Beauty is fleeting

 Beauty is fleeting

Advancing age, and we loose the temper to find love, hence forth the desperation of getting attached increases exponentially. 

Recently, a friend of mine decided to get settled down the old ways. He holds a list of suitable characteristics he seems to justify in suitable match. For my dismay, the top of list holds a tick box labelled "Beautiful". 

Gone are the days, when we used to get figured out with trophy wives alongside our arm.

One thing I have learnt in my short dating life span, is that in the end of very tiring day, you want to end up in someone who makes you laugh. Wet kisses, warm hugs and exchanging day pleasantries over the kitchen stove makes the day worth living.

Call it my fantasy or aging love, I enjoy the intricacies of life when I fall in love with the smell of touch more than the physical beauty. For, physical beauty is always fleeting.

                              If you want to know what distracts me, read the second word. 
 
  

Every house has a story

Every house has a story

Har Ghar Kuch Kehta Hai

Recently I was doing a lot of city hopping in search of a good house. My reality agent was taking me from one house to another in a bid to pursue my choice.

I was fascinated by the stories attached to every house. And I realized, new or old, every house speaks it own stories. 

An apartment is not a structure limited to its floor, walls, number of bedrooms and attached hall. An apartment is a house made with the people living in their. 

An apartment may be an investment for some, but for some its a abode of light and breeze. 

And then there are some empty apartments, left alone and barren telling the volumes of stories and memories they have kept hidden in their walls and flooring.