Redaa

Fair-haired girl of so many colours

She can’t help but stand out among others

She brightens up my life in so many ways

She’s the mist of the morning and the light of the day

She is earth and she is fire

Quick to laugh, an emotional crier

She speaks with words, her eyes and her hands

She’s a language not everyone understands

She loves too easy, she loves too much

This is her strength and it is her crutch

She is the ether, she is the air

Even when she’s gone, she’s always there

She is a map but loves to get lost

She’s true to her heart whatever the cost

A second, a minute, a year older

Sometimes shy, and sometimes bolder

She may be soft, but she is strong

My heart is somewhere she will always belong

She’s a little bit magic, a little mystery

Thank God our souls have an incredible history

* with love, to one of the most beautiful people I know, on her birthday

D Day

This Diwali has been quite eventful.

Apart from the very social week that the roomie and I have had (Taash parties including one of our own, dressing up, food, gifts, dry fruits, lights and diyas, etc., we did the whole shebang!), I was amazed (and very, very happily so) at the enormous amount of goodwill going around. Smiles were cheap and the season was thick with camaraderie.

And as my eardrums and nasal tract have not been raped by the fire-crackers, it was an especially wonderful festival of ‘lights’. As it should be.

Come Tuesday, the holiday haze had lifted and the shutters on everyone’s hearts came down again. Pity.

Oh well… I won 500 bucks, wore amazing clothes, got lovely prezzies and scarfed down much yummy food. It was a freaking good Diwali for me, and I refuse to stop twinkling.