Noone knows how to fall in love anymore. Noone knows how to hold on to people, with everything they’ve got. Noone knows how to be so lost in someone that the rest of the world is oblivious to your existence. Noone knows what “Truly Madly Deeply” was written about, anymore. Nobody knows what love feels like, only what it is supposed to feel like.
People have become too practical for love. Tch Tch!
This is for all those beautiful people I have lost to cancer. Because you fought and fought hard. You’ll always be missed and remembered. You make us more brave and taught us that “Life must go on…”.
And this is in support of all those people who still fight it everyday. And to their families. Because after having been through it myself, all I can say to you is “Be Strong”.
Show your support. Send out a message on 2nd October. http://www.livestrongday.org/pledgenow
Just Live. Just Do. Just Love. It’s that simple.
You should have the perfect job. You should wake up every day and be within walking/biking distance of the kind of place that at once inspires, challenges, and supports you. Your coworkers should be friends, and your boss should be your role model and mentor. You should earn a wonderful salary from this job that allows you to afford everything you desire in life, and should also be provided with ample free time in which to enjoy all of this money you're making.
Love shouldn’t feel circumstantial. It shouldn’t feel as if I love you more than you love me or vice versa. There shouldn’t be conditions, levels or lesser degrees of love. If there are then whatever you’re feeling is something else. Maybe lust, maybe like, maybe comfort – but certainly not love. The effort shouldn’t be one-sided; all of the little things can’t come from one contributor; and if you hurt, your companion should as well.
I wish I could say I am not foolish enough for love. But I can’t. I am foolish. Foolish to fall in love at your every smile, kiss, hug, caress…
And I wish you weren’t looking over my back, reading this. Now you know my secret. You know I am already in love with you. And that makes me all the more vulnerable. And this vulnerability should make me scared. But it doesn’t. Because I am foolish and I give into love again. And again. And again…
It's hard to ignore that some questions -- some thoughts that may occasionally cross our minds -- are just out of bounds. Whether from familial pressure, what all our friends seem to be doing, or our high expectations for ourselves, we try to stay on a certain course, without thinking too much about where we might be headed. But these five questions, more than any others, bring up some possible ugliness that we often find ourselves unable to face directly in the mirror.
A guest post by Praveen Talwar.
Many years ago, in 1990, something changed in India. It wasn't something that everyone noticed. It wasn't something that a lot of people even cared about. But it was something big, something to do with how the law actually extends its protection to citizens in practice. In October 1990, the Supreme Court of India ruled in favor of one Banubi Sheikh, a woman who admitted in court that she was party to an extramarital relationship, a woman who also stuck to her guns in stating that that little fact should be treated as irrelevant to her main allegation that she was assaulted and raped by a policeman at her home.
I met Dave through a friend of mine at a small hip hop concert this past weekend in Dallas, and saw his group kill it live. Comprised of Texas Tech students Devan (Kashus Klay) and Dave, The Mohicans simply make great hip hop music with pertinent messages. To me, they're reminiscent of the "golden era" of 90s hip hop (whatever that means) with a modern twist.
I am not like other girls. I have interests that range from the intellectual to the deliciously superficial. I enjoy reading Stephen Hawking, and watching the Real Housewives. I wear glasses sometimes, and other times I don't. More often than I'd like, I forget to take off my makeup before I go to sleep and I wake up looking like a melting panda bear with these crusty black circles underneath my eyes.
