Of Crushes $ Crushes

Oh of those love notes

And of our love talks

Do you recall the days

When we kept our secrets under locks?

 

Undivided attention

That we sought from some

Sometimes getting from all

And sometimes from none.

 

That joy of being asked out

For the several ‘first’ dates

Accepting some in an instant

Sometimes making them wait

 

Those unending dressing trials

Through layers of closet searches

To disguise our ordinary faces

and look like princesses

 

And then driving away

With one’s heart beating wildly

While the other one stayed back

Herself, bothered mildly

 

Then the return back home

With an ecstasy of a kiss still stuck wet

Or sometimes to misfortune

Having lost the bet

 

How we’ve lived our teens

Through crushes and crushes

Calling he who stole our heart, a crush

And that what break it, also a crush

 

Indeed of smiles and tears

We’ve been mates, sharing our secrets of crushes

And still recalling those strokes of luck

We’ve had with crushes and crushes

 

Just finished reading…

If there’s one thing you’ll discover while reading this book it’s that not all tales comprising of twists and turns end up being glorious in the end. You’ll enjoy this book for its deceptions, the evanescent nature of happiness and the ever persistent need to feel belonged.

It doesn’t have any prominent male leading the tale. In fact anything that amounts to carving the story is made of women. Be it Starr, the flashy, knows-how-to-get-men-in bed woman or Olivia, a woman who does the same but is so much more appealing in her tastes. You’ll meet Claire, a woman who tried being a wife and a mother but her own sense of insecurity got her no where except the darkest of dungeons or Yvonne who falls in love easily, has babies and gives them up.

Through the eyes of Astrid you’ll see all these women walk into her life and then walk away. You’ll see how much she craves to be loved, be it by her foster mother’s boyfriend or her own mother. And last of all you’ll meet Ingrid, a woman who’s projected as strong and firm of character but who is so self-centered she forgets to give her daughter the security she needs and leaves her shattered, sifting like a useless wave from one home to another.

This novel isn’t for those who can’t digest dark and depressing tales. It’s for those  who love to read reality-tales and not fairy-tales

How elated was I

to be standing on the edge of the height

I had dreamt of all my life!

… And then I lost my sense of being and slipped into the abyss