Wish it was yesterday again!

Friend: so i dropped him home
Me : ok
Friend: while leaving he hugged me tight
Friend: I was doing something and he just pulled me and hugged
Friend: i liked it
Me : it feels so nice na?
Friend: yeah :)
Friend: i wanted to come out of the car .. and I was pre-occupied with something
Friend: that's when he pulled me towards him and hugged me tight
Friend: may be he would have kissed me also...
Friend: but didn't :D
Me : hehehhe
Friend: It makes me feel good even when I am telling you this :)
Me : i can understand
Me :
Me :
Friend: what happened?
Me : i want to feel all that again ya .....
Friend: hmmm i know


I fell silent for some time. I don't remember when I received a warm hug, a passionate kiss, or particiapted in slow and sensual sex. Married to my boyfriend of 2 years, romance in my married life pulled the shroud sooner than the courship period. I long for that adrenaline rush, that surge of blood, and the butterflies in the stomach. My only source of feel-good-factor has been the memories of the days when Adrian used to blow me a kiss from the farthest corner of the room, give me a quick and sudden hug when no one was around, or hold my hand tight as if to say "I'm never going to let you go." Thinking of those moments make me crave for all that attention all the more...

But I know that Yesterday once more is just a song!!

Truth is Harmful!!

The doctrines of morality has been screeching for ages saying "truth shall always triumph". I wonder though if there remains any truth in this saying! Does speaking the truth really resolve all problems in life or does it bake fresh ones? Although, the answer to the question can vary for individuals, I think, it is better to bend the truth rather than spilling out the factuals.

My varied acquiantances have got me closer to people whose lives justify the concept of bending the truth to be blissful. A typical analogy can be this one; a friend of mine whose husband is in army and is posted in the cold mountains of Kashmir finds herself attracted to a colleague in her office. There remains no guesses that one fine day my friend finds herself crossing her boundaries to satiate her physical desires with her colleague! She develops no emotional intimacy with her colleague except for the momentary surge in her pleasure-churning-hormones. Although, this matter of truth is known to me, will she ever be able to spill the truth to her husband? I think, hiding or bending the truth if confronted by her husband would be a better option for her marital bliss.

I read somewhere that it is always better to let your mysteries (read "TRUTH") die naturally with time. Not all truths can lead you to triumphs; it's even better to hide it if you can't bend it!! Isn't this true or do I sound brewing a vice called, CHEATING?