The Game Plan

As the year rolls by..I recall all those so very smartly executed extraterrestrial yet earthly  plans that unfolded themselves just at the required time and made me who I am, when I stand tall at the edge of 2014-2015..the plan that taught me patience..the other plan that watered the faith I use to have in myself, the people around, the destiny and the All Pervasive..The yet another plan, I call it game plan of the year, which made me happier, contended and better as a being than I was.. so you see..very many plans..but what was the common learning, the 2014 teaching,  the gone by prophecy?! Nothing new, no rocket science.. the same cliché lesson.. everything happens for a reason and that too for good..and if I add my perspective, this becomes.. everything happens for a good reason, if not..it will bring something better..if not..the best is ought to happen!! So as this year wraps up..I want to thank all the people who were a part of these plans and specially the game plan..and what do I have for them?! A wish - May they identify and appreciate the game plan for themselves for 2014 :-) What more or better could I wish for..

HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS.. :-)
Love and Loads of love:-)
Regards,
Your favourite blogger ;-)

We meet again!!

Distance..Departure...farewell.. these words are so nostalgic..at the same time they also bring along..that brutal memory-filled smile on the face..the smile, that has umpteen shades of emotions in it..the pain of a beloved going away..the tears that speak about all the fun that you had together..the anger and helplessness of not being able to keep the dear, near.. the laugh-alone on the pranks played and played on..and that one assuring wink which promises to be together even when apart..never should anyone depart..but as they say..you depart, so that you meet again!! We meet again..Waiting..

Inspiration Courtesy : To the closeness and..to the distance..

Bridesmaid to Fb Page

Recently I heard..or rather read of, once a very close friend, getting married this wedding season and suddenly memories flashed by..

We once use to discuss about her marriage and mine too..use to make plans for shopping and other traditions..we use to giggle about the other aspects, which were at that age very amusing..and how she use to almost beg me to be the bride's maid..(for typical cultural marriage of our kind..I was to be that friend of bride who was there with her like shadow during the wedding days.. be it the daily affairs or the puja or parlour or during reception party.. )..

And today..thanks to the e-world :-/..i got the news of she getting married through her fb page..maybe I was expecting atleast a personal call or text..(uff..these expectations are gonna drown me one day..)but anyways, no complains, she is gettig married and I am happy for her..:-) just a bit awkward to see myself demoted from "Bridesmaid to just a facebook page"..may be I need to start investing in relashionships more than I do in my e-shionships!! May be then the e-world wont overshadow my actual world!!

PS : God bless her with a great new life ahead :-) Atleast this wish hasn't changed :-)

Declaration : No offence to fb or any other social networking website.. guys I am still active on fb, twitter, linkedIn, wasapp..and blogger par bhi..;-)

The Journey towards the open door!!

All you can do, when something overpowers you is, to surrender and wait fr it to be merciful..

Over the years, we all learn to overcome the pain..but sometimes the pain is so intense that you can neither fool it nor tame it.. no thing, no one can help you bt the pain itself.. it can help you by either making you use to it or by getting away.. either way, it stops being painful..

You want to be brave, the superhero you always longed to be..but the pain hypnotizes you to an extent that you forget all the plots you framed against it, all the strategies fade off..

But as they say..there is always an open door...so just waiting to have the experience..the vision...the wisdom, when I will know how to look for that open door..amidst the closed ones. May be..this Journey towards the wisdom is the only open door for me right now!!

Inspiration Courtesy : The pain!!

Sunshine in Rain..

Sunshine in Rain

I was on my usual drive way, rather 'Jam' way to office, all packed from head to toe  in helmet, Raincoat and waterproof shoes, when in a flash, there was sunshine amidst of rain..and here the blog thought begins..

Sunshine in Rain..

Have you ever thought why is this phrase..sunshine during rain?! I know some of you might think that what is there to think about it, is she crazy.. and to those of you who think I am crazy, I want to say... Yes I am..

So getting back to the home thought..

I try put myself in Sun's shoes (though I doubt He wears any..hehe)..and think..! And here the Game plan of the nature begins..

We cry n crib about water scarcity every year and pray that it rains..start campaigns with slogans such as 'Save water, save life'.. cry again.. and then..
It drizzles, it rains, it downpours..both rain and mercy of Mother nature..but we indifferent species hardly care then..to save the water, to use it judiciously.. and so the Mother nature has to plan it out for us..

