27 February 2011

Love Byte # 27 - "A happy family is but an earlier heaven" - Guest Post by Karina

1:03 PM 6 Comments
Hi loves - It is such an honor to be posting on Pria's blog for you her dear readers :)
My name is Karina and I'm popping over from "Ramblings Of A Simple Girl".
It's been great reading the Love Byte's segment and it feels great to be a part of this segment along with 
all of the lovely girls that have contributed.
It will be a year in April that I came across darling Pria's blog, and what a blessing she has been.
Pria has come to be like family, just a phone call away. Full of encouraging and soothing words during
some of the hardest moments in my life. I love my darling Pria and can not wait to meet her in person when she does get to come to New York City :) 
And give her a big Kary Hug!!

Love, Hmmmmm... What does love mean to me?
Love means everything to me, it is my world and my life.
I am after all the girl who is in love with love :) 
I owe it all to my beautiful parents, who made sure I grew up surrounded by love.
We might have been poor material wise, but love wise I was and still am the richest girl ever!

Me & my beautiful Mamma
Me & my beautiful Pappa

I am SO thankful and blessed to have the parents that I have.
They immigrated from Mexico leaving behind everything and everyone they knew, with out thinking
twice about themselves, but about us their future children.
So that we could have the opportunities that they didn't have.
They suffered and struggled hard to give us a good life, sometimes suffering because we
couldn't have certain material things.
But to my beautiful parents I say:
 
Thank you for putting a roof over my head.
Thank you for keeping me away from harm.
Thank you for always holding my hand when we crossed the street.
Thank you for staying up late and by my side when I was sick.
Thank you for holding up my hair while I threw up.
Thank you for threatening to beat up whoever bothered me at school :)
Thank you for soothing me when my heart was broken.
Thank you for always believing in me and teaching me to believe in myself.
Thank you for all the values and lessons that you have thought me.
Thank you for everything!!
Thank you Mamma & Pappa for bringing me into this world and for teaching me that the most important thing in life is family and love!

So you see in the end we were swimming in nuggets of love.
It is a blessing to live so close to my parents, and have my Miguelito so close to his Grandparents.
And I wouldn't have it any other way, I love being able to see my parents everyday, to hug them, and listen to their voices. It is like music to my ears.
To some I might sound like a little girl and even though I'm not,
to my parents I will always be their little girl.
And they will always be my everything, my love's, and my life! 

Love,
Kary xoxo
There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings
- Hodding Carter







26 February 2011

Love Byte # 25 - " Love is Everything " - Guest post by "Jasmeet "

5:23 AM 8 Comments

Hi, I am Jasmeet, the stalker of Priya's lovely blog and in the true spirit of my own blog "its never too late", I go on to post Byte # 25 after # 26. That's me, I guess (sheepish). Heartfelt apologies to disrupt the chronology of this absolutely fantastic blog. I have been with Priya when this blog was only a baby, and my love for it has only grown. Like most of the readers would agree with me, this blog has heart. Priya's heart. And nothing is more endearing and courageous as to be able to invite the world to be audience to your thoughts, specially when its truly from the heart.

I have known Priya for almost five years now, and as the cliche goes, it seems like Ive known her forever. Friends by chance and sisters by choice, if not blood, is how we term our relationship. And I am more than honoured to be asked to write for her blog. To be a guest author for a blog on which eyes are set from so many parts of the world is not an easy task. And especially towards the end of the series, where such thought provoking posts have already been written. But try I will.

What does Love mean to me? A million things, i'd say.

