Just a Cold Winter Evening! Merry Christmas !

Its nearly Christmas and another chilly evening its me, my laptop, hot chocolate in bed ahh!! the perfect combination of luxury! But i'm really craving to have a little sip of Brandy or Bloody Mary.
I can't help but just reminisce on the good old days.

My Dad had a book on Cocktails N Mocktails and as a kid I used to love looking at the pictures in the book:) The glasses looked so classy and colourful and I used to wonder when will I be able to get my hands on one of them :D
Whenever we had a party at home me and my cousin brother used to sneek some drinks into our glasses and drink it off before getting caught :D It was such Fun :D Luckily I never got a hangover :D

And when we used to come back from church after the Christmas midnight mass we used to have a grand family party that would go on till wee hours of the morning, and then everyone would just huddle around the Christmas Tree to open the gifts. All that 'My gift is better than yours' with my cousins the teasing and bullying I miss all that.

Now life is so crazy we hardly have time for each other just maybe wish each other through sms, emails or Skype or any other social media all u can do is push the like button on Facebook when u go through the updated Christmas pictures, gone are the days when I used to sit wide eyes looking at all the vintage Christmas cards they were so pretty and dainty I wish I could just mail myself some.
The best thing to have on Christmas is all ur family together.

My biggest dream is to spend Christmas on a snowy evening its difficult to get one here in India; but I know some day I will....and before I get too Nostalgic!!!

 A Very Merry & Cheerful Christmas !!!

 

I'm The Angel With Horns n Ur My Devil With Halo

I'm The Angel With Horns n Ur My Devil With Halo

 

 

You caught my eye when u passed by

I had to know more

I tried so hard to come so close

U pushed me away

But I thought  I would rather stay..

 

Ch:-

You are the bad bad boy

I'm the good good girl

Yet there is something that stands between us

I show my bad side

You have a good side

I'm the Angel with Horns n you are My Devil with Halo

 

I sometimes feel so mad

When u shut me out

But when I need a shoulder to cry on

You are invisibly near

Silently next to me

Like my shadow would be...

 

And I like being with you

I could hold on to you

We could be together

Like two jig saw pieces fit in with each other

The Angel in me and the Devil in You....

 

 

Trial by Fire

Trial by Fire

Everything was white and freezing cold it had been snowing outside for two days now the prison walls looked dull and grim there was no cheer  it was the night before Christmas and John lay on the hard bunk bed with his eyes closed trying to picture himself at home in the warmth of the firepalce with his loving wife Clare and his little angel Rose, he had’nt seen them for over eight years now he tried to picture Rose her tiny hands and feet wrapped in woollen spleandor a cerubic face with pretty smile all he could do was imagine as he had not been present when she was born. Did she ever think of me? Or ask about me ? he wondered, left alone in confinement for so many years his wife had not been in touch with him she had hated him so much for being a criminal all he had was an old picture of hers when they shared happy memories with each other.

It was the same snowy night eight years ago John and his friends were out in the bar having drinks, “Come on John you need to have another drink it will keep your body warm” jeered David “No im fine im taking your leave I need to head back home Clare will be waiting for me we have the carol party coming over” “Just one last peg John just for friendship “added Peter, John couldn’t deny more he nodded in agreement. Next what happened everything was just a blurr for him when he woke up he was in wooden cabin with blood on his hands a gun lying next to him David was lying a few feet further face down he seemed dead there was no sigh of Peter . He got up and went into the other room there on the bed was the body of a prostitute with a knife down in her stomach and blood all over. He tried to reach out but stumbled and fell he could’nt remember a thing somewhere far he could hear police sirens he tired to get up but the pain on his head made him pass out.

