Raising a Toast ...

To all those ...
That never lived to see another daylight ...
She raises a toast ...
To the ones ...
Whom fate meted out her justice!
#GoFigure
Go figure the numbers ...
The ones who were unjust ...
She is just an unjust lady ...
Seeking justice for the wrong done.
Go Figure ...
The pain of the one ...
Who gave selflessly ...
Only to be looted by the ones she trusted ...
The wail of her soundless cries ...
They echo through the night...
Raising hell in Heaven and Earth ...
Oh Yes!
See the end result ...
A heart attack here and there...
A cardiac arrest to name a few ...
A few hanging deadbeat bodies ...
The fans a witness to their pain ...
Never hurt a selfless soul ...
For justice today ...
Is done here and here only on Earth ...
You suffer your hell here ...
You can not fathom the pain...
It is here that her justice is given ...
It is here that you face her truth ...
An unjust lady seeking justice ...
Do not cross paths with her ...
For she is the cat clad in black ...
With magic in her footsteps ....
Raising a toast to the moon above ...
She wails yet again ...
The dawn tomorrow shall bring ...
The death of yet another beastly soul.
#GoFigure

A Big Mistake ...

She thought he was a friend...

He turned out to be a beast...

Killing her trust instantly...

He pounced upon her...

Her innocence lost ...

In the melee of silent screams ...

A big Mistake ...

Certainly...

He turned out to be her biggest mistake in life. #GoFigure

Bisi bhele bhaath...

An all-time favorite and wholesome complete food ... Bisi bhele bhaath ... A Karnataka special... #Cuisine #Taste #Lunch #LonelyPlanet

Waiting with open arms...

She is ...
Waiting with open arms ...
For her lover...
Her imaginary lover ...
Her friend...
Her guide...
Her soulmate...
She is waiting...
Wanting a tete'a tete' ...
An unknown future ...
The thrill of not knowing...
An unknown future it is. #GoFigure

A Battle of sorts ...

Her mind is a battlefield...
Always at odds with various thoughts...
An arena where daggers are drawn...
One always against oneself...
Rest against the thoughts...
A minefield ...
Any time ready to explode...
Her mind, her thoughts...
A dagger always drawn. #GoFigure

Strained Thoughts ..

Of strained thoughts...
And mulling over life...
On a rainsoaked morning ..
Over a cup or two of tea...
The steam rising...
Music in the background...
Bringing back memories of yesteryears...
Years gone by ...
Just a faint hint ...
Of life in the past...
The pain...
The trials ...
The tribulations...
Just a dull ache remaining...
Reminder of a turbulent past ...
A past not forgotten...
Best remembered ...
And a smile spreads across her face...
A glint in the eyes...
A hint of glee...
A joy of having endured ...
A coming of age smile...
Strained thoughts ...
Flowing along ...
Besides her mundane tasks ...
Time to retire into the lap of nature...
The pitter patter of raindrops...
Beckoning her...
To become one with them...
She rises to meet them halfway...
She becomes one of them...
She becomes her strained thoughts...
She envelopes herself...
In the cool embrace of the water streaming down...
The elixir of life ...
She gives up her life ...
To become IT! #GoFigure

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: The King And I ... #GoFigure

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: The King And I ... #GoFigure: A mystery date ... Something that was strange ... Something that turned into ... A beautiful memory to cherish ... The King and I ... ...

Royalty at her feet ...

Whoa!
The harsh reality ...
Of what a beauty can achieve...
Even men of high posterity...
At her beck and call...
To know her...
To pamper her...
To cater to her whims and fancies...
Just to bed her...
To feel her ...
Woohoo!
The exhilaration...
To be aware of her power...
A minute of who she is...
A moment that shall wither away soon...
She smiles in disgust...
It's the mortality of being a beautiful woman...
A woman in a big bad world...
A woman without a man...
The Royalty licking her feet...
The Royalty groveling at her feet...
The momentous joy...
The thrill of it...
Aware...
There's no loyalty...
Just Royalty... #GoFigure

The King And I ... #GoFigure

A mystery date ...
Something that was strange ...
Something that turned into ...
A beautiful memory to cherish ...
The King and I ...
A #Bucketlist fulfilled ...
Out of the blue ...
The King messaged her ...
Would you like to go on a  Dinner date with me?
She declined.
Rest is history ...
A whirlwind of activities ...
A flurry of events ...
They met and painted the town red...
From one end to the other ...
They travelled like others ...
No airs ...
No inhibitions...
All care shed to the Monsoony wind ...
Mumbai sure would have swooned ...
The two adventurers ...
On a trip of their own...
They traversed the suburbs of Mumbai ...
Finally rounding of at South Bombay ...
With a bottle of wine between them ...
Swooning to the newfound music in the air ...
They had a blast ...
All care to the wind ...
Letting their hair down ...
The Royalty and a Commoner ...
The King and I ..
On a blind, mystery date ...
A brief encounter ...
To be remembered and cherished...
She feels the happiness ...
She is blessed.

