Forbidden Pleasures

Such as lolling around in bed way after the seven a.m. snooze button has been hit four times already, or lounging around with a cup of hot ginger-elaichi tea, dousing oneself in its flavorful aroma as I wander from room to room.
Checking in on my plants, taking a minute extra to ruffle their leaves, or caress the new-green shoots.
Dozing off in the afternoon, with my favourite fiction book spreadeagled on my tummy.
Cleaning the dresser and rearranging my favourite perfumes.
Basking in the smell of clean linen- and just-washed towels.
The liberty to not answer each and every phone call.
The freedom to not read through each of the hundred-odd emails I get each day.

The option to daydream about the blurry cloudiness of my phone's wallpaper all day....

An experiment with time

It's an experiment I was hesitant to take up.
Thirty one days. Thirty one different topics. Would I be able to do it?
I did.
It's the end of the month and I have a whole stack of notes that I'm yet to publish.
Sometimes the outpourings have been from the heart, sometimes from the mind, but each day, there has been a post this month.
The biggest challenge which stared me hard in the face was: would I sustain enough excitement to be able to post each day?
I believe I did (barring yesterday)
And I'm glad I did.
I'm glad things are finally working out the right way and this has been a small step in that direction. 
Thirty one days and thirty one thoughts.

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Yes! Just one more day to go :)

Small stuff

Just waiting for a fraction before you press the end call button.
Ruffling my hair while I sleep.
Hugging me oh-so-tightly when I'm just drifting off to sleep.
Buying those movie tickets I so wanted to see.
Sneaking in a drink before we finally head home
Ordering my favourite butter chicken before I even say it
Holding the car door open for me
Surprising me with a fabulous stone just like that
Wiping my plate clean with a napkin just before ladling curry onto it
Just these and a million more
Make me want you even more

Simplicity

A jewelled watch.
An icecream.
A pav bhaji treat.
And their name flashed across all India stores. 
That's all that my sales team strives for.
No big names, no fancy titles, no showmanship for them- only a healthy sense of competition and the need to be recognised.
I remember a time when I was a simpleton like them- oh, so long back!
A penny for the simple joys of life!

Music is my aeroplane

 
It's not blood but music which courses through my veins.
I don't lay claim to the largest repository of music that many of my friends may have, but I sure make the list, somewhere...
As far back as I can tax my brain, I've always felt a strange affinity for English music. Add to it my love for the English language and what have you- a fanatic who feels at home in the cobbled streets of Oxford.
Music has the power to teleport you to the most amazing place- your dreams. With music, each note is a different place. Music also has the power to be your solitary companion when you feel life just can't get any worse. 
There's a song in my heart, and it's there for all occasions.
I loved the feel of the huge Wembley concert hall, so at one with the thousands surrounding me, yet alone in my private symphony.
True: music is my passport to myself, my alternate life that is the perfect one, which exists somewhere in ether.
 

Animal Farm

Chaos in the workplace today. Sensitive egos were bruised, tempers were frayed and all it took was a simple case of inter- departmental miscommunication which could've been easily avoided. The two in question, their respective head-of-departments engaged in a dirty verbal mud slinging match in front of the entire office, putting the rarely-used conference rooms to shame. 
Now I work in a small office. There are about 50 staff (give or take a couple)- in about 7 departments. That makes it about 7 odd people with varying skill sets, eating lunch together, gossiping together, going on picnics together and the like. It's also a given that there would be vast differences of opinion amongst them, but none of them so large as to amount to literal slander. 
What catalysed the entire showdown was a prejudice in A's mind against B, which coloured his vision and forced him to look at all aspects, all interactions in that grey light.
Why do we allow ourselves to be guided by prejudices? The mark of a true leader is adopting an open mind, objectively analysing each situation and then taking action.
Sad to say, such noble intentions exist in textbooks only.
The real world is dog-eat-dog, crab mentality and much worse than all that combined.