Sunshine in rain.. it takes the water back to the home, so that it could be sent again when we cry...

See the plan! And so when they propose theories like Natural disaster and calamity and fury of mother nature is goin to wash the life off from the face of the planet, I disagree.. There must be a plan behind the scene.. and that plan will be to save life, and never take one..I saw the Sunshine in rain!!

How contextual.. :-)

Inspiration Courtesy : To the dead jam on roads during rains..I got some time to think ;-)
Also to the few people who follow my blog and complaint I dont write frequently.. :P

The Dreamer Me..

When was the last time you dreamt something what you actually wanted.. as in dreams like - to become a painter, writer, singer, dancer..to go on a long healthy vacation with family and friends..to eat and spend like anything.. not the dreams like - I want to buy a house in a metro, I want  to buy the most expensive car or bike, eat out at one of the costliest restaurants.. I asked this question to myself one night.. and I was shocked to know that I was unable to recall the last time I dreamt ACTUALLY..

We put in such lot of efforts, time and energy in living upto our own dreams that mean least to us..as in getting promotions, getting a house of our own, getting the most talked-of automobile.. but why dont we ever put the same amount of effort in living the dreams that actually our heart wants..as in getting a few days off from work to spend time wih our near and dear ones, eating till the soul fills and taking one more step towards nurturing our hobbies of dancing, singing, writing..

There are some dreams that you grow up with..and there are others that grow on you as you grow up.. Now you are a better judge of which dream deservs to be with you and which dream you shud get over with... and the dreams I grew up with are the ones that my heart desires.. the other ones are not actual dreams.. they are just your dreams in the realm of your mind..

I know what you are thinking..is it late!? No, because as they say..it is never too late..

Inspiration Courtesy : To the weird dreams that never left me, even when I had disowned them.. :)

The Pregnant Rose..

Snailing its way through the pages of diary, nights ago, my heart halted.

The date was blurred..bt the month & year, crystal clear- it is 1990, September.
Is it an illusion or my eyes jaundiced..

For me the Rose had been ‘the Rose’ ever since September,1990- since the time I was born. It is 2014 now..and the Rose is still mine.

But we were not compatible until I read her..i read her through the DIARY. Rose was not dear to me. I thought she veined only ‘anger’,extra bit of ‘possessiveness’ and unwanted ‘suggestions & precautions’ when it came to me..no ‘love’; no ‘understanding’..NOTHING. That night..no illusions and everything seemed to be so very green-no jaundiced eyes. I read her that night.

The date was blurred..bt the month & year, crystal clear- it is 1990, September. Rose says-“ the happiest moment of my life is about to come. My angel would land any moment. I promise her now..now when she is not even born..that I’ll love her in every possible way…I’ll love her by protecting her, by giving her whatever experience I have had and by making her a tough angel so that she never gets hurt even if she ever gets hurt.”

Indeed things were illuded to me - protection NOT extra bit of possessiveness; sharing of experience NOT futile suggestions & precautions; process of making me tough NOT anger. The Rose is brimming with love..I read her…its 1990, September and Rose is pregnant with life..with love..with me…MY ROSE,MY MAA.

I got my Rose back THAT NIGHT..in the Diary and is still brimming with the same love and even more sometimes..though years have passed!! TIME DOESN’T EVEN MATTER..ROSE WILL REMAIN ROSE FOREVER..NOW I KNOW..

Inspiration Courtesy : To mumma.. inspiration personified.. Love you! Thanks for being there.. for bearing me in my worst.. for giving me credit at my best... for the countless sacrifices that I overlook at times.. and above all.. for the life..

The Driver Me..

PS : I have been an 'abstract' writer since birth (Birth as in when i started writing..birth of The Writer me ;) :P).. This is one of my Attempts to write something more on factual side..with tinge of sarcasm in it.. So Dear readers, please bear with me!! And what inspired me?! I doubt I will need to answer this question after you have read through.

So.. I am driving through the very familiar road..the mono ride from home to office..and these are the lessons I am learning.

Indicator is essentially not an 'INDICATor'.. it should be renamed as 'MOODerator'.. because once the driver has turn on the indicator, now essentially his mood will define when does he want to turn.. is it this very moment.. (Such cases, indicator is just a formality..cz by the time the drivers around will convince their reflexes that the other person is taking a turn, the turn had been already taken.. Wrong TURN)..