* Love is the concern a parent has when you're out late and haven't called.
* Love is the warmth you feel in your heart when you hug your mum when you see her after two months.
* Love is when a guy sends you a 100 roses, even though he cannot figure out the fuss over Valentine's Day.
* Love is when a brother chooses to travel 80 kms every day to work and back, only so that he can live with his little sister, lest she feels alone in the big city.
* Love is the reassuring hug a father gives his child, despite her failure at school, saying "its not the end of the world baby".
* Love is the smile with which a friend greets you, after having to wait for you at a cafe for over an hour.
* Love is when a friend chooses you and your company to watch a movie marathon, instead of a boring day at work.
* Love is the feeling you get when some one expresses concern about you not eating well or getting proper rest.
* Love is the sensible advice an elder sister lends, even though you did not ask for any :)
* Love is the forgiveness that easily comes even though you have erred gravely against a friend.
* Love is when mum crumples up some money into your hand, when she hugs you good bye, knowing fully well you probably have enough.
* Love is when you're told to focus on your career instead of the relationship of your dreams, because just in case it doesn't work, at least you never compromised on your future.
* Love is when dad kisses mom's hands when she makes his favourite dish, every single time, even after 30 years.
* Love is the anger mum shows when you scrape your knee after slipping from the see-saw in the park (if only she could uproot that see-saw).
* Love is the appreciation in your father's eyes, when you bag your first job.
* Love is when a friend travels 48 hours so that she could get to spend four with you.
* Love is when your flat mates take turns to make your favourite cuppa when you're sick and cranky.
* Love is the faith that cements friendship.
* Love is the trust that keeps two hearts together despite 10201.97 kms between them.
* Love is when you get back from a tiring day, only to have your room mates finish up cooking the dinner and doing the dishes.
* Love is in the text your sibling sends the next day after a huge fight, saying "still angry?"
* Love is what makes you strong enough to stay apart, not weak enough to never let go.
* Love is what you have for your parents and what you share with your sibling.
* Love is what friendship teaches you and lovers further the learning.
* Love is everything.

Well, a million things I could not write, but I am sure you get the drift. Love to me means all these things and a lot lot more. Hope you'd agree.
Thanks for this opportunity Priya. Love you lots :*


Love Byte #26 - Love is Imperfect - Guest post by Lauren

1:08 AM 2 Comments
Hello!

My name is Lauren and I am the blogger over at The Little Things We Do.... and I am thrilled that Priya asked me to guest blog, especially about the topic of love and what it means to me.

Some people might think that this is what love looks like:


Sitting in a field of flowers, utterly and blissfully in love without a care in the world.  Well....I think it's true....sometimes love does look like that.  The example in the above photo is of my husband Craig and I, and while it's true that we are sitting in a field of flowers making googly eyes at each other, things are not always as they seem.  This photo was from our engagement photo session and the field of flowers you see is actually a small patch of grass off the side of a city street and we're sitting on a towel because the ground was covered in mud and prickly thorns.  We also seem to be smiling in the photo, but we're really just joking about how awkward it is getting photos taken.  I think this is kind of like an analogy about love.  It's not always perfect and doesn't always happen the way you thought it would. 

BUT...while love isn't perfect, it's what makes life worth living.  It may not be a fairy tale every single day, but it's real and it can be so beautiful if you put in the work.  I think love isn't so much a feeling as it is an action.

Love to me is:

*Getting up early to make lunch for him
*When he warms up my side of the bed before I get there.
*Staying in, curled up with pizza and Netflix on a Friday night.
*Saying what needs to be said even when it's hard.
*Noticing a new freckle....even when it's just a little one.
*Complete trust.
*Silly inside jokes.
*Remembering my favorite flowers
*Coffee dates.
*Hard times that can be worked through together
*Fighting (fair) and then making up.
*Putting the other person's needs/feelings first.

Love looks different for everyone and there is no "perfect" love story.  Just people who choose to show love to one another a day at a time.  Hope you choose love today!

xo
{Lauren}

24 February 2011

Love Byte #24 - Forevermore - Guest Post by Sheba

9:23 AM 8 Comments
Hi! I'm Sheba [you can read my musings at Perpetual Bounce] and I am delighted to be writing a guest post for Priya. I recently started reading Priya's blog and am so glad I stumbled upon it because her posts are so uplifting that they can get me out of a funk or remind me of the little things that make me smile.

