These are a few of my favourite things, what is yours? Do write it down, it makes you feel real nice :)

My name means persistent

My favourite book is Kite Runner

My favourite author is Enid Blyton

My favourite poem is 'If' by Rudyard Kippling

My favourite lines are 'Que Sera Sera' - Whatever will be, will be

My favourite song in English is Listen to the Rhythm of the falling Rains [ Jason Donovon]

My favourite song in Hindi is Jage ho Der Thak , Kuch Der Sone do, Thodi Si Raath Backi hai, subah tho hone do [Guru]

My favourite Malayalam song is Iru Hridayangalil onnai veeshi [Oru may masa pulariyil]

My favourite movie is Sound of Music [Eng],Mayamayooram[Mal], DDLJ[Hindi]

My favourite smell is of fresh jasmines [Maid of Orleans also called kudamulla in Malayalam]

My favourite dish is Barbecued pepporoni mozarella Pizza [as of now]

My favourite second food is kababs and hummous

My favourite colour is Maroon

My favourite second colour is golden yellow [also the colour of wet manjal chandanam]

My favourite friend is my mom

My favourite past time is reading while eating shawarma

My favourite dress is long flowing umbrella silk skirt paired with loose half sleeve chanderi short kurtis with light laced chiffon cum cotton duppatta.

My favourite quality in others is kindness and willingness to love even if it might hurt

My favourite quality in myself is my intensity, my integrity

My favourite mantra is - If I had myself as my best friend, I would be happy with her

My favourite hero is my mom

My favourite dream is to win an international prize for my debut novel

My favourite memory is of the time I opened a white bundle of cloths and felt the teeny weeny fingers and toes of my baby.

My favourite 'Aa-ha' moment is when I hear the laughter from throats of my babies, when I tickle them with my nose.

My favourite fantasy is about - If God gave me one wish, I would wish for someone close to me to be alive, even now.

My favourite lines penned by me are

"Freedom to me means to love freely, without the hurt.

Freedom to me means not being encumbered by anything, anyone- not by feelings, emotions, love, hurt - nothing.

Freedom to me means to just be. "

This is my favourite poem!

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,

If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

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Parting Notes

Current Location: Home

Current Mood: Contemplative

Last Music Heard: Tere Bina Zindegi se koyi….shikwa nahin

Reading: Fountain Head

Cooking: Only smoothies – Apple berry punch!

Weather: Hot!

Observation: Sometimes you overdo some stuff in a vague attempt to make someone think you are a real smarty and then it all falls down :(

On mind: For the past two days, my own words irked me a lot. I said something, which I shouldn’t have said, it was a passing remark and I wanted to sound very witty and flamboyant [I was showing off, to be precise]. I said something, which I wasn’t supposed to say. Had it been said to me, I would have been offended and would have stopped talking to the person who said that.

The worst part is that person was so balanced and mature, that he said he felt bad and then went on talking, just the same. I have one more person to add to my list of, would-like-to-emulate-quality-in. I hope he knows somehow, without me telling that I was just being claptrap (vidu-vai.)