When the light's turning down, they don't know what they heard.

She struck the matchstick once. Twice. A brilliant yellow flame burst at the end of the matchstick.

The warmth eluded by the flame was a tiny spot in the cold night. Just like her, in this vast darkness. The immensity of the moment overwhelmed her.

She started to think about all that was going to be burnt and just as she did, the raw pain started to emerge again and immediately, she knew it was a bad idea. Not wanting to cower to the past, she decided to take that leap into the boundless unknown and threw the matchstick onto the pile.

There was no going back.

Flames burst out, and set the mound of her belongings ablaze. Bright plumes of the fire reflected in her dark eyes. Everything was in slow motion. She could only watch as the flames grew steadily and started consuming every memory of his. She felt like paper. The flames seemed rambunctious to her- so boisterous, yet alive. Vibrant in the stark harshness of the cold, December night. The warmth of the fire providing the courage to move on. She had to believe.

And so she turned and walked to her car with a newly found lightness in her shoulders. Throwing caution to the wind, she drove to a faraway land. And she knew everything was going to be okay. Everything will be okay. She had to believe.

PS: My board results come out tomorrow. Keep me in your prayers, will ya (:

Of good times and noodle salad.

She let out a shiver as she stepped into the cool Manchester air and walked towards the building.
She felt a wave of exertion overwhelm her as she stepped into the elevator, and let out a sigh.
She struggled to retrieve the keys from her purse, and her laptop bag fell at her feet. After a few tries, the door finally gave way and she stumbled into her apartment. And all of a sudden she was engulfed by a smell. Good heavens.

Masala chai.

It was as if she was magically transported back Home. Mumbai.
She was suddenly seventeen again, and could hear the rain pelting outside her window.
The smell of the wet soil.
The sudden pleasant weather welcome, after months of scorching heat.
She remembered that day distinctly.

First rain of the season. She was at home in front of her books, and was caught in a sudden trance as she heard the droplets pitter - patter on her windowsill.
The ring of her cell phone suddenly cut through the still air ; it was him.

Come down quickly- He had said, leaving no room for argument. She didn't need to be told twice.

There he was, outside the gate on his bike. Fully drenched.
The rain had stopped now. It was more beautiful.
She ran to him, ready to rebuke with all guns blazing. But he had waved her off, and given her a hand to help her get on the bike. He gave her some crap about being back in Mumbai after a long time and called her  paranoid after he sneezed a couple of times.

She would never forget that day.
She would never forget that ride.
She would never forget the lush greens and the whispering winds.
She would never forget the feel of the cool air hitting her face as he cut through the lanes skillfully.
She would never forget the quaint tea stall and the smell of masala chai.
She would never forget his mood that day.
She would never forget the twinkle of mischief in his eye.
She would never forget what he said to her.
She could not get herself to forget the way he met his death, the very next day.


Her mum waving her hand in her face, brought her back to the present.
"Earth to Savi." she said.

She found a tear escaping her eye. Just the whiff of masala chai had provoked memories she had tried so hard to bury and leave behind her, to surface.

She ran to her and consumed her in a bear hug and held her for a moment. She was thankful that her mum was finally there.
She had never been that close to her; once a daddy's girl, always a daddy's girl.
But at that moment she was the one who quenched her thirst for something familiar in an unfamiliar city. She enveloped her with the warmth, she didn't know she was aching for. She reminded her of home. Mumbai.

She was her home, away from home.

Picture courtesy : Weheartit  <3

Roll me up, and smoke me when I die.

Yeah, so. Im finally got back to blogging, after soo loooong...
Was quite tied up.
Lots of crap happening around, still.

Happy 2013, by the way ;)

A friend of mine recently lost his father in an accident. He was completely broken, and why wouldnt he be?
Its but natural. Felt really bad to see him like that.
Our dads together used to keep complaining about how difficult we teens are. Its really sad.

My best friend and another friend are shifting to Singapore.
Its gonna be great for him, too. He's leaving in like a month.
A month. Thats it.
Then he'll be gone.
I really dunno whats gonna happen to me. I just dont wanna go there. It gonna be different without him not around.
Different.

Then, this weather<3 I totally love winters!
Its come late. But, still. Its WINTER!!!
I dont know why people keep cribbing about it..It really pisses me off.
My white Australian hoodie is out! Woohooo!!

My reviews just got over, and exams coming up in a week.
The reviews went really bad, so my teachers were seriously agitated and told me to take 9th grade more seriously. Well,  Im a straight A student, and a nerd. But dont keep studying, like 24/7.  I just pay attention in class. But they say that if I do put in extra efforts and study for 3 hours per day, they guarantee A* in my boards, next year!!
My mum, couldnt contain her excitement and, stopped my going to badminton classes :/

Perhaps thats all for now. Maybe, maybe you noticed a change in my style of writing? ;)
And my newly found affection for tumblr "just girly thing" picchas =P
Change is good, sometimes.


           Can we pretend that airplanes
            In the night sky
            Are like shooting stars?
            Cuz I could really use
            A wish right now.  
                                           

Later.

Ciao x