The illusion

A happily ever after ...
What a delusional delight!
An illusion ...
Nothing but bigotry stuffed in our minds...
A state of confounded happiness...
A mistake from the beginning...
Nothing remains the same ever...
A moment it's there ...
The next while ,
It's all washed away...
A delusional illusion...
A facade of a disturbed mindset.

Corkscrew cockatoo!

Go figure the title ...
😜

That feeling #Cooking ...

Content in her World ...
She moves about ...
Pottering her plants ...
Talking to them...
Loitering around her home...
Looking in the mirror...
At the greys...
And wondering How...
How on Earth did she survive...
The tsunami that consumed her everything...
Exhuming the memories of past...
She smiles...
The miles she's covered...
Whew! What a journey...
She smiles smugly...
A tear trickling through the corner of her left eye...
She sighs!
A deep breath and an equally deep...
Exhale...
Chuckling, she picks a pan...
Ready to pour her feelings...
Into the pan...
And, produce yet another masterpiece...
Loved by all...
Little do they know...
What goes into her cooking! #GoFigure

When you have loved truly...

When you have loved truly...
You know you can afford to wait a moment more ...
A moment more for them to catch up with you...
You don't take another step ...
Lest they are trying to catch up...
Lest they are a step behind...
When you forgive them their decision...
You forgive them their momentary lapse of judgment...
When you have truly loved...
You don't just move on ...
You give them a chance!
#GoFigure

She's the Muse ...

A porcelain face...
Fine China...
Delicate enough to crack...
To be handled with care...
She's the muse to one too many ...
Each looking upto her ...
For inspiration...
For luck...
For luck and
Probably a fuck too.
One never knows ...
What lies behind the shielded eyes...
The intentions ...
Behind the salt and pepper looks ...
What jackal lurks...
Who knows ...
Who knows what lays ahead...
No one ...
She amuses them...
She's a tease ...
She's an enigma...
A slippery fish ...
Not to be caught ...
Just observed and...
Fantasized about.
She's a muse...
An untouchable mannequin...
A doll in their thoughts...
A dream not to be caught.
She's their muse ...
She laughs ...
Giggling at times...
A smile so benign...
Yet so infectious...
Pasted on her lips...
She inspires them...
She mesmerises them...
For she's their muse.

The measure of happiness...

Half full or half empty...
Does it matter?
Nah! Never ...
Today, she's reached a point in life ...
Where she creates her own happy moments...
Moments where she comes alive ...
In her own imagination...
An imaginary world of dreams ...
That she fulfills every living
moment ...
Her life has come one full circle ...
She doesn't need anyone to make life happen for her...
She makes life happen...
And boy,  is it happening?
Yes, it is!
This is one such moment,
35000 feet above sea level ...
She's writing her story ...
One post at a time ...
Imagine, how many can really do that?
She can ...
Life made it possible...
She made it possible...
The measure of happiness...
The peg measurer in her hand ...
She's embarked on yet another ...
Intrigue filled journey ...
Her #TravelDiary has a chapter added to it...
The #DelhiDiary to be written.
#GoFigure

35000 feet above...

35000 feet above ...
Far above the snowy white clouds...
Air traveling to yet another destination...
She observes a lot ...
A glance around...
And she gauges the people...
Sizes up the gentry traveling...
A happy baby in front ...
A not so happy sibling ...
A disgruntled father...
A sad mother ...
Who couldn't muster the courage...
To take a stand against her miserly husband...
Who felt 200 bucks was a lot to pay ...
For a pack of Snickers for the older child ...
How people have to compromise ...
In marriages that are sad...
A sad state of affairs...
Despite education...
When people compromise in toxic marriages ...
35000 feet above sea level ...
Things haven't changed from ground level...
#GoFigure

The moment of truth...

It takes a lifetime...
A lifetime it takes...
To make a person a person...
The confluence of experiences...
They make us who we are ...
Who we are ...
Is so subjective...
Mortal beings ...
Ready to mingle with the Earth...
When time is right ...
It takes a lifetime...
It is not just a moment...
It's a lifetime of experiences...
A lifetime of trials and tribulations ...
Ultimately we are what we experience...
Dust, water ...
That's what we really are...
And, nothing else.

