Sometimes I'm too dramatic for my own good. I should have lived in a book. A really long, extremely dramatic book full of sequences the idle mind can never imagine, full of dreams that do not end.


That's exactly where I deserve to be.

An open wound. Bare skin. Unzipped. 

Why is it so difficult to give yourself permission to feel. To feel without being betrayed, to feel without a doubt.  Why are we holding back? Why can't we just say exactly what we want to and move on? Why do I have to think before I talk?

So may times in life we come across situations that begs us to feel, makes our hearts beat faster. But we're scared, so scared. Of feeling. It doesn't matter anymore if it is right or wrong but you have to feel it in your heart. But we are scared of being exposed. We don't want to be taken for granted. But what guarantee is there that we will be? What guarantee is there that we wont? That's when you take a blind leap of faith. Blind, but your heart is open. Blind, but you've never seen clearer than right now, than this moment that takes your breath away.

"Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tier faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them."

- Ray Bradbury

"I was born with an enormous need for affection and a terrible need to give it".

-Audrey Hepburn

Don't Leave Your Dessert In A Desert

There comes a point in life when you turn around and realize that you've been carrying extra baggage. Not emotional baggage but that big butt you've been lugging around for a long time. You fall on your knees and pray hard, "God, just make that thing disappear!!". But right after that you drown all your sorrows in a big bar of Toblerone so that kind of cancels out your plea. 

The next morning you decide to put a full stop to your abysmal behavior. "That's it", you tell yourself. "No more scarfing down sweets in to this endless pit". And then you go on a diet till it's time for the next meal.

I have learnt that crash diets don't work, fad diets don't work, the Atkins diet doesn't work even if all the celebrities are "doing it", eating five "small" meals a day doesn't work and depriving yourself of the most important food group - dessert, sure as hell does not work. So I have devised two new kinds of diet plan the "Eat Dessert First" plan aka "I-don't-care-what-I-eat-but-please-let-me-have-dessert-first" plan and the "One Dessert, Two Spoons" plan.

EAT DESSERT FIRST

This is a very simple plan. All you have to do is follow it literally. Eat dessert first before your main meal. That way your craving is satisfied and you eat only half of your main course. 

Disclaimer : This doesn't apply if you insist on eating the entire meal even after you've had dessert. If you do so then you have a problem.

ONE DESSERT, TWO SPOONS

Again literal translation applies here. Just remember that both the spoons are not for you. You order one portion of dessert and share it with another person. The only problem that this plan presents is that both of you have to agree upon which dessert to order.

Disclaimer : This plan doesn't apply if you order two different desserts and share both. That's just being greedy and you deserve to be slapped if you do that, you fatty.

Tiramisu at Tuscana Pizzeria, Nungambakkam

Fried Ice Cream at Benjarong, Alwarpet

If you watched 'He's Just Not That Into You' then you will remember the line that Drew Barrymore's cute ex-boyfriend guy tells that neurotic pixie haired girl in the end - "I'm/You're the exception", or something along those lines. Anyway, the same concept applies for dessert. Just like how every rule has an exception, every dessert has an exception. In this case it is ice cream. Ice cream is good. Never share your ice cream. If someone approaches you with his tongue sticking out while you are contemplating which side to attack your ice cream from, then punch him. It's okay. He deserved it.

Bavarian chocolate ice cream at Baskin Robbins, Kilpauk