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The GANG .

The following is an excerpt from the Books named Pooja , Princy, Prince , Dhrishti , Rinu,Sneh,Shruti and Kunjan .

"I have loved reading books , but these were special ones , coming with their own packages of freshness , liveliness , laziness , madness and lots of craziness .

I read these books in a short time but well hold a huge and special place in my heart .

These are some full of LIFE books which I would never wish to forget .So here is a description about the same :

Pooja
A girl with the most cliche name , like she may be the nth person I know with this name .
She taught me that there is no reason to be one' s friend and one could be one with anyone at any place at any strangest of times .

AND WELL NICE FRIENDS !! 

Princy 
We share the same day to reach mother earth. She has that prime most factor to be one of my nicest friends : a TRUE LISTENER .
So calm and simple , she says things are more enjoyable when with me , well I say to her it's the other way round .This picture is special hope you know why ! 

Prince 
The rajaji of our gang ! I still remember how I MET YOU ! 
After an exam ! Rest is history , music , FRIENDS SHOW , AND WELL THE MALAYALEE BOND just brought that connection in us. We are all as a group searching for Rajaji 's Rani .He definitely deserves one marvel .At least with his singing skills ! LOL !Our selfie master ! 

Dhrishti

Just like her name she has an 'extraordinary sight ' to being.
She has a always a different angle at dealing things ,
The crazy streak, the bubbly one of our gang and as we say Pooja's betterhalf .She is way toooo unique to be loved .we all love her !and that's how we roll ! the pic is priceless haha!

Sneh 
The official declared CA of our group , the unavailable one .
But well we keep missing him at our hangouts  with this guy. In our group he said one thing , what will happen IF AGNES GOES HIGH ! MY GOODNESS ! 

Many have told me I am crazy .
But this compliment was different.
But loved it. 

Shruti 
The girl you see well towards left side in this picture  .The girl who read books from my library, the girl who is always happy.  Always positive.  A typical homie one would love to take home to .
Couldn't ever get a proper pic With her but she is the one who gave me the warmest hug when I needed it .

Rinu: 

Mr. Renu prakash , our future CA solely manufactured by God to be a pain to me. We both share a common hobby of irritating each other and it never somehow decreased  only increased .He is the one with a humor sense .The one who loves pink ! { don't kill me for this }

Who is the silent killer of our group .

Who is also the emotional one in our group

 ( sry for letting this secret out of ours )

Kunjan

The most daring and sweetest  Girl should be how I describe her.Just like u see her in the pic .The one who took a while to learn my name .
The one who always makes us understand that she is way too better at handling things in the most creative way .
She is a sweetheart ! 

Describing these books in few lines is difficult .VERY DIFFICULT.
But I have a snap of theirs hidden in my mind .
I have tried to let out the few specialities about these infamous books .(yet famous books) in  my life .

They have  left me with one THING WHICH I NEVER THOUGHT WOULD DESCRIBE THEM IN MY LIFE ...

and that's How real friends are ..... CRAZYYYYY ! 

YOU ALL ARE RECORDED HERE , 

LOVE 

ALWAYS 

AGI .

Today's Special

The most awaited day of the month;Valentine's day is here . While people are busy expressing their fond love and affection towards each other and their loved ones I wonder if they have loved themselves justly .

Just like waking up in the morning and having our daily mundane things done , loving oneself should be a routine . Great philosophers quote and summarise life as a ride to know thyself . Well let me second that along with the word LOVE . Love is a blissful feeling which unifies us with the world and with our soul . 

Some are unfortunate to have heartbreaks along their relationships , some are fortunate to stay with their partners , marry their soul mates . But what if we loose this bond , are we not blessed with an emotion of loving ourselves ? I bet we are . Looking at the mirror and giving that lilttle curve of smile to yourself, can give you giggles and laughter or make your day . Love comes only if we are happy . And not the other way around as people mention that if i have 'love '  in my life i shall be happy . Unless your heart beats for yourself you can't share that with others . 

Writing chaos of heartbreaks , reading testimonies and hate speeches of Love , being in touch with people ignorant to the concept of love isn't something unusual . I have met people who do not believe or perceive the emotion of love  . But all along i have also noticed the hollowness they carry in themselves. 

 While people are hurrying to be in relationships and get carried away by just the ' hormonal love 'or i-like -the- idea-of- you -so- i- am- high- on- love , and give away their  hearts to be broken all in all  I say start with yourself know yourself , love yourself first only then can you  share it , express it and well enjoy it. 

 We are living in an age of instant coffee , may we not  forget the long lived ways of living love ! Give time to love and preserve it . It takes effort to preserve love and that's loyalty . 

