The Uncensored Household
Well just like that it’s The Most Romantic Day of The Year again. And of course, I’m here to the rescue for what to write in your message to your loved one(s ;-))
And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens with love like that.
It lights up the sky.
― Rumi
Not another one!!
Dear Diary
I’m in my 30s and single. Yeah, I’m ‘looking for lurve’ but I’m not in the slightest desperate and I’m happy enjoying my life with my friends and family.
Recently, in Delhi, I have been approached by so many married men, one married to a very dear friend of mine, that have tried to kiss me and one even propose to me! Despite being already married. Another married man thought nothing of sharing his sick fantasy – he wanted another two children with me besides his others. Not with me mate!
I just finished reading The Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak. The author is one of the high profile names that participated in this year’s Asia House Festival of Asian Literature.
This is the first book I have read by Elif Shafak and I was drawn to it as I read the back cover and saw three words: Sufi, Rumi and Shams…sold!! This book is like Kryptonite for my sister full of spirituality and love.
Thank Rumi It’s Friday.
These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.
Where did you go? “Nowhere.”
What did you have to eat? “Nothing much.”
Even if you don’t know what you want,
buy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow.
Start a huge, foolish project,
like Noah.
It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.
We’re often told by wiser and successful people to never regret anything. However, do our regrets make us human? Does living by someone else’s mantra damage us psychologically? Whilst I can’t think of any regrets in my life so far I often do wonder at the life I might have had if I had gone down a certain path…If I hadn’t ended a relationship, if I had studied another subject at university and so on.
Dear Diary,
I have been with my partner for over ten years. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight, in the beginning we were just friends but then one day I realised that we were not going out to dinner as friends: we were on a date.
I am from Pakistan, though I have lived abroad for many years. My boyfriend is white British. I knew it wasn’t going to go down very well if my parents found out about him, they made no secret of how they felt about inter-racial marriages. One day, while back in Pakistan on holiday, my mum found out about my boyfriend. She made me promise to break up with him which I, very reluctantly, said I would do.
But I didn’t as I never intended to. My boyfriend and I continued our lives in London but I kept him a secret from most of
Dear Diary,
These vows ring in my head as a commode is delivered to my front room. In all my married years, I never thought that the day would come where I could not look after my husband anymore, but today, I feel as if I am come to the end.
I know it isn’t the end, but it is how I feel.
You’ve no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.
It’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.
Alison Moyet’s Love Letters was ringing in my ear as I listened to my friend tell me about the love letter she received today from her new beau.
I get all excited and tingly when I find love notes in obscure places left by my husband. I can only imaging the gooey lovey thing she was feeling at receiving this letter.
But wait there is more….
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