Road side Parking seems to be the new 'hap' hobby of people after golf and guitar..The simple logic these people give is – “Road government ne bnaayi he.. and Government humne”.. So road belongs to Us..The only thing poor peer drivers could do is, ignore this ignorance and move on..

Dipper..??#&^ Oh..This word is not in our dictionaries..So let me explain - In an automobile headlight, a 'meeting' beam (dip beam) is provided in addition to the driving beam (high beam) so as to reduce the dazzle for those approaching head-on to the vehicle and avoid accidents.  We surely must have read it on trucks - “Use dipper @ night”.. But how many of us use it!? Or should i ask, How many of us know what is it?!

You must have seen “Beam” from the driver approaching head-on to you..(Signalling that he will be crossing first and you should not overtake at that point).. but yet again.. misused.. Beam will be thrown after you have already overtaken half way through and you will be abused for not having traffic sense.. or for some drivers who consider road as “Racing Track”, the beam will be continuously on.. As if they are not beams but beacon lights.. and the drivers themselves are all officers and should be given way through!! God help!!

Horn..oh yes.. Honking horn!! Probably on 4th position in our list of 'hap' Hobbies, as I said, after Golf, Guitar and Road side parking!! You will get to listen various pitches and tones of horns – dhoom3 ringtone, MI horn, dog barking horn, trumpet horn.. And some 'alzheimer'ic drivers forget to stop honking.. they will be be honking even on an empty road!!

I know there are lot more diseases roaming on the road – Overtaking from wrong side, breaking the signal, flowing dupattas and saarees, using mobile while driving and many more.. But I have to sign off, I am driving ;) can't type more.. :P

(Hope I don't need to write inspiration courtesy in this one!! :/ )

The Daughter Me!!

Was sitting by his side, watching a typical daily soap..the boring half an hour of the day! Why?! The episodes, even if you miss a week of them, you will get the story, because it would be revolving around the same topic, the one where you left a week ago..

Anyways, we both were not fond of it.. but use to watch it sometime, with an intention to mock at it and laugh on our own silly jokes and sarcasm on it.. That day, daughter of the Protagonist was getting married..and so the emotion involved was that of a Father and a Daughter!!  Not something to be mocked at!! So we both were sitting silently..

And the silence led me to the old yet freshly scented boulevard of memories.. memories of him and me..father and daughter..
The pain he use to enjoy, to carry me in his arms, almost every time we were on a outing, even though I was a heavy kid.. The way he use to carry me everyday from the sofa to bed, very cautiously, so as not to wake me up.. The toil he cherished, almost every winter night, to help me breathe through the blocked nose.. The never-mentioned trouble of doing up-down from distant work places, just because he wanted to see his angel every night, was something only he could have done.. The luxuries, he never afforded for himself, voluntarily, so that his princess gets best of the luxuries.. The fights, he never wanted to get into, but involved himself in, just to protect his little doll..

And with the tears rolling down on my hand, from his eyes..I was brought back from the boulevard.. In the Idiot box, I saw the scene of a daughter's farewell from the Father's house, after marriage..

Tears explained themselves...

I am not a writer today... I am just the daughter!!

PS : Apologies readers, do not have words to complete it..

Inspiration Courtesy : The Man who made me what I am today!! Love you Dad... AND.. Bhaai!! Love you too.. You are no different!!!

Be in this universe!

Am sitting on a parked cruiser bike.. waiting for a few buddies to drop by.. though its a sunday eve, I am occupied.. occupied by numerous thoughts and feelings.. Why is my love not responding to my messages.. how much time is it gonna take my frnz to drop by.. when is it one of my new but close friends getting a transfer here in my city.. what is the amount of hike I am getting this financial year.. Such varied thoughts.. arent they?! Why is that the mind wanders so much.. why doesnt it rest?! Its a weekend afterall, it should rest.. And the answer lies within the question.. because, it is mind!! Made so.. to think varied, futile, creative, greedy..what not.. when we are with family, we are worried about our professions, when we are at workplace, we miss our home, when we are at home, we miss being wih friends..and the never ending cycle goes on... Why cant we start living HAPPILY AND PEACEFULLY in the world we are and not worry about the other universe..

