The very basic definition of organise is to arranged or structured in a systematic way.

I step into our apartment, hoping to find it the way I left it. The way I would like it to be when I get back home. I just want to plonk myself on the sofa and surf thru’ the TV channels on a friday night and drift off to sleep. I have been waiting for days to do this. Just to have the sofa for myself and feel the power of holding the TV remote.

My ideal place to relax and unwind will be where the cushions are in their place straight against the backrest of the sofa. No coffee mugs on the coffee table. Yes, its the coffee table but only for the mugs with freshly made tea, we are tea drinking people. Not for mugs with tea stains drying up and definitely not for wrappers of chocolate, a piece of biscuit, the several remote controls, the pair of reading glasses and the laptop.

Who wouldn’t wish to smell the fresh white linen and a get into a neatly made bed, with the pillows set up straight against the headboard and the cushions not slouching. The crispness of the sheets and warmth of the inviting bed brought a smile to my lips when I was going no more that 2km/hr in peak hour traffic.

My lips did not form a smile, instead they pushed out a tiny “oh” as I stepped into our apartment.

Bemusement spread across my face as I looked at the living room and saw it is pretty much untouched. A  part of me was prepared to find the remote controls spread all over the sofa, they were on the sofa, not all over though.

This space however, looked tidy.

My husband mumbles something about ‘being the polly’ who always turns on the kettle or a “cinderella” who is always cleaning and scrubbing. Okay. That I have learnt to live with. I have failed to understand why or how it is difficult to keep a house tidy and a desk organisedIF and only IF anything used, reaches its home or where it’s taken out from after being used. “Put the book back on the bookshelf after you have finished reading it please “. Is to so hard to follow?

Walking up to hang up my keys on the key holder, I peek into the guest bed room and see it; the laundry still folded on one side of the bed. How does the laundry have a magical ability to breed quicker than it is washed or worn. This particular pile, some folded and many still on hangers has been on spot for days. To be fair, it has been status quo these days but I am desperate to get it cleared away.



“Do you mind putting your folded washing inside your wardrobe for me please?”

“I can surely do that.” comes a quick reply, and a “but not just now” a little delayed.

“Don’t let that bother you. Just let it sit there and I’ll know where to pick it from when I it need it.”

It sounds crazy to anyone who hasn’t been driven mad by the laundry monster. I struggle to hold back the tears and the words that are bouncing in my head.

Why do I always take it so personally? So where do we go from here?

I hate to share the sofa with the remote controls. So I just pick a random one and put away the rest on the coffee table before I plonk myself on the sofa.

I am surfing whatever channels that particular remote changes and I’m thinking – Just for a change I wish that laundry didn’t bother me.

I don’t even dare to think about the home office that my husband is tucked into and his desk. He says ” Organised people are too lazy to look for things”. I don’t understand that.

We can’t always get what we want though, so I force it. I force a smile, I force my mind to think of the many memories that we have created together and the laughter that we have shared. I bite my tongue, and arrange with myself a cry-date for another day.

Sometimes, even maybe most of the time, one of us has to give in that much more and learn to be expect less.  I am still in the process of learning to “let go”.




A partner is  one of two people who dance together or play together  esp. as a team.

Partner can be the person to whom you are married to. Partner can also be the person you are not married to but with whom you have a close relationship and feel very comfortable with.

Partnership is a relationship where you have each other as your punching bag and where you are each others’ mirrors.

Partner on some level becomes a part of what you do. Part of having fun to part of committing a crime. A partner is always reliable and will help you problem-solve. The things that you can do together varies from setting up a business together, to a road trip, to brainstorming an idea, to plant shopping, to going on a 5k walk, to getting wet in the rain or fixing the lamps at home together.

“Partner,” is more often used as short for Life Partner and is synonymous with soul mates. They are people who are most comfortable with each other. They are also comfortable in each others’ spaces and around each others’ friends and family.

Partners are a part of a unit. In a romantic partnership, It doesn’t matter who said, “I love you” first. Hearing these words out loud makes all the difference. This makes those special moments even more memorable, giving you thousands of butterflies and creating  a memory.  Like the mnemonic to remember the difference goes; A part of me can’t bear to be apart from you.

Partners include each other in their future plans and plan to grow old together.




If something runs in a loop, or is on a loop, it runs continuously, so that the same things are repeated again and again: how boring would it be if life was on a loop. Breaking the barriers and moving out of the loop is what bring excitement in life.