Eight years ago my life changed through the chance meeting of another soul; one that didn't seem separate from mine, but rather my missing piece, my perfect complement. It was like we knew each other in another life, another time, and were finally being reunited. I didn't know what it meant to truly be in love until I met E.

In the short time we've been together, we've had so many wonderful *ups*, but it is the storms that we've weathered together, side by side, that solidify for me that this really is my *perfect match*.

No matter what life throws me, if I have my E beside me, I know it's going to be alright.

On Marriage
Kahlil Gibran

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

23 February 2011

Love Byte # 23 - Love has no distance - Guest post by Betty

12:43 PM 10 Comments
Guest post by Betty Manousos of CUT AND DRY

I am so happy to be posting here today...Love Bytes is a totally exciting idea of Priya's. I have been following Priya's blog for a while and although we've never met we've been good on-line friends. Thanks Priya, it's always been my pleasure to visit your lovely blog.

I'd love to share with you a beautiful poem by E.E. Cummings.
I Carry Your Heart with Me.

I carry your heart with me (I'm carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my
dear, and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling.)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet),
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
~~~

Ahh, being in love is the best inspiration! It's amazing! The feeling that our life is complete and nothing could ever going wrong. The beauty of love, but what happens when the relationship is long distance? I think it's still the same, only hundreds-if not thousands of miles away.
Love has no distance.

22 February 2011

Love Byte # 22 - History of Love - Guest Post by Teresa

12:26 AM 6 Comments
Hi, my name is Teresa and my Blog is Checa LA movie . It is all about Movies !!! I am from Mexico. I have been living in the United States for 15 years. I am a mother. I have my Bachelors Degree of Communications Sciences from the Universidad de Monterrey, Mexico. I have forth my knowledge under many positions, including Anchor and Reporter. In this new chapter of my life, I have dedicated myself to using my knowledge to explore the world of "Blogging: and share my real passion: "The Art of Film". The fact that I think / write mostly in Spanish does not deter me from doing this guest post for Priya, whose blog is as unique as her ..Isn't she lovely ?? Long version is in Spanish !!



Mi imaginación sin límites me invita a compartir con ustedes un cuento. Un cuento de "Amor" en el que resumo mi apreciación sobre la importancia que damos comercialmente a esta celebración, olvidándonos poner en práctica este sentimiento los 364 días restantes. Por cierto, soy Fan de Disney, así que me encantan los cuentos de príncipes y princesas.

"… Había una vez una princesita cuya virtud principal era la nobleza envuelta en un enorme corazón. Su amor era tan grande, que de acuerdo a su madre, no cabía en el castillo. La Reina decidió guardar el amor de la princesa en botecitos para regalarlo a quienes lo necesitaban. Pero extrañamente los adultos fingían o ignoraban a la pequeña, ya que el amor era lo menos importante en su vida. La Reina comenzó a llenar las bódegas con tarros, ya que aparentemente nadie lo necesitaba. Un día llego una pareja desolada por una decepción que solicito el primer envase. El resultado de su uso se convirtió en una leyenda tan popular que las demandas de los botes de amor llegaron de todos los rincones de la tierra y entoncés la Reina comenzó a comercializarlo. La niña se sintió muy triste, su capacidad para amar y apreciar los pequeños detalles disminuyo. Un día la princesita decidió liberar el poco amor capturado y que la suave brisa se encargara del resto. Así que sin ser anunciado, sin protocolos, sin presiones, el amor comenzó a esparcirse por todos lados y la primera que la aspiro y suspiro ante lo sublime de un atardecer de colores sepia, fue la princesa. La Reina avergonzada por su avaricia se dio cuenta que en el Castillo había lugar para el amor de su princesa y que perdía su magia cuando había monedas de oro de por medio. La calma volvió al recinto y de ahí en adelante, el amor dejo de ser un objeto comercial en el Reino y recuperó su autenticidad. El amor de la princesa y sus virtudes crecieron al mismo tiempo que se convertía en una hermosa jovencita. Encontró a su príncipe azul y decidieron no capturar el amor sino compartirlo y celebrar todos los días como si fuera el "Día de San Valentín"… y Vivieron felices para siempre.

