My Hair sings the Dove Play Song!

For a girl her hair is like a prized possession which is cherished and nurtured the most. I love my hair as much as every girl would.My hair is black colored, shoulder length with chaotic curls. But they have damaged recently because of the sun, pollution and dust everywhere. Yesterday, browsing through the Youtube Videos, I saw the Dove Play Song.

I always used to wonder when I would play, turn and twist my hair. I imagined myself in smooth, shiny and manageable hair. I felt bad watching girls with naturally beautiful and straight hair. Few days back it was my friend’s wedding and I wanted to play with my hair and do something good of it. I wanted to straighten my hair permanently with red highlights in the end. I also wanted to style them by adding some soft curls in the end. I am so sure it would have changed my look completely.

When I went to a salon and asked if they could help me with the styling, they said my hair was already dry and had rough split ends. The chemicals and heat applied when straightening the hair would make it worse. I felt very bad. I wished I had something that would take care of the after effects of the hair styling I wanted to do. I wished I had somebody to pamper of my hair and let me spoil them without any worrying. I wish there was something to make every damage right.

After watching the Dove Play Song, I guess I found my hair’s best friend who will care for my hair even if I spoil it with color, styling creams and frequent use of a hair styler. I can now make and break my hair without worrying about rough ends. I can play with my hair as much as I wish to. I can look the glamorous me!

My entry for the Indiblogger Dove Play Song Contest..

#Doveplay

I am bad with titles..Just another something mayb..!!

"Hey Anvi, why do you always end up blogging love stories? Your posts are for the ones truly, madly & deeply in love"

This is one of the common questions asked to me frequently by quite a few friends. Today, I was thinking if I was getting obsessed with love stories. I do write about love, but that is certainly not because I can not write chaotic politics, increasing population  or constantly changing technology.

Another question I get quite often is,
"Are you in love and do you write your love story?"
I do not if I am in love, I am not sure if what I write is exactly meant for my love. I guess I just go with the flow. Isn't that is what the feeling of love is? Go with the flow..!!!

And finally I get all the heart broken, who hate love advicing me,
"Honey, what you write is just good as a tale or bollywood movie, this is real life"
So for all the broken up people,
'Kitna rone wale ho yaar...'

I get irritated with people who cry for somebody who has ditched them. I know my blogs are fairy tale ish but it brings a smile to me when I write them. I imagine the bollywood movie that could be made with the story. I sometimes even feel like I should write one film..:-P
I cannot help it if somebody choses to crib over the bad memories of the past and not cherish the good ones.

Finally, I know a good reason of why I love writing love. I get upset listening to the daily rape news, the alleged end of the world and the worst is happened because of Gumraah and Crime Patrol sort of serials which literally makes me think every person around me is either a dangerous murderer or a ruthless robber. The hope of meeting a Prince, the wish that there was an angel looking over for me or a life with no worries are what makes me feel much closer to being a sane human.

Love is the only feeling left which is capable of turning tears to smile. And I want to spread happiness all over. I want to be this angelic cupid types. Even if one sad person feels better after reading what I write, I would feel good. Love is something I really do not know, but the feelings I have when writing about it are truly beautiful..

So, I hope my silly blogs has helped you feel good at some point in life.

Cheers to love..!!!

<3<3:-*:-*..!!

The Valentine's...

It was Valentine's Day, everything was going as per his plans. He had planned a romantic dinner with candles for her. He had started cooking her favorite Mushroom Masala and Biryani. There was a champagne bottle with a red ribbon tied to it. His friends had just finished blowing tons of heart shaped balloons. There was her favorite 'One Republic' song playing repeatedly. He was trying to learn the lyrics.

"Why you doing so much?", his friend asked him with curiosity.

"I want her back", he replied tossing the mushroom on the frying pan.

"Huh! When did you guys broke up?"

"We did not"

"Thank God I am have a different Valentine each year, I can not understand the people in love. Anyway, just an hour more then she will be here. Have fun, I will see you tomorrow."

There was just some time left and a lot of things were to be done. He finished the cooking, and stood proudly looking at Vanilla cake whose aroma had spread all over the house.

The sound of the door bell got him to senses. He rushed to open the door, she was standing there. The pretty little thing he had got for himself. Thin, short and delicate in every way possible, her silky hair were finding their way out from the rubber band.

"What were you up to"?

He grabbed her and hugged her tight.

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

She giggled, "Are you okay?"

"Ofcourse. You wait here and watch TV, I will be back in 10."

She was confused, what was happening today. She was not feeling right. But she had to do it today.
"And this is for my love"

He came out wearing a beige colored trouser and light purple shirt. His tall stature complimented his mature face very well. He had the cake in his hand.

"I made this for you."

She was speechless. She did not know how to react. The conflicts inside her were killing her. She blurted out aloud,

"I am not worth it. I do not deserve it."

"What?"

"I need to confess something. I cheated on you. I ruined everything and I do not know what to do", she burst out in tears.

He relied calmly holding her with one hand and wiping her tears with another,

"Do you love me?"

She sobbed and looking in eyes said,

"Yes, I do. And it was a mistake. I am really sorry, but it's okay if you do not want me back in your life. I know...

He cut her in between,

"I knew it. And I know you did not mean to. All I wanted to know if you love me. And you do, so do I. So, can we cut this cake now? I really am hungry."

He kissed her on the forehead,

"I love you"

- Anvi Mehta