Pre-birthday wishlist:

1. This dress. Yellow in winter- never was there a better combination.


2. A perfect soft boiled egg. Salt and pepper. Do I have to explain why?



3. Been crushing over this for way too long.



4. Crystal earrings with antlers. AWH.



5. Brie + porcini + onions + bread = happiness



6. The best laptop skin. Ever.


7. My quaint orange campervan



8. A canopy bed with twinkle lights.




HEY Santa, hope you're reading this.

Random sibling sets

Call me mad.
This is the fruit of my newest obsession. Baby names.
I've taken complementary names and made sibling sets with them. I know it means nothing to anyone (except writers in dire need of character names; I know you're out there), but I'll still go along with it.

Set 1: Hudson (g), Hadley (g), Holden (b), Heston (b)

Sophisticated. Unisex. With H.

Set 2: Amara (g), Rhodes (g), Caspian (b), Levi (g), Djuna (g)

I don't know, this sounds so whimsical.

Set 3: Tristan (b), Hamish (b), Sebastian (b), Cedric (b), Aidan (b)

Get over with the Toms and Peters, these are the hottest Brit names you'll find.

Set 4: Knight (b), Saxon (b)

Yo man, these twins are definitely on the baseball team.

Set 5: Matilda (g), Cosette (g), Amelie (g), Gisele (g)

Petite French Mademoiselles.

Set 6: Nolan (b), Monroe (g)

Smooth talkers, these.

Set 7: Winslow (g), Aspen (g), Thatcher (b), Emory (g), Lennox (g)

The modern American siblings.

Set 8: Sawyer (g), Holmes (g), Gatsby (b)

For the book geeks, hi five!

Set 9: River (g), Forrest (b)

Inspired by nature.

Set 10: Eli (b), Heath (b), Woodrow (b), Cavanaugh (b), Annie (g)

You'll find them in the Wild Wild West.

 For the real dimwits, g = girl and b = boy.

Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.

Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.

She counts them once again;

the broken glass shards on the floor.

A bike whizzes past with a flash.

It is all dark outside now.

She saw the last light across the street

turn off half an hour ago.

Where is he?

Her eyes have run out of tears.

All that remains is a dry stream of saltwater

travelling down her left cheek-

a line stark, yet vulnerable.

What went amiss tonight?

A kiss. A shove. A few angry words.

Her right answers to his wrong questions.

And suddenly, the act was over.

Was it not relief she felt at first?

Guilt quickly followed on its heels though.

He said nothing,

but the proof was in his vacant eyes.

She heard a vase shatter in the next room;

then the front door banged shut.

That was when she knew

she’d broken him.

‘I’ll apologise’, she muses.

But sorry doesn’t sound like enough.

Hunger pangs cringe inside her;

it has been long.

His phone lies on the table,

the memory of some happy day

captured on its wallpaper.

She can only wait now.

Letter to you, good friend

The other day I was looking into the mirror

When I saw you.

Those honest eyes, the very same smile

Heck, the swearing too.

Don’t smile just yet.

Know what? I miss you sometimes.

Like when I need to be myself,

Or even just listen to wind-chimes.      

There’s this thought stuck in my head.

Could incomplete be complete?

Like I see the world without lenses,

With magic, the vision replete!

The first time I entered your home;

Did you hear the doorbell ring that day?

But questions are better than answers.

At least, that’s what I always say.

There are words people will speak,

Muffled voices, silly chatter…

But let’s not get into definitions now,

I guess, the less we know the better.

Because, Good friend…

Tell me if you can do so,

How often does one get it right?

How easy is it to let go?

PS- You can smile now. J