Este es solo un cuento, pero los invito a reflexionar ya que solemenos condicionar y capturar el amor de acuerdo a nuestra conveniencia. No es justo solo dejemos libre y amemos. A nuestros hijos, nuestra pareja, nuestros amigos, nuestras vidas, pero sobre todo a nosotros mismos.

If I translate the story it would go like this... actually it is like a shorter version, because I use too many adjectives in Spanish.. lol

"... There was once a Princess who had a huge heart filled with love .. Her love was so great that her mother, the Queen, asked her to place all her love in little jars and bottles and give it only to those who needed it. The Princess obeyed and began storing her love in jars and bottles of all shapes and sizes, but when she asked people if they needed love, strangely no one wanted it. Princess was disappointed because people had no time for love in their lives, or perhaps love was less important on their list of priorities. However , one fine day came a couple devastated by disappointment and asked for love... She gave them a jar with immense faith in the power of love and soon enough all their troubles disappeared. News of this spread and the demand for love came from all corners of the world. The Queen realised she could make money out of it; but as soon as she placed a price on love, the Princess's magical love powers diminished so much so that she found herself incapable of spreading love. The Princess was wise enough to know true love was unconditional and that love would only grow and spread if it was free for all , and so she opened all the jars and bottles and let love free. Soon, love blossomed for the Princess also, she found her Prince Charming and they decided never to capture their love. Instead share it every day of the year. They made everyday a Valentine's day and lived happily ever after.."

This is just an imaginary story, but I invite you to reflect on the fact that Love is not at our convenience. Let it spread all around. It is fair. Love.. Love your children, love your partner, love your friends, love your live, but most of all love yourself.

21 February 2011

Love Byte # 21 - Books and Me - Guest Post by Sneha

5:50 PM 2 Comments

Hey , I hope you're loving the series ..
Me , I enjoyed doing my first post so much that I'm back again for my second one ..hope you enjoy it :)

I confess I am, unabashedly, a romantic at heart. I just adore romance novels. There are just so many which I like. From the classics like Gone with the Wind, Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, and The Blue Castle (by L.M Montgomery, I just love, love, love the book) to the more popular Judith Macnaught’s. I especially like reading such novels set in historical time, it adds that little extra something.
Following are excerpts which stayed on with me after I finished reading them. I keep going back to the magic of these books time and again : )

This extract is from Charlotte Bronte’s Wuthering Heights. Here Catherine explains her relation with Heathcliff and Linton, when Nelly questions her about it.

“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond yourself. What were the use of my creation if I were entirely contained here? My greatest miseries in the world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in living is in himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and, if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like foliage in the woods.Time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees – my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath- a source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff – he’s always, always on my mind – not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself – but as my own being …”

The following two excerpts are from the book Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier

“I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. Today, wrapped in the complacent armor of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one lightly and are soon forgotten, but then - how a careless word would linger, become a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal. A denial heralded the thrice crowing of a cock, and an insincerity was like the kiss of Judas.

Not for me the languor and the subtlety (of love) I had read about in books. The challenge and the chase. The sword-play, the swift glance, the stimulating smile. The art of provocation was unknown to me, and I would sit with his map upon my lap, the wind blowing my dull, lanky hair, happy in his silence, yet eager for his words. Whether he talked or not made little difference to my moods. My only enemy was the clock on the dashboard, whose hands would move relentlessly to one o’ clock. We drove east, we drove west, amidst the myriad villages that cling like limpets to the Mediterranean shore, and today I remember none of them.

