Day 4: Mar 2, 2012.
Watched Albert Nobbs last night. The movie was both strange and heartbreaking, in a very understated kind of way. The only real men in the movie were either closet homosexuals or womanizers. I wonder how accurate it would be to divide all men in either category.
Email from dad: "Every one yearns to fall in love and believe their's was genuine. Beta, I can understand the pain one goes through when love does not have a happy ending. The heart literally burns and it takes a long time till the embers die out. You simply have to wait till they do, dust off the ashes, and start over. It is madness to hate all roses because you got scratched by one thorn."
My mom did what any Indian mother would do, she bawled herself dry.
I feel so much better for having told them. Blabbering to your parents about heart break helps like no other. Seriously. I wonder why I hadn't done it earlier.
Ditched the violently colored heels for a supercute orange bag and pair of jeans one size smaller. All my jeans are starting to fall off.
I weigh less now than I've weighed since 8th grade! Fist bump to anyone who appreciates how wonderful that must feel. Medically, I'm still two kilos away from being perfect weight, on the wrong side of the weighing scale obviously.
Watched Albert Nobbs last night. The movie was both strange and heartbreaking, in a very understated kind of way. The only real men in the movie were either closet homosexuals or womanizers. I wonder how accurate it would be to divide all men in either category.
Email from dad: "Every one yearns to fall in love and believe their's was genuine. Beta, I can understand the pain one goes through when love does not have a happy ending. The heart literally burns and it takes a long time till the embers die out. You simply have to wait till they do, dust off the ashes, and start over. It is madness to hate all roses because you got scratched by one thorn."
My mom did what any Indian mother would do, she bawled herself dry.
I feel so much better for having told them. Blabbering to your parents about heart break helps like no other. Seriously. I wonder why I hadn't done it earlier.
Ditched the violently colored heels for a supercute orange bag and pair of jeans one size smaller. All my jeans are starting to fall off.
I weigh less now than I've weighed since 8th grade! Fist bump to anyone who appreciates how wonderful that must feel. Medically, I'm still two kilos away from being perfect weight, on the wrong side of the weighing scale obviously.
I have been reading your blog, at work. Big mistake. Feel like crying my eyes out. But that is interspersed with a lot of laughter and a few teary eyed smiles...Thank you. Just.Hope you defeat that annoying gnawing feeling that keeps you from being yourself completely. I am sure you have great company surrounding you, telling you what you need to hear, and the truth. But just know this- someday,it'll all make more sense.
ReplyDeleteLOVE what your Dad said. I am thinking of reposting it. Because I feel like I got a bunch of thorns, but the smell of the roses, let's me hold on to my love for them.
Stay happy, stay safe.
xoxo
Varsha
(LMG, Your Senior) :P