And with the honking horn and laughter of my friends, I am back to this world again... no more thinking bout anything else.. "be in this universe", I said to my mind.. lets see how the tamed one takes it up!

Inspiration Courtesy : to the tamed one.. or the wild one ;) Still not sure ;)

Moon Exists...

It is being said, from the times immemorial, and said rightly, that everyone comes to your life for a reason.. And with my experience of past few years, I have come to a conclusion that there is a single reason for anyone to come into your life.. "Belief".. Yes, Everyone comes to make you believe something, perceive something!
For citation, Some friends come into your life to make you believe that true friends exist, whereas others make you believe in "Brutus!"..Some relatives comes as family, others make you firm believer of the fact that ONLY blood relations are the relations to be nurtured..Some employers treat you like working donkeys and other few, make you believe that you are a valuable being..Some relations would throw you out like weeds, and for some, you will perceive yourself to be a curing herb! So you see, it is all about "Belief".. So next time, you are crying over the "Brutus" who stabbed you or a relative gossiping about you or an employer who treats you no less than a donkey or a dear one who rooted you out like a weed, do not just start believing that only sad and bad things, situations or people exist..because it is just your "belief" and not the reality..

Will you ever "believe", even on a new moon night, that moon does not exist at all..NO?! Great!!

Let's wait for the moon then!!

PS : I hope I was able to justify the title ;)

Inspiration Courtesy : A colleague and a good friend of mine..who follows my blog; complained about not being regular on blogger; and made me "believe" that I am being read religiously ;)

In Pain! Good!!

In pain?! good for you! Disagree?? foolish thought..isnt it?!

lemme buy few minutes..

Have you ever thought that when you are in pain, you tend to be nostalgic?! Remember all the goods and bads you have done; people you met - for minutes, for lifetime; times you were lucky unlucky enough.. In pain, you tend to introspect..and if you nurture enough maturity to channelise that introspection, you will ultimately make the pain meaningful.. good for you...

Agreed upon?!
If yes, see you in the next blog...
if not, we meet again in this one..time to re-read! Time to introspect!!

Inspiration courtesy : Those moments of pain n suffering, however intensified they were, for lending me time to introspect, learn and be better!!

Indebted! Good!!

Indebted.. feeling good! Isnt it strange? Indebted yet feeling good! I bet you will agree by the time u r done reading this piece..

One fine day, I thought of mailing my feelings - gratitude, motivation, admiration..n lot more - to Sir.. I address him as Sir..
I wrote n then I rewrote n then again.. I edited it till cellular level.. to make sure that every single feeling of mine is conveyed, conveyed in best possible manner..no open ends.. afterall the man I ws writing too is a great writer..yes.. Sir is one of those few people who inspired me to write..and write from heart..write meticulously.. So I mailed him one fine day..

AND...

HE REPLIED..REPLIED GENEROUSLY..

I know, not big deal..for you guys reading, or even to him..but it means Tons to me!!
Just think! Getting a generous, humble, motivating 'mailback' from the person you admire like anything..

Wont you feel indebted..for the inspiration, for the words.. and wont you feel good at the same time?!

I am not a 'credit' person, so usually not indebted ;) For the first time, I was indebted  yet happy and contended! I hope I have your agreement on this.
(If not, try creating similar scene in context of person you worship and admire..I am sure we will be good on  this then!)

Inspiration Courtesy : Sir!!! Thank you for your words..on the blogs, on the mail.. God bless..

Life..it is...

Ever tried dancing to someone else's tune?! Although
difficult but then it has its own freshness.. You
haven't heard that melody yet.. and time asks
you to perform on the same... You think you can
dance!?

You try..

And there you are.. commencing with
tapping your feet,snapping your fingers and
then that halla-hoop.. You see.. time and
audience too are dancing with you...
God gracious - you started dancing to someone
else's tune and now the entire
milky way is dancing your way!

It was not that bad you see..bad were the presumptions!

PS : I hope I was able to convey, that dance is not the literal 'dance'..

Inspiration Courtesy : A buddy who taught a stubborn-me that even if you cant live your way sometimes, you can still be happy and contended! Thanks buddy!! :)

The Writer Me...

The other day I was dragging my existence from office to home..and suddenly I saw a small gathering @ one of the ice cream parlours in my vicinity..Being a ice cream lover, I too planned to gobble a scoop. I parked my ride in front of the parlour and walked towards the token counter.