A decade ahead...

A decade ahead ...
He is a plethora of experiences...
A treasure trove of memories...
Of travel and travails...
The fine lines on his forehead...
The crinkly crows feet ...
At the corner of his eyes ...
A reminder of his journey through life.
He is a mine of stories...
Funny and cute...
A flurry of activities...
His life is full...
Coming one full circle...
Towards his silver sunset.
A storyteller of yore...
A music afficionado...
A connosieur of fine food ...
Appreciative of good wine ...
He's a wee bit ...
A decade ahead of her ...
She lives in awe of his splendour...
She looks up to him...
She waits for more from him.
He lives a life ...
She dreamt of once...
He lives her dream ...
Unknoweth of her ...
She lives her dream through his words.

An Evening worth remembering...

With an eye full of Rosy dreams ... She returned post dinner ...
Having met the Bond of her dreams ...
The waxing eloquent hunk...
Fresh from the Thar desert,
An eye candy ...
Rustic from the sun and sand experience...
She places herself comfortably on her bed ...
And reminisces the immediate past ...
Questioning herself...
How did she land herself in the company of the perfect man for the job...
The job of keeping her glued to his words...
Not a moment of boredom...
Every word from his vocal chords ...
Music to her ears...
This is the man she had been searching for decades ...
One who would sweep her off her feet ...
Without lifting a finger ...
An innocence in his simplicity...
The suspenders a reminder of a boyish youth ...
Fine taste in wine and dine ...
And she was floored even before she met him.
His social media posts ...
Her favourite haunts...
Watching the pictures of his travel and more...
Reading the forenote to each post ...
A gluttony of words...
A foodgasm of thoughts...
A feast to the eyes...
He embodies the very Adonis of the world of culinary delights.
Here she embarks upon her crush on him...
A juvenile delinquency of desire to meet him...
In one of those weak moments...
She let's him into her private World...
And blurts out in messages...
Her infatuation for his words and photographs of his travels...
His travelogue making her go weak in her knees.
They exchange words...
Of course, in due civility...
She knows not of him ...
But, she's taken by his charm.
The Wordsmith in him overpowers ...
Her web of words ...
Who spins a better yarn ...
Knoweth she not.
A rendezvous incognito...
Just like her reel hero ...
The bond in real life appears in her land ...
The lair is set for a round of drinks ...
Followed by a quick Chinese bite ...
She comes away totally floored...
And enamoured by his charm.
A fine man...
His manners set him apart ...
An old world charm ...
A swag in his gait ...
A decade of difference makes no difference...
For she has fallen...
Head over heels for this swindler of words.
A myriad thoughts onslaught her mind...
She heaves a sigh and dreams on.
What got her attracted to this Playboy of words ...
Every woman clamouring for his attention...
A hint of jealousy in her mind ...
She let's an inaudible moan escape her lips...
But, he conceded her request for a turban to be adorned on his head ...
Why would he?
A man of his words ...
He met her on his sojourn back...
His tired self keeping pace with her springy steps...
Yes, there is magic in his persona...
He minces not his words ...
A World Traveller...
Surely , he must know her heart.
Camouflaged in his eyes behind the lashes ...
The look of a seasoned Traveller...
He the current Lawrence of Arabia ...
She the Sheherzadi of a thousand Arabian nights.
#GoFigure

She saw her working day and night ...

A conversation ensues...
Based on the untimely death of her dear friend #Sangeeta...