This one is from my all time favourites “Blue Castle” by L.M Montgomery.

“Valancy was perfectly happy. Some things dawn on you slowly. Some things came by lightning flashes. Valancy had had a lightning flash. She knew quite well no that she loved Barney. Yesterday she had been all her own. Now she was this man’s. Yet he had done nothing – said nothing. He had not even looked at her as a woman. But that didn’t matter. Nor did it matter what he was or what he had done. She loved him without any reservations. Everything in her went out wholly to him. She had no wish to stifle or disown her love. She seemed to be his so absolutely that thought apart from him – thought in which he did not predominate – was an impossibility. She had realized, quite simply and fully, that she loved him, in that moment when he was leaning on the car door explaining that Lady Jane (car) had no gas. She looked deep into his eyes in the moonlight and had known. In that infinitesimal space of time everything was changed. Old things passed away and all things became new.

She was no longer unimportant, little old maid Valancy Stirling. She was a woman full of love and therefore rich and significant – justified to herself. Life was no longer empty and futile, and death could cheat her of nothing. Love had cast out her last fear…

20 February 2011

Love Byte # 20 - My Sister , My Friend !!

10:53 PM 3 Comments
"Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. You know whatever you do, they'll still be there."

I love that quote , more so now coz over the years of growing up , the years of fighting over nothing and yet everything ,the years of competing with each other ..you come to realize that a sister really is there to stay and no matter what you do , where you go in life or how old you get ..she's someone who grows closer as the years go by ..

For me , my sisters were always my sisters but now they are my best friends, my ally's , my support , my encouragement ,my critics and the reason for some of the best times I've had ..

Here's a poem I found on the net and that aptly sums up my sentiments ..

Three Sister's
by Francis I. Gillespie

We are three sisters
Three sisters are we
I love each of you,
And I know you love me

We’re not always together,
Life sometimes keeps us apart.
But we're never separated
We’re in each other's heart.

Now I know we've had our troubles,
But we always get thru.
The real message is you love me,
And I also love you.

We have had lots of good times
That we'll never forget
Sometimes we worry
And sometimes we fret

But if God ever gave me
Something special you see,
It might have been the blessing of,
Three sisters are we.

The Lord above has gave me lots
Of happiness and glee
But the most special thing he did was
Make us sisters, all three.

19 February 2011

Love Byte # 19 - " Unconditional " - Guest post by " Sara- One Long Road "

2:50 AM 6 Comments
I got the email from Priya amidst a very important time in my country. I am Sara from One Long Road, I am Egyptian, and I love my country. I always have. I am 23, and all my life, we've had only one president. I just had to mention that on here because well, my generation and I have just made history!!

I am so happy to be part of this series, and part of a blog that is so very personal that you can't help but relate to :)

It has taken me a lot of trials and losses to finally reach the conclusion or the definition of what love is to me. I have had my heart broken in so many different ways..

My brother and cousin- unconditional.

I have grown to believe that love is in aura that surrounds you; and you only get as much love as you radiate. Having an open heart, always, an open heart that is filled with warmth and is willing to share that warmth with the world guarantees that you will be loved- no matter what. (I know that isn't the easiest thing to do, sometimes a temper gets in the way, or reality- since this is a very idealistic notion.)

Yes, I love the sun, I love the trees, I love my brother (and my family) and (as of recent- oh so very much) my boyfriend, I have always loved Egypt (even at times when it gave me no reason to) I love my blog and development economics. I love the universe, and the sea, I love the full moon and oranges....the colour blue and shoes..I love wind in my hair, I love beautiful things, and mind you- everything is beautiful. (And everyone is. too)

It's what makes me smile.

Love is unconditional. I don't love anyone because of how they make me feel, or what they do to me, or how they look or what they do in general...I don't love anything because of the "utility" I derive from it (I am sorry, the economist in my had to use the term)...