WELL FOR OTHERS WHO HAVE ACTUALLY FOUND THE FEELING OF BEING LOVED AND A BEING TO SHARE THE SAME ;GOODLUCK FOR TIME AHEAD . 

AND FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL ON THE SEARCH FOR LOVE - KEEP BELIEVING , LOVE WILL CROSS  BRIDGES AND COME TO YOU ONE FINE DAY . 

WISHING YOU ALL A LOVELY AND SPECIAL 

VALENTINE'S DAY . 

Sharing an excerpt from one of my dearest collection:

"Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict. 

Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep;

You are in California, Australia, wide awake. 

Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.

Maybe love is not ready for you. 

Maybe you are not ready for love. 

Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. 

Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. 

Maybe love is only there for 

a month. 

Maybe love is there for every firework, 

every birthday party, every hospital visit.

Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t. 

Maybe love shouldn't.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, 

And love leaves exactly when love must.

When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.

”

If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. 

Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, 

“Thank you for stopping by.”

-Sarah klay   and Phil .

Always 

LOVE  YOURSELF 

AGNES . 

BLOW OF INSPIRATION

As the creator blew LIFE within us , we are the life bearers all along the last breathe . Let us not forget to breathe life within us by celebrating life , forgetting our past failures and misfortunes , by befriending INSPIRATION in our lives . 

Here is a poem i have composed on INSPIRATION :

 

Always 

AGNES 

STAY INSPIRED ! 

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

In many Muslim cultures, when you want to ask them how they’re doing, you ask: in Arabic, Kayf haal-ik? or, in Persian, Haal-e shomaa chetoreh? How is yourhaal?

What is this haal that you inquire about? It is the transient state of one’s heart. In reality, we ask, “How is your heart doing at this very moment, at this breath?” When I ask, “How are you?” that is really what I want to know.

I am not asking how many items are on your to-do list, nor asking how many items are in your inbox. I want to know how your heart is doing, at this very moment. Tell me. Tell me your heart is joyous, tell me your heart is aching, tell me your heart is sad, tell me your heart craves a human touch. Examine your own heart, explore your soul, and then tell me something about your heart and your soul.

Tell me you remember you are still a human being, not just a human doing. Tell me you’re more than just a machine, checking off items from your to-do list. Have that conversation, that glance, that touch. Be a healing conversation, one filled with grace and presence.

Put your hand on my arm, look me in the eye, and connect with me for one second. Tell me something about your heart, and awaken my heart. Help me remember that I too am a full and complete human being, a human being who also craves a human touch.
- THE DISEASE OF BEING BUSY ,OMID SAFI .


SOMETHING REALLY MOVING WERE THOSE ABOVE LINES  THAT I READ WHICH I FELT WAS WORTH FOR THIS TIME'S BLOG . FOR LOVE IS COMPASSIONATE TO THE WHOLE WORLD , ENGAGE YOURSELF TO SOMETHING OLD THIS TIME , THE OLDEN WAYS OF SENDING LOVE LETTERS ........ 


Love letters Sent from viewpoint of the mailbox,

Unlike these days of everything set in motion with predictability . Those were golden days of adrenaline rush , excitement , eternal hope , raging emotions spinning against unending waits . Waiting for a piece of letter that came crossing miles. It's true people still appreciate the fact and the very concept of writing letters : love letters . In my childhood days my teacher narrated us a story about pen lovers how they grew their bond over letters and how everything was real, transparent , honest and feelings were always deep . 

This depth wasn't framed with a smile or love at first sight , but built on strong grounds . The simple token of writing to each other about the very same mundane , expected and happy things with  closeness and warmth . With every new letter that arrived the bond grew stronger and better . The foundation was the two people themselves .

I have always loved , believed in the concept of letters . I keep writing to my near and dear ones . when two lovers lived in a state of no freedom and acceptance , all they could have sustained on could have been that fresh paper that came inside their mailbox . Well that was sustenance for them .

When he needed comfort and had nothing around
He looked and relaxed at her handwriting
When those words echoed loud
Their emotions they were proud .
They had the best time expressing
She loved the shiny ,new touch and smell of the new letter
Holding it along her chest
And then vorfreude !
A leap of faith , joy , and love .
Not giving up on each other , holding each other , in every word of their letters.
This was tender and precious love !


ALWAYS ,
AGNES 

ART

For an incalculably long time I have been preparing myself to post on this gem of a theme : ART .
I am bestowed with some art bend  : dance , music  and sketching which has always been a part of me all  through  the bygone years and even now.

Befuddled   or anxious , through this uncertainty which life throws at me art has always helped me get through and I feel that has been the very experience with anyone who devotes time for art or appreciates it. Art is for the one who could appreciate the beauty in its expression , for those who could find the enigma  and the very reason of its birth , for those who could connect to the rich souls who created uniqueness in their  art form .Art varies in forms from music , to paintings to dance to pottery to many others !

