddess bears girl child in families where they can teach her to have a voice in this world. 

Let's start from that. My prayer lists are anyhow, always, endless.

Amen.

Photos and Memories

Photographs

The importance or no importance if it in a world full of influencers and people wanting to document their lives.

A few weeks ago I visited one of my uncle's house where I saw this huge black and white album of old photos where my Pishis looked young and Amma looked like Bouma. Photos of few relatives who are no more, photos of me smiling wide and bald, my sister in objectionable clothes for a 20+ today but perfect for the 2 year old in photo. I was thinking if there were 300 variants of the same photo to choose from, if we would be happier, or just indifferent because, choices and backups.

Then there was this human I knew very close for almost 4 years of college and a year more but I have zero photos with. This is about a time when photos were a norm but sie was always too ashamed (embarrassed?). Ofcourse this human chose to leave. Hindsight I realise it is a good thing, for the lack of photos mean fading memory for me and my generation, mostly.

Then there was this human who would take a million screenshots, probably because sie wasn't as ashamed (embarrassed?). Good thing? Commits for a lifetime of bold memories since I intend to not lose this human? Who are we to ascertain! Petty humans.

But good memories are to be remembered even without photos. My uncle's generation would agree. But the shallow heart wonders, really??? 

Happy Birthday SRK

Happy Birthday SRK! The God of love!

I have been inquisitive about love of all forms and types, ages and phases, much before I even knew what love is. We hardly know what it is today as well, me, you, everyone, everywhere.

Off late I have been wondering of the fear of losing someone as the most potent form of love. Death, breakup, conspiracy, duty, condition, its-not-you-its-me, the reasons are many, many! But the same baseline, fear. And you do, all that you do, to not be afraid. A day old in love or a hundred years, matters very little.

Fear in love means less love or more!? Ever wondered!? To love someone so much that you're afraid to lose them? To be loved so little that you're afraid to lose them? A? B? Both? None? We get to choose? You have a say? You end up being the selfish one anyway, to love, maybe yourself a little as well this time? But then you were supposed to bear and hear. Who changed the game rules?

I guess we will never know what love is. Till then, Fear over Love or Love over Fear? Choose your pick! :)

And it's okay maybe if you're not the Kavya to Dhruv.

To Love... AMEN ❤️