Gold Is Old.

I’ve never really understood why people wear that horrendous yellow jewellery all over their bodies. Centuries ago, it might have been the only option for decorating oneself, but in this day and age, why is gold still such an essential?

A little can be pretty, I agree. But gold is a measure of one’s wealth and grandeur in our Indian society and women seem to think that they need to use their necks as display holders. Decking up with all the jewellery you have should not be acceptable. But I digress…

This evening, I was at a mall looking at furniture. Antique furniture is beautiful. Vintage patterns are lovely. I saw a pretty quilt with a blue vintage-y design on it. I like quilts.

This + Quilt = Heaven.

Winter is setting in. Scarves are coming out. I’m excited for the next month.

This year has been a whirlwind and I’ve loved every minute. Skip the gold, buy me a vintage patterned quilt and I’ll love you more.

Brighter Than Sunshine.

There are happy moments and then, there are sad ones. Sadness can be quite overwhelming sometimes. Overwhelming enough to make me happy.

Would you call me a masochist if I admitted that I enjoy sadness once in a while? It does have an endearing edge to it. Then again, there is that guy who said there’d be no happiness without any sadness. So maybe I’m not a masochist, after all. Either way, both happiness and sadness have the capacity to shine; to shine brighter than sunshine.

Shine is good. Glitter shines. Diamonds shine. I shine. You probably do, too. Don’t you think? Shining in spite of the burns is what counts in the end. C’est la vie. Or maybe that’s love.

Aqualung’s song has been on loop in my head for days because  of its sheer brilliance.

“Suddenly you’re mine, and you’re brighter than sunshine.”