I love just because...


And "just because", to me, is the most noble of reasons to love.

I hope you enjoyed reading this post!

18 February 2011

Love Byte # 18 - Love Is A Maroon Tux - Guest Post by Brenda Susan at Walking Butterfly

8:00 AM 7 Comments
I am Walking Butterfly and I'm so happy to be invited to do one of the Love Bytes for Priya's wonderful February series! I have been enjoying all the great variety of posts about the huge subject of love! I mean how could we ever get to the end of such an amazing thing as love? Thank you sweet Priya, I love your blog and feel honored to be included in it.

So my story of LOVE?...........




Thirty-three years ago my husband, whom I will call Hubs, was doing some serious bargaining. He even had the scary nerve to give God an ultimatum!

I was twenty-two and engaged to a guy who was determined to remodel me into his idea of the perfect woman. (Clinton Kelly on What Not To Wear is the only one allowed to tell me how to dress these days!)

Hubs had returned to our hometown after graduating from college. On his first Sunday back, we crossed paths in the church we had both grown up in and I welcomed him home. We had each liked one another in high school but our likings had never happened at the same time.

What may have appeared to be a random moment of ordinary small talk between two old school friends, was actually two very different experiences.

For me, it was just a quick catch up with a sweet guy I used to have a crush on in high school.

For Hubs, it was anything but small talk. His heart was racing fast and his mind was struggling to catch up with his heart. He was asking himself if he was being delusional or if his imagination was running away with him. Because as I had walked toward him, he heard an unexpected thought cross his mind……

“You are going to marry her.”

Hubs knew I was engaged. So he did his best to chat with me about moving back to our hometown and finding a job. I told him that the shoe store I worked in had an opening and I would put in a good word for him.

Now it got really interesting! Hubs and I began to spend every day together in a tiny shoe store. Our friendship grew, but to me that is all it was, a great friendship. For him, it became more and more difficult to watch my unhealthy relationship with my fiancé day after day. He kept remembering those words he had heard and could not understand what in the world he was supposed to do about it!

In the meantime my mother was heartbroken over my destructive relationship also. She prayed for me constantly and had no idea how to help me.

Finally, there came a night when it all changed! Three separate events occurred to three separate people in three separate towns.

Hubs was in his little apartment thinking about what he had heard and he prayed a desperate prayer……

God, I believe those words came from you, but I
can’t stand this anymore. If I don’t see a change tomorrow
I am never talking to you about her again!”

My mom was also praying about me that night. She begged God to help me get out of my unhealthy relationship and as she prayed she suddenly felt a peace about it and knew she could go to bed without worrying anymore.

I told you there were three events didn’t I? The third happening was mine. I was in a busload of young people I was chaperoning to a concert. As I rode along I opened a new letter from my fiancé. In the letter he was berating me and putting me down and for the very first time it really hit me wrong. I distinctly remember thinking…..

“I don’t deserve this treatment!”

Now, I had never thought that thought before because I believed that I did deserve his bad treatment. But my eyes were just suddenly and unexplainably opened! I broke off the engagement that night.

The next morning I went to work with one less piece of jewelry on my fingers. Can you imagine the racing heart and stuttering small talk Hubs had to endure that morning?

Hubs is not an idiot, he did not tell me any of this until long after we were engaged many months later. After my break-up he was a kind and gentle friend to me and taught me how I should be treated. I had no idea how wonderful it felt to be treasured and respected. He took his time, letting me heal and come to love him in a way that has lasted and grown for thirty-three years today. I am loved………..how else could you explain why a man would stand up in front of 400 people in a maroon tux with a pink shirt?




Brenda Susan





17 February 2011

Love Byte #17 – "What is love?" A Guest Post by E from Whining at the World

5:18 PM 5 Comments
