Don’t make me say it, Don’t ask me for my opinion, don’t ask me for my decision, you don’t need to know,

But I just can't let you go.

With whom can I be so sure that I don’t have to say anything about how I am feeling and just perfectly knows it,

With you only, and I just can't let you go.

I dreamt, I prayed and wished with all my heart,

For this, and I lived my dream, but now my heart can't let it go midway.

I can see your love for me, your concern, your unrest in your voice.

I can't live to see you like this, but when my conscience tells me that letting you go can help you and put you in some kind of rest, then my heart painfully consents to make you suffer.

I haven't told you all this, not because I am not able to,

But because I know that you know it perfectly and any attempt to voice to you, will lose its value.

Why does God answer my prayers partly?

Go tell Him, that I won't let you go.

I am being selfish, I know, but for some reason , Don’t go away.

Please don't go away.

Don’t give up hope. Believe and we will be fine.

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Dreamt this on Thursday, December 03, 2009 in feeling, love, relationships

The pain I was going through doesn’t pain as much when I think that it pains more for you? It is the pain you can hear, you can feel, but not see.

I never knew it was possible to feel extremely depressed and filled with deep mirth when the dream you were living, the prayer you were saying gets answered.

I haven’t missed anyone in life, as much as I have missed you in the last 2 weeks.

I saw you in every post I wrote, I dreamt some dreams in some posts, I missed you so much in some as I erased some boundaries in my circles.

I discovered my own inner self, where I learnt not to voice my most grieving moments to anyone else than my pillow. For once, I felt, this grief is best told to none and I felt the pain am going through is nothing compared to yours.

I started this blog as a Dreamy blog to give vent, words to my dreams , today I come back to it after very long to ask the dreamer in me, if my life’s dream going take shape or crumble into pieces?

I can’t ask you just because I know it pains you more than it pains me. It is heart wrenching to hear a patience-personification shatter into low self-confidence levels and sounding so depressed and to think I am the reason for the unrest among your dear ones. In the years we have known each other, I have never heard you like this.

I never knew that it is possible not to get angry at somebody whose decision is not favorable to you, whose beliefs you don’t comply with and whose beliefs might mean a end of our cherished dream.

No courtship, no fights, but it was LOVE all the way and the reason was LOVE itself and silent admiration for each other.

The writer in me, the lover in me, the strength in me, the weakness in me, the mad-woman in me, I have seen it all. The entire month of posts all dedicated to you. Love you heaps.

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Dreamt this on Tuesday, December 01, 2009 in love

I am not blogging, not because I am busy, not because I am running out of ideas to blog, not because I am doing better things to keep myself occupied, not because I found a more exciting past time/hobby but simply becuase of nothing at all. There is just a block, a mental block. I just feel empty, It is not sad, not lonely, not stressed, not depressed, not frustrated, it is just NOT anything , it is nothingness.

Doesn't anyone else feel the same way?
You still are going out with friends, watching movies, chatting on phone, keeping yourself busy at work, reading your favourite book and everything and yet, there is this........yeah, I am feeling that nothingness in ME.

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Dreamt this on Saturday, June 13, 2009 in feeling, nothing, rant

Maggi celebrates 25 years of joy. Count me in as one of the many who grew up eating Maggi as a refreshing dinner escape from the usual IDLI, DOSA, Rice; one of the many, who when about 8 years old, gleaming with joy, grinned "I will cook you Maggi in 2 minutes" to the cousins visiting home.


I have diligently read the Cooking directions on every pack of Maggi and have picked up a cooking hint from one of my aunts to add in a little extra water to make it tastier. Yes, I like my Maggi piping hot with that little extra soup. My recipe goes this, Add water and when it comes to a boil, add the tastemaker and after about 10 secs, add the Maggi. And Masala it is, any day.


With the many variations now with Maggi with scrambled eggs, with veggies, I love it just plain and simple still. The first thing I ever cooked on my own with no help from mommy and the first recipe for which I cut vegetables all by myself. Suprisingly though, I have never harped on maggi during the days I have lived and cooked on my own. The taste of Maggi is its best , I think, only when eaten at the cost of mom's anger, for rejecting her Sunday dinner and opting for Maggi.


I still remember the Yellow Maggi collectibles, bounce balls, cute little push cars. Yellow looks pretty only on Maggi collectibles and cover. Of all the memorable things I cherish about my childhood, here is to Maggi, my best loved snack. [Mom hates to call to it as Main course].


Now, writing so much about Maggi , how can one forget Rasna, which is just as good as Maggi. From the days of wanting the orange to show on your lips, to helping dad make the Rasna concentrate during summer with specially powdered sugar,stacking bottles of concentrate for the rest of the week, the color of that liquid concentrate on your fingers in your attempt, specially frozen ice cubes to serve them, breaking those ice cube trays with joy, sipping cold Rasna always completes a perfect sunday on a summer holiday. I recently went Grocery shopping when mum was away and splurged on things like Milkmaid, Rasna Lemon ( instant mix- no sugar -the TANG style) and everytime I make myself a glass of that, realise nothing beats the RASNA, the old traditional way. Not even, my obssesion for Tropicana.

In these TANGy days, what prompted me to write this post was the latest Maggi ad on TV, Me and Meri Maggi.


Scream it the Maggi way. Magggggggggggggiiiiiiii.. Can you hear me? Relive those Maggi ad days here.

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Dreamt this on Monday, April 20, 2009 in http://meandmeri.in, maggi, maggi-n-me, meandmeri, memories, rasna

The many things that one does on Sunday like a relaxed cup of coffee, late breakfast, lunch with family , shopping, unplanned outings,movies, meeting friends, TV, blogs, the joy in all this just because things are done or just left undone with no meticulous planning; there is one deep feeling that can frustrate you as the day slowly draws to a close, especially if you are at home at that hour. The late Sunday afternoons, the thought that the Sunday is coming to an end and it is the MONDAY morning the following day. This feeling of frustration increases and gets on to you more if you have friends in the other part of the world, thanks to different Time zones. It is just Saturday late night for somebody in the U.S of A. They have one more day of the weekend. That is when, I get uncontrollably jealous of people who live in that part of that world. Oh well, who wants a earlier Friday?

Fridays are fun at work :) and I wouldnt mind a longer Friday, but I definitely need a longer Sunday. 

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Dreamt this on Sunday, April 19, 2009 in mind, sunday, thoughts

I blog...
because I like to write.

I am thinking about...
just myself and What I can do to myself, to stop me from thinking all that I am thinking right now.

I want to...
Live life with the theme I have coined myself - "bottomless optimism"

I wish...
life is a bit more complex.

I hear...
only when I want to.

I wonder...
what I would be , if i had a recall button in life.

I regret...
no decision in my life, thus far. I have thought a great deal before making some of them and some of them made unconsicously.

I am...
a dreamer

I dance...
in my dreams.

I sing...
my mind aloud, in this blog with no music.

I am not always...
the same person to all.

I write...
to give my dreams and thoughts a font.

I confuse...
myself with my confused, convoluted thoughts.

I need...
to now finish this post.

And finally...
I am happy having picked this tag up myself.

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Dreamt this on Saturday, April 18, 2009 in tag, tag-myself