“Choco fudge..single scoop, waffle cone!!”, I said.
The guy @ the counter handed over an orange plastic coin to me..I took my scoop in lieu and started my treat..
I always feel that eating ice cream is no less than a game..you have to take care, not a single drop gets spilled (you lose points) , you have to eat the portion at right time before it melts (else game over) and with all these complicacies and rules, you have to enjoy eating it too..More of a game, right?!

Anyways, while I was on the game, I saw the tiny lil eyes..almost peeping from the shoulder wall carrying it..I was transported by the umpteen emotions in them..Are those eyes just wondering @ the interwoven elderly world of ours..or those eyes are questioning the meaningless  and  of the big city..or may be just flaunting the innocence that could only be in the tiny eyes..nowhere else...And I was transported back to the 'present'..with the freezing sensation by the lava-down movement of melted ice cream on my knuckles..

And I smiled..this time with no realisations...Not being a writer, no framing of stories..Just sharing a  heart-touching experience..

As a lark, I hopped on to my ride..brimming with the 'feelings'..and vrooommmmmm!! (PS : No more dragging the existence you see.. I am riding now.. ;))

The Melody..

Its a thursday evening melody...

Time is travelling through the two bars of the window..

Time has always been in the same fashion..travelling through the lush green trees..white patches of those life carriers here and there in the sky..aromatic wet soil spread all over the field..decibels across the environ... Then why is that she did not see the footprints of time before?!

May be because she has been too involved in herself, her life..

When you are with oneself, you miss to observe and ponder over the 'trip' of time..you are lost in your own endless journey of life, love, hatred, failures, success, celebrations, resentment..only to realize later that time has been walking all those time, only you were engrossed dancing to the tune of life..and you have missed quite a few 'moments' with time..at times..

She had realisations of same shade it seems..because I am witnessing that smile on her face after a long time..I am witnessing this thursday evening melody..

I, The Mirror..her melody mate..

Inspiration Courtesy : Of course, the protagonist, The Mirror..for capturing this realisation for me...

Life..It is...

Its all about imperfection, you see!!

Had everything been perfect, we all had plans for life..

Many of us wanted a break before we get into the web of life and  invest time in living the un-lived childhood ..invest in bidding back the lost relations.. invest in erasing the carnaged past.. Invest in living back life..life we had lived back! I too wanted something similar..

But life is..its all about imperfection..so I have started searching my childhood, the lost relations, a healthy past and the life itself in the imperfections..and I have found, ultimately, all these..not perfect although, but full of life indeed!!

Though a commonplace dialogue but cent percent true- imperfect itself says I M PERFECT!!

STRUGGLE through odds, SURVIVE amongst death, SEARCH in dark & SMACK DOWN every ‘negation’ to sum-up your life..to achieve totality!! Don’t breathe bits..instead..live loads!!

Inspiration Courtesy : To life.. Thanks for carving me into what I am today :)

The Melody..

It’s a Monday morning melody-

They are struggling with books-He- diagonals, equilateral, sines & cosines…abhorring the divergence in geometry existing in universe..She-ports, input, AND & OR gates..swallowing somehow the crazy controller programming!!

But the morning is still melodious..they are TWO after all and none of them alone.. any struggle they can struggle, let the odds be odds…who cares!!
The Monday morning melody is - I saw them..and they were together..

- I,  Camlin Flora pencil..their melody mate..

Inspiration Courtesy : The Monday morning ;) and of course the protagonist of the article..The pencil, for this beautiful (?) narration..

PS : Dear Reader / Readers (Not sure that more than a single person is gonna read it ;) )

For those of you who think I have gone mad, this pencil n melody n all, I just want you to know how this happened..
Nothing peculiar though, just a childhood memory transformed into an idea.. Childhood memory when I use to think that everything that existed has LIFE..I am sure we all have experienced this.. for girls it use to be the dolls which had life.. for guys, it use to be your superman toy or the cars.

May be the idea was bad, but at least dnt think I am mad ;).. Just relive your childhood with this blog :)

The Writer Me..