Hello people. I’m E. and I’m doing my FIRST EVER guest post over here today!!! You can see I’m excited about this. I am honoured to be invited to guest blog. In fact, I’m pretty sure my response to Priya started off with Wow!

Anyway Priya, thank you for Love Bytes, it is such a great idea. I have loved reading the series. It has been great to be introduced to everyone’s different ideas of Love and a whole lot of new blogs as well. I must also say a big thank you for inviting me to take part.

So, I’m supposed to be writing about what love is to me. It’s a tough question that some of the other Love Bytes have already answered. These answers have been:

Love is what makes the ride worthwhile

Love is the devil

Love is my Life

Love is sharing… even your popcorn


Image by Claire and found on We Heart It.

It seems that everyone has an opinion on what love is. What kind of love are we talking about? Romantic love, the bond of love between a parent and child, sibling love there are many different kinds of love.
I’ve been to a few weddings where a particular passage from the bible is read out. You may have heard it - 1 Corinthians 13:4-7. To me this passage is about love in all it’s different forms.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
That’s a lot to live up to. I’m really not sure we do that in our family. For those of you who don’t know me (Drop over to Whining and say hi!), my family consists of Mr E. (my husband), Boy Child (12), Girl Child (7) and me. While we may not live up to those bible verses it is unusual for someone to leave for the day without saying “I love you.” to everyone else. But as actions speak louder than words, here are some examples of the love shown in our house.

Love is: whacking your brother because he did something that annoyed you BUT wanting to have a sleepover in his room because you miss him despite your rooms being next door to each other. Girl Child

Love is: calling your sister a little freak BUT willingly playing with her and cheering her up when she is sad. Boy Child

Love is: being away from your family for work but calling every day to see how we are going and to say goodnight to us. Mr E.

Love is: sharing the chocolate. Me. Note: I have a Will Blog for Chocolate button over at Whining.

As I said earlier, love is expressed verbally in our house but I think it’s the actions that really show it. We may not live up to that passage but we still know that we are loved. So what is love? I dont think I can answer that. It is so many different things to so many people.

What is love to you? What do things others do that make you feel loved?

16 February 2011

Love Byte #16 "Opposites Attract" Guest Post By Heidi Of Me As A Mother

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Hello everybody, Heidi here, visiting from Me As A Mother, and I am so happy to be a part of this wonderful series. Thank you lovely Priya, for letting me share today.

OK, so I'm just gonna lay this one out for you. I'm in love. Whole-heartedly. No turning back. In it for life. Stuck like glue.  But this person scares the shit out of me. A few adjectives to describe my love: intense, critical, perfectionist, overly-dramatic, know-it-all.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet my 5-year-old, Ava Rae.


This kiddo is my first born and the exact opposite of me in almost every way. There are some days when I look at my husband and say "I don't know how to parent her. I really don't." There are some nights when I go to bed and think "I failed her today." There are moments when I quantum leap into the future and see Ava at 15, arguing with me, fighting dirty. Where's the bourbon? Make it a double, please.

And yet. My love for her is so big that none of the aforementioned matters. These challenges are making me a better parent; to Ava and to her sisters. These challenges are making me a more empathetic person, helping me to realize that everybody responds to patience and kindness, regardless of their innate personality. These challenges are helping me to be kinder to myself.

But I am totally keeping a bottle of bourbon on hand.

15 February 2011

Love Byte # 15 - " Love is Sharing...even your popcorn "

11:57 AM 7 Comments
guest post by Claudia from moncy3

photo courtesy by just popping

Hi there, my name is Claudia from moncy3 I'd like to thank Priya for the opportunity of being a part  of these wonderful love bytes. Every time I visit Priya's blog  'My reflections' I feel at home and welcomed.

I'm being honest I am not one to write much, besides everything about love as been said in an impeccable way already. As I was browsing the web to find the perfect love quote, get some inspiration and elaborate on it I came across this one... clever and transparent...  