When the sarod or guitar strings strike a chord in rhythmic progression I levitate in bliss ! When an  artist's painting gives me a glimpse of my life , when I read a piece of poetry and connect instantly I understand art is the very form of expression to understand and land on this beautiful place called life !

India is a land of abundant artists.  I am a follower of many of them ,   like many others in this world. So its difficult to rank them in a particular order so not mentioning that unending list of names .While people state and define art in their words I find it difficult to define and  limit  an art in mere words as  in magical , divine , beautiful or fantastic .All I understand about it , here it is ;
What I see and feel in an art form is its redeeming and liberating nature. Practicing , performing , or appreciating an art all brings  along a special feel :   FREEDOM .It frees  our soul and lets us adore things around  .Clear your troubled heart , soothe your life with some art I say .Its a great healer as well .

"Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."
- Kurt Vonnegut .

Finally,  here is the writeup I wrote on my Best Friend's midnight mention of two words : Pearl and Sand .

To be specific she at different times ,  helps me to be inspired to write something better  and so just that you all  may know . "Ms. Leo"  here is the proof . 

Covered in sands of the ocean and lands I have travelled distances Rolling and being layered in different areas. Surrounded by heat , cold and rainy days I have matched my days along with you . I am a pearl , in the sand ,known and recognized when people swipe me from u . When people clear the layers of sand  they find me . You are a part of my identity.

Sometimes the sparkling lives have been along with the little rays which couldn't be sparks . They aid the ones who need a sparkling life .
Same like the Pearl and Sand.

Don't forget the sands who have carried  you.  They have been with you always , your turn to be for them .

Pearl said to the sand
Oh how dusty are you !
Sand said but its all for you ,
I take the pain to shield you
Oh no!  u don't said the pearl
When she was trapped in a string she knew what sand meant
Once she had freedom with the sand
Now all she had was string of other pearls like her 

- yes, I made that up with those two  words.

Art is all around us ..hope you find your area of an art companion.

Thank You for reading this .
Always 

Agnes 

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE COFFEE?

Getting high with alcohol isn't rare. But I am one of those who gets high with coffee and chocolates . Today I am here to share those coffee breaks in our life. As I read in a magazine which said "some days we make coffee sometimes coffee makes our day"

 There is so much happening over a coffee . The way friends tune in to each other in the  famous sitcom FRIENDS at  CENTRAL PARK ,the way  i   have  a gala time every instance I drink coffee and hear  some evergreen melodies simultaneously  . We have book-stores with coffee corners around , we have couples catching up with a cup of coffee , we have  that ONE whole night before exam we keep ourselves awake over so many cups of coffee and we have a strata of people who love coffee and keep having it better known as coffee addicts .

This new commercial  the    Nescafe ad #ITALLSTARTS   made me feel the need to write about this distinct  and special beverage . COFFEE. 

I am fortunate to have a mother who as I keep reiterating in front of everyone and now here too , makes   for me the best coffee in the world. We all have those hands of love preparing for us coffee , I wonder if they know how special they are.

Be it the morning , evening  or  midnight cup of coffee  , this mug of drink needs to be praised. I am here to share my love for this cup of coffee ! Believe it or not much can happen over a cup of coffee . It's caffeine agreed , but a lot more than that.To people , to students, to employees , to teachers , to lovers , to everyone at some part of their respective days.

Ending with this  personal favourite quote : LOVE IS IN THE AIR AND IT  SMELLS LIKE COFFEE ! 

Presently all I have got something connected to this topic is this picture. Hope you too  have a coffee story. 

Always ,

The Coffee-lover :

AGNES

Today my Baby turns 1 .

You must be wondering which baby , well last year on this date I gave birth to one of the sweetest love of my life , my writing took birth as a baby blog on blogger.com , . 

It has  been an enamoring journey within and outside . Spreading the words before a larger audience online , the thoughts which kept  lingering were brought forth on my blog . My personal journal of details about life in its thick and thin has been written all about  throughout this one year .

So to every reader who has been a reader , once , twice or for all the times you have read any of my blog posts  all this while ; THANK YOU .YOUR constant suggestions, compliments , reading and inquisitiveness has led me FORWARD . My words are all I have , my words are all I could give away . Hoping I continue to help you grow , through my messages ; the messages of my write-ups .

Please note this journey doesn't end , keep reading , keep your eyes glued to my efforts.Looking forward to even more happy articles to be composed .

But for now , thank you all,  for 2-9-2015 ! Cheers .

God bless you all!
 And finally this quote for all of you my lovable readers :

 
Always  and always 
AGNES