[2/20, 7:52 PM] Radhika Nanda: I am fine
[2/20, 7:52 PM] Radhika Nanda: Just disturbed
[2/20, 7:53 PM] Satyaki Ghatak: Try to relax and sleep well
[2/20, 7:53 PM] Radhika Nanda: I need to rest my mind
[2/20, 7:53 PM] Radhika Nanda: Yes
[2/20, 7:53 PM] Radhika Nanda: Thank you
[2/20, 7:54 PM] Radhika Nanda: Waiting for sleep
[2/20, 7:54 PM] Radhika Nanda: It's been two hours
[2/20, 7:54 PM] Radhika Nanda: Even medicine doesn't help
[2/20, 7:54 PM] Satyaki Ghatak: Ok..don't take more now
[2/20, 7:54 PM] Radhika Nanda: My mind is blank
[2/20, 7:55 PM] Radhika Nanda: Can't think , nor focus
[2/20, 7:55 PM] Satyaki Ghatak: Can understand..if we lose any close friend
[2/20, 7:56 PM] Radhika Nanda: I couldn't even shed a tear
[2/20, 7:56 PM] Radhika Nanda: It's like a dam ready to burst
[2/20, 7:56 PM] Satyaki Ghatak: You are a brave person..you will come out of this soon
[2/20, 7:57 PM] Radhika Nanda: I saw her working day and night for what. Death?
[2/20, 7:57 PM] Radhika Nanda: She didn't enjoy life
[2/20, 7:57 PM] Radhika Nanda: Am working too
[2/20, 7:57 PM] Radhika Nanda: It's making me think, for what
[2/20, 7:57 PM] Satyaki Ghatak: Death is not in our hand dear
[2/20, 7:57 PM] Radhika Nanda: For whom
[2/20, 7:58 PM] Radhika Nanda: After I am gone , is it worth it
[2/20, 7:58 PM] Radhika Nanda: Will my kids be happy if I am dead
[2/20, 7:58 PM] Satyaki Ghatak: No one happy if someone close dead
[2/20, 7:58 PM] Radhika Nanda: Why am I not giving it all up and spending time with my kids
[2/20, 7:59 PM] Radhika Nanda: But my kids also have no time for me
[2/20, 7:59 PM] Radhika Nanda: It's a vicious cycle
[2/20, 7:59 PM] Radhika Nanda: Life is so sinister
[2/20, 8:00 PM] Radhika Nanda: We all want material things and also Nirvana
[2/20, 8:00 PM] Satyaki Ghatak: Life is all about struggle dear...sometime happy sometime sad
[2/20, 8:01 PM] Radhika Nanda: I can either eat Dal rice and spend time with my kids or give them material benefits and work my arse off
[2/20, 8:01 PM] Radhika Nanda: I see many who do nothing but have everything
[2/20, 8:01 PM] Radhika Nanda: Some who don't deserve enjoying life
[2/20, 8:01 PM] Radhika Nanda: Where do we go wrong
[2/20, 8:02 PM] Radhika Nanda: What is it that we aren't doing right
[2/20, 8:02 PM] Radhika Nanda: Damn
[2/20, 8:02 PM] Satyaki Ghatak: Relax dear
[2/20, 8:03 PM] Radhika Nanda: Trying

If she's so sad...
Imagine the girls ...
Who lost their mother...
There are many to wipe their tears ...
But, how many are genuine?

She worries for the girls...
She worries for her kids...
Is this what we slog for?
An untimely death?

She saw her slogging day in and day out...
She sees herself slogging day in and day out...
What's the difference?
Soon she will be dead too...
Her kids orphaned ...
How would that feel like?

Nostalgia

In the quietness of her realm...
She remenisces the past ...
The very recent past ...
The glory of those happy days ...
The sharing of food ...
The sharing of everything that was dear ...
Thoughts and what not ...
In her solitude, she wonders ...
Does he feel guilty?
Does he feel remorse for what he did?
Did he even once think,
How she would cope with the betrayal?
She wonders in her quietude...
She looks up to the heavens...
A question written across her eyes ...
Why Me?
Nostalgia grips her...
Memories have her in painful throes...
Tears streaming down her cheeks ...
She turns her face in her pillow...
Letting the cotton soak the saline flow...
Drying her eyes...
Drying her soul...
Turning frigid ...
She tattoos her name as...
The Ice Maiden in her mind ...
Never again to become weak...
Never again to give her heart...
A thousand pieces strewn here and there...
She lets out a laughter...
A sinister smile envelopes her lips...
A glint happens in her eyes...
Nostalgia can do that to you...
Turn you into a She Monster...
A monster raging within...
She becomes Her ...
The one that runs with the Wolves...
#GoFigure

The rise and fall...

She promised herself...
She would rise from her ashes...
Rise she did ...
From her ashes ...
To soar high ...
Towards the blazing Sun...
Burning again ...
Withering into nothingness...
Not an ounce of hope left...
Not a drop of blood ...
All burnt black...
The flame engulfed her...
She rose to her death ...
In the blazing heat of the moment...
In the blazing heat of the Sun.

Conned!

It seemed so perfect...
A match made in heaven...
It was just too good...
Too quick...
A whirlwind romance ...
Just too soon ...
Too good to be true!

They decided to meet...
She went to his city...
He acted broke ...
Broken emotionally...
Broke financially...
She spent herself on him...
She spent her money on him...
She returned broken...
Physically and emotionally...
He turned out to be a conman...
She had a nagging feeling...
That all wasn't well...
In her absence...
He had been cheating on her...
Robbing her wallet dry ...
Robbing her esteem...
Every which way ...
He sucked the life out of her...
She could do nothing...
She was conned ...
Her feelings canned ...
Broken, she tried to move on ...
Only to be reminded...
There are men and...
There are CONMEN.