Sieve
How difficult it is to love you
And how easy it is to hurt you
When my heart,
All it is, is a sieve
Shot with tiny holes,
Nothing ever stays
Will you?
How difficult it is to love you
And how easy it is to hurt you
When my heart,
All it is, is a sieve
Shot with tiny holes,
Nothing ever stays
Will you?
I’m reading a book called Rubbish Boyfriends. But hang on, that’s not all that’s responsible for this mood o’ mine. I’ve been talking (and talking and talking) to the following women: A has been steadily (as opposed to happily) married to a ‘Who says we get it right the first…
*This is a sponsored post. The pictures are from a wedding I attended. Two of my friends got married this week. I attended a ceremony that lasted over 6 hours, included a pheras-around-fire ritual, several small in-family practices, a wedding dinner and reception. And this was actually an Indian Wedding…
Couples floated across the dance floor, flowing over each other. Someone said, “Up close with a stranger. You sure?” She said, “I want to learn.” He smiled. They were the last couple on the floor. Melting into each other. Then the music stopped. She walked off the floor, leaving him…
@rakhi: Thank you, girl..
This one is just beautiful.