I stepped up the woodden turny ladders..ladders that I had to usually take once or twice a month..to get to the place where I get my hairs done..Mango ppl call it waxing n threading.. (Girls, pls dnt get too excited and Guys pls dnt lose heart.. cz m nt gonna talk about this 'girlish' thing.. I am just being Novelistic by describing the environ ;) pls continue..)

And even before I could step into the room, I saw a girl's eyes giving me 'looks'.. She too..probably was there fr the same reasn as I was.. then why those looks.. I was held perplexed in the umpteen emotions of her eyes.. the envy in them..envious cz of my physique (I am use to this phrase...oh! look @ her, she must be 5'8"..as if its a crime :/ ), or expression may be.. I saw a stroke of arrogance too.. that said, 'I am the best'..or may be she is admiring me..by observing me closely..capturing evry minute detail possible..and suddenly was escorted back to the room by the blowing sound of the hair dryer..along with the beautician's loud instructions to the same lady..to not to move her head unless she is done with her hair cut..Oh..I got my answer to why dose looks..she was merely keeping her head aligned and the eyes aligned in the flow..she was just another girl like others..

And I..I looked into my own eyes in the mirror n said..come on Gargi..again a story..around envy, arrogance, admiration..you are a writer, No doubt..
And I started looking around for..may be smthng or someone to frame story around..again.. ;)

Inspiration Courtesy : The lady with statued head n eyes..thanks for heading n eyeing me ;)

The Writer Me...

I entered...the glass door of the only good option I had in vicinity for getting a decent haircut..a famous chain of hair salon.. The receptionist introduced me to the person who was to dress my hair.. a so called cool dusky dude..with artificially browned hair..built almost perfect..i sat on the chair and peeped through my to- be-dressed hair strands..his eyes smiled...n i was held hesitated by the umpteen emotions of his smiling eyes..the over confidence in his brows, so non-native of his profession..the flirt in the eyes, so decent, that I dint feel uncomfortable..the mystery of the lashes, I was blinking finding a way out of them...and with the sprinkling droplets from the spray on my hair n the face, I was back in the web of strands..I saw those smiling eyes again..and laughed @ myself for not considering the emotion of a professional..yes, his profession demands treating customers with courtesy and respect..he was being just..
And I.. I too was doing justice to my profession..by weaving the story of over confidence, flirt and mystery out of nothing...No doubt, I am a writer.
I was peeking again..this time with less hesitation..n more curiosity..

**Edited**

Inspiration Courtesy : To the man in the salon, who was dressing my hair.. Thanks for dressing my thoughts too.. feels like got free goodies ;)

The Writer Me...

Was sitting by the french window of my favourite coffee shop.. sipping the blend of crushed cocoa beans and irish whisky.. and I saw him..His eyes were looking down to earth.. and I was held loved, with the umpteen emotions of those bowed eyes.. the shy, so uncommon of a guy..the guilt, I melted by..the past that was adrenalINg in him, shocked me off..and with the tinge of burning sip, I was back with the blend.. I saw those bowed eyes again..and smiled @ myself for not considering the emotion of a gentleman.. yes, those eyes were bowed in effort of making me comfortable..he was indeed a gentleman..
and Me.. I smiled again..@ the story around..shy, guilt and past.. I am a writer..no doubt..
I was sipping again.. this time with more life.. :)

Inspiration Courtesy : The guy in the coffee shop..whoever you were gentleman, thanks for coffeeeing me ;)

When I write...

I miss writing.. :(
The only thing that satiates me; apart from love and family..

Although I know, I write raw..but what if I want to write..only write.. write more.. write everything.. anytime..everytime..for everyone..on every aspect of life..
write for myself..professionally.. write emotions..humour..excitements..write dreams..write simple-sobour..write gaudy..write sonnets..write rhime..non rhimical too..write early night..late morning!!

Write the unreadable..write the best ‘read’ ever.. write for Jan-Feb-----December; for Sunday-Monday----Saturday..for every moment.. write to remember.. write to forget!!

Write in ‘one go’.. write for years.. write in senses..and when senses lost!! Write while listening songs..while getting rebuked…while honoured!! Write about dreams..about love..about angels and the draconian beings too!!
Write for ‘writing’..as in now.. I wanna breathe..let me breathe..let me write!!

Inspiration Courtesy : A dear friend who scolded me yesterday for not writing..a cute lady, whose blogs I read recently.. and all the love in my life.. Thank you.. Love you all :)