What followed next was a series of court sessions lapped up by the paparazzi, the woman who he thought to be a prostitute was infact an upcoming actress he had never met before , the forensics had found his finger prints both on the gun and the knife, Peter was still missing and it was believed that he was dead too but there had been no circumstantial evidence connecting to the theory. John pleaded that he was innocent and he could’nt remember what happened that night the jury and the lawyers argued that there was no drug found in his blood so he very well knew about his actions. His defence lawyers couldn’t say much and he was sentenced to death sentence as per the jury. All throughout the trial no one from his family came to visit him even his wife shunned him they had too much ridicule and negative media hurled towards them that made them bitter within.

Six years he spent in the harsh conditions of the Blackwood Jail he forgot the person that he was he never spoke or made friends with anyone he would just spend his time in the cell reading The Bible or going back in time into the fond memories that were held in his heart that coloured his dull surroundings. And then one day out of the blue there was a visitor her name was Kelly and she was a young lawyer interested in his case she felt that he was innocent and wanted to reopen his case he had sat throughout the interview with her just speaking in monosyllables half interested in what his outcome would be. The case was reopened amidst media frenzy as per the hunch of Kelly Peter was found hiding under a different identity in another country, he confessed to the murders stating that he had an illicit relationship with the deceased actress and she had got pregnant with his child she had asked him to meet her at the wooden cottage alone but he had driven there with his two friends who were intoxicated in drink, their argument had taken a wrong turn and he had attacked her killing her instantly which was unfortunately witnessed by David so he shot him too, then he hit John on the head and pinned the whole crime scene on him while he was unconscious.

It was a nice Christmas morning the snow had fallen deep John walked past the prison gates onto the car standing waiting for him it was Kelly, he had so much to thank her for she had believed in him and given him hope during those two years of the trial to meet his family again.

Kelly hugged him “Merry Christmas, are you ready to drive Home” she asked “Yes” he said and they drove away to Freedom.

 

Soul Mate

Soul Mate

Michelle glanced through the window of her spacious pent house the city was just waking up to another beautiful morning, she took a sip from her coffee mug and her thoughts wandered to Richard she knew they were meant to be together but she had left everything and shifted to other part of the country just to try her luck in the booming fashion industry and after five years of determination, dedication and hard work had reached where every newbie would wish to be but something tugged in her heart something that was vacant inspite of all the success around her she missed him.. she missed being with him..

The beep on her I-phone caught her attention a simple text from Angela read “Everything is ready we are waiting for you.”  She sighed and got up to get dressed.

The backstage madness of the runway took over her in no time it was the grand finale of her label LaBelleVie at the Pristine Fashion Week, the paparazzi quizzed her about her creation Soul Mate

 “Soul Mates is from within my heart my creation reflects the melting of two dual designs that different yet so incomplete without each other just like two individuals without each other but when they meet they become One” .

The lights shone and the music began the models took sashayed down the runway one by one, everyone was just in bathed breath in the backroom. The final one touched the ramp in a fashionable manner and there was a huge round of applause from the elite audience, Michelle felt elated she had done it again.

At the after party she was surrounded by her admirers and well wishers everyone just congratulating her and praising her for her creations, but someone in the end of the room stood out a handsome man in tuxedo with a bunch of red roses her favourite the same odd smile that had melted her heart caught her attention her heart skipped a beat as she recognized him - Richard..

She brushed past a wave of audience it seemed an eternity when finally she just hugged him so tight the feeling of guilt she had for these five years seemed to just melt in his strong arms, he hugged her back tight just the way he used too when they would meet everytime. Breaking off the hug they both spoke at once “ I’m proud of u” he said “ I missed you” she said. “I want to show you something” he said and holding each others hand they walked out of the room together into the cool summer night. There in the middle of the street stood a horse driven carriage looked like straight from a fairytale scene, he held her hand and helped her in they rode to the favourite place where they had met for the first time.

The place looked pretty with Chinese lanterns hung all over as soft violin played in the background, he knelt to the ground on one knee took out a small velvet box that held the most beautiful ring ever seen holding her hand he asked her “ You are my Soulmate, Will You Marry Me” .For a moment she stood speechless then with tears in her eyes she nodded  and said “Yes”.

And that day they both became One.