Rumi said –

‘It’s your road and yours alone!
Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you!’

We walk our own life path – trudging uphill or gliding through the meandering meadows, at times negotiating through the marshlands and at others crawling through the tumult.

The journey – irrespective of the trail – always adds up to the experience called ‘LIFE’.

Despite, the numerous moments when we want to jump off the rocking boat sailing through the stormy sea, nothing compares to the exhilaration of reaching the destination thereafter.

The ride obviously gets better with wonderful co-passengers through the journey.

Yet, the ride gets enriched with getting to meet the wrong ones too.

We keep some close to heart while others leave their footprint in the sands of time.

Life gets worth its while, with the regular dosage of ups and downs

I would not want to change a bit of my journey!

Would want to face the rest of the journey with equal gusto.

The phrase, ‘Stagnation is death!!’ – stands tall.

via Daily Prompt: Loop


What is total ? The final amount you get when several smaller amounts are added together.

Whatever you look at, if you add up you get a total. The total either brings you happiness or not. There is no in-between there.

The total is not always correct. It depends on where and how you look at it. Little drops of water make a mighty ocean. These little drops are what count. In life it is the same. Little things are the ones that matter most.

It doesn’t matter if your husband or boyfriend does not buy you a mere for your birthday, but what matters is if he holds the door open for you everytime you get into his car.

It doesn’t matter if your mother does not visit you as often as you’d like, but what matters is that she cooks and is always waiting for you when you walk into her house.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t talk to your friend for 3 months, but what matters is that you can pick up from where you last left when you meet her for a cup of tea.

It doesn’t matter if you have a designer wardrobe, but what matters is that you feel comfortable, happy and good in what you wear everyday.

The total of these little things make up everyday life and this what matters most.









Volume is the perception of loudness that you can hear.

How many times have you waited for someone to reply to the message you wrote, but never received it?

How many times have you dressed up for someone, waiting to hear from them that you’re beautiful?

How many times have you waited for someone’s call, so that they make you feel happy?

How many times have you waited for someone to appreciate the work you’re doing, so it’s easier for you to continue doing it?

With the reply that never came, the compliment you didn’t hear, the phone call that wasn’t intended, and the appreciation that was held back – you and I, we lost our self-worth.

Since kindergarten, we began to associate our self-worth with the golden stars our teachers gave us. By middle school, this turned into how popular people thought we were and by college, we were living on the compliments we received, and the number of people who praised us.

And till today, we think that our worth is determined by the way others perceive us. Thus, we want our boss to happy with our work, we want our partners to constantly praise us, we want to be noticed, and we want to be appreciated.

Slowly, and gradually, this will harm us. Seeking approval and validation from others will change into a permanent, life-long struggle if we don’t start believing in ourselves.

Stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself – carefully. Speak to your reflection. Loud and clear. Turn up the Volume as much as you want.

Tell your reflection you are beautiful, you are strong. Tell your reflection that you appreciate yourself, that you love yourself. Tell your reflection that you want to make yourself happy. Tell your reflection that you’ll be there for yourself.

Because, sooner or later, we will realize that there is no one who will always be there for us, there is no one who can constantly praise us, appreciate us, and keep us happy. That is our job.

And that job begins by believing that we can help ourselves. It begins from today. Right now.

What is the Volume of the voice in your head that is telling you to believe in yourself and make a start NOW to be there for yourself before you expect anyone else to help you and be there for you ?




Uniform. Remaining the same in all cases and at all times; unchanging in form or character is what came to my mind when I saw this word now.

How utterly boring will life be if we were to remain the same in all situations. To respond the same to every situation. To remain uniform. This is unimaginable for me.Its giving me shivers even thinking about it.

It would be like an assembly in School where every word and every move is pre-determined and you are expected to follow the rule, like on auto-pilot, without even thinking about it. That for me was the most boring part of school and I still haven’t figured out why one had to start the day at school like that.

Responding and reacting to situations that everyday presents is what make life, life. If everyone’s response and reactions are uniform, then there is nothing that is exciting and it becomes very predictive. What makes life an adventure is the fact that you don’t know what to except, you don’t know how the people around you are going to respond, you are expected to go with the flow and respond to every situation differently. React where needed. Our reactions make memories which stay with us and the people around us for a long time and sometimes for ever.

Be as un-predictive as possible and enjoy the surprises that life throws at you.





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