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Are you tired of gifting dresses and soft toys to the lady love of your life? Do you keep thinking about what could be gifted to your girlfriend or wife after all this lockdown is over? If yes then stop scratching your head. I have cracked it for you. So what your girl's heart desires the most is.. ah ah not so soon, go ahead read my entire blog to know the secret. What women need is sensual, intimate and exquisitely crafted things. Every girl owns it but she always wants more! And, it is something that will always stay close to her heart. You may have guessed it by now- it’s Lingerie! Believe me, when I say this is indeed a very unconventional present but it is sure to win you a few hugs and kisses! And on second thought why stop at Lingerie, there is so much more than you can gift. Here’s a list of goodies you can include in presenting her the basket of love: 1) BABYDOLL DRESS For all the Aahsiq in house, I am sure this quarantine must have made you feel so lo

Image courtesy: Google Every time you push me, You think you are protecting me. But those harsh words That you utter, pierce me And I love you a little less, Than I used to Every time you hurt me Mentally and emotionally, I am just glad that you don’t Hurt me physically. But I realise little by little that Bruises heal, but wounds given by you doesn’t. I just hide it under the carpet of my heart. Every time I say something, You stop me by saying I am not good enough, You burn me with your speech and Hurt me by saying you can leave me anytime, I feel the love inside me is dying. And I fear the day when I wouldn’t feel for you anymore. Every time you say, I can’t do one thing properly. I get a montage of those several thousand, Good things I did that you failed to notice. Yet, I keep quiet, Coz I think there is a little love left. But what happens when that little portion Dries up too? What happens when the feelings die? What happens when the fresh

Image courtesy: Google Me: Hey time machine, take me to the time where looking into the eye to express love wasn’t overrated. Where holding hands in public meant commitment. Where lovers would prefer dying in each other's arm than disrespecting. Where flowers bloomed without the need of being appreciated. Where water could choose it’s own direction without the boundaries to guide her. Where words like sorry and thank you meant mending a relationship.  Where birthday with friends meant dancing, cracking lame jokes playing an antakshari. Where planning and plotting were only in daily soaps. Where grudges, distrust and malice never gained entrance. Where letters and nature were cherished. Most of all a place Where nature heard it’s human. Because I think I time travelled to a different place altogether. I don’t want to be here. I don’t like this place. Here people are weird. They choose Sex over the conversation Sext over text Whatsapp over phone calls Hook

Image courtesy: Google You. Yes I am talking to you You right there reading this I see guilt in your eyes I sense fear in your breath Yes, I know. You are a murderer You are an escapist Don’t pretend you don’t know what I'm talking about I can see through you You murdered your dreams You killed your desires You tried escaping your feelings Yet I don't see you upset about it Instead, you rejoice And are happy coz the world accepts the fake you No. Don't call yourself a victim here You held others hope so high You forgot your hope had a right to live. No, you can't undo what you have done You can't stop running from the rat race now. It's over. I have exposed you to yourself, You are a murderer, Wearing the mask of a survivor! And now that you know You won't be able to forgive yourself You won't be able to look into the mirror Don't waste your time here pleading me for forgiveness Go do what you are best at Pleasing people. But I will take you d