being The woman...

Like all the other women under the sun she too likes taking care of her man..she likes to cook hearty meals for him, and feed him well...it gives her immense happiness when he is well-fed (yes both mentally and physically)..she likes to pack his meal-boxes, sometimes carry them over to him when he is too exhausted after a busy working day or a strenuous exam..it is moments like these when her heart tells her to stuff his mouth with spoons full of comfort foods...his well-being keeps her content and giver her the peace of mind..and sometimes a word or two of appreciation from him flies her to the seventh heaven..she loves giving him surprises all the time (he is not that respondent though!!)...a small gesture of love and care, a little flower, a word of praise....just anything to make him feel good!!!and yes gifts!from tiny ones to the most massive extravagant ones...for him she feels exclusively expending...each gift must be well thought-after and  yes unique!as much she would love to host a house party for him, what really drives her is their one-on-one time together (and yes when both are intoxicated and high!!!)...THAT is the real deal....she likes dressing up for him, and dressing him up as well (oh!how handsome he is!my heart just skipped a beat!!!! :P ) her naughty-self loves to evoke general envy when they walk amongst the crowd together-hand-in-hand-walking-like-they-own-the-world-like-kings-and-queens....she likes nursing him alone in times of illnesses (though she keeps praying he must never fall sick), becoming the cure, the immunity and the fighting spirit . she wants to become his in every possible manner, and wishes to stay by his side in highs and in lows, in health and in sickness, together in good times and in worst possible times and in life and in death..she wishes to attend to all his major and minor needs..staying awake by his bedside or sleeping closely knitted in his arms..she loves to give him comfort, happiness, everlasting love and completeness...she loves to evoke the mad passion in him,taking him to the highest peak and bringing him down to ground, both quivering together-short-of-breath-wet-tired, yet so calm, so fascinated, so satisfied and so fulfilled.. She loves doing things to him that only she can do..but above everything she likes to put him to sleep in her arms, and watch him sleep like a child-assured-pampered-content and  awesome...she has always been this woman for him,a real woman indeed- inspiring her man for even the most tiniest nano-seconds in his life..

the static change

i see people changing there career status instantly as they have well fitted themselves in this popular social networking site. while im still the same old lame lazy-ass "who gives a damn about what" chick.. i think im a like a dinosaur and im soon to be extincted. im happy, i honestly am just that one little piece missing from the puzzle.."Foodie" my new name. thank you sir that is a complement to me. meeting simple people, meeting as complex ones too you never know how I differ from who you know I to be...to be or not to be was never the question, the question was when! today i come to realize the power of silence. Hell! it spoke a lot. Every other thing in life is prior to change, the process remains static..oh!clever clever universe! how clever are You! I see, i chuckle, and i appreciate...play along am all game for you.
P.S: not to forget my heart remains with the same prick! that ain't gonna change...cause loving you was The Process for me.