'Love is sharing your popcorn' by Charles Schultz. 

So I thought of doing a little...lets' call it 'research' just like my daughter tells me when she's about to log in and engulf into Club Penguin.   Let's go ahead and read shall we: 

Social Etiquette and Good Manners/Sharing Popcorn  

Expert: Amanda Gamble - 2/21/2005

Question
I recently went to the movies with my wife and a new friend from work. I bought popcorn and snacks. Without asking, my new friend reaches over and grabs a big handful of popcorn, and does this about 4 or 5 times without mentioning a word, except for little comments about the movie. He's a friend, but the act made me uncomfortable! I thought he should have bought his own, and at the very least asked before reaching into my popcorn...
What do you think about this "Popcorn Etiquette" situation?

Any help would be appreciated! It's driving me crazy thinking about it!

-Mike (Seattle)

Answer
Dear Mike,
Wow! Not only rude,but disgusting,too. Why he would
think that it as okay to get grabby with your popcorn
is beyond me. Perhaps he was raised by wolves. In any
case,there isn't anything that you can do about it now.
The moment has passed. Next time,let your wife hold the
popcorn with you between him and the food!
                                          Best regards,
                                             Amanda Gamble

Fascinating, and so real!  We never think twice or hesitate not a bit to share our personal hopes and wishes, our intimate dreams, our most inner desires, our emotional feelings,
our pains, frustrations and fears.  The good, the bad and the ugly,
uphill or downhill, 
rain or shine we all share it with our
loved ones without reservations...even the simplest things like popcorn.

...and if I may add to this funny quote Love is also drinking
from the same straw!

Have a blessed life my friends and many hugs your way!

Claudia

14 February 2011

Love Byte # 14 - Love Letters

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Happy Valentine's day lovies !!

I hoped to get hubs to do today's love byte but between all the packing , moving , shifting to a new place , we've had a pretty back breaking weekend and therefore no time for le blog ..

But last night as I was unpacking , sifting through old cards and letters , I found this one particular letter that has always intrigued me ...it dates back to the year 2000 ( yup don't even remind me again it's been that long :P ) ..
So , those were the good ol' days when he 'willingly' wrote me long letters but this one wasn't like a letter , it was something he wrote for me.. it's something that still sends a tingle down my spine..

This might sound a lil silly, considering we were both really young, but thats what love was back then , naive , immature , unsophisticated , uncomplicated yet ever so charming !! It still is the most beautiful part of our lives but you know what I mean ;)

I don't know why but the woman in her is attracting me, pulling me closer.. appealing to me , to love her and kiss her yet again ..

I don't know why but I am unable to resist her glowing face, her twinkling eyes and her seductive smile ,

this all's pulling me like a magnet attracts iron ..

She has that expression on her face which has something, something eternal about it..

The God within me is urging me to love her, love her as if you (me) are going to succumb the very next moment.. Give her everything you have .Treat her like a goddess coz she's the one who'll give you real happiness and set you free..

Each time I look into her eyes, I hear them saying ,

"Give me love, make me experience the height of passion and the madness in you. Love me wild, love me hard, love me with complete abandon, love me till you feel a part of a whole another world, our world . "

I think I've fallen in love with her all over again and this time its supernormal or shall I say supernal .

Now I'll love her more than I ever did , coz I want her to marry me , only me ..

She belongs to me and I can't afford to lose her..

Call it possessiveness or any damn thing but she's MINE

and to her I belong.

13 February 2011

Love Byte #13 "Reminiscence.." Guest Post by Sneha

6:59 AM 16 Comments


Hey everyone, Happy Valentine's Day !!! one day in advance :)

Priya's Blog is driving me nuts. How do you do it so regularly sis? I had to write just one and i was stumped. How did you do it alone last year? I tried starting my own blog. Its been two years now and I've written just one. Blogging really isn't for the faint hearted.

My contribution to Priya's blog is a tribute to my sisters. Being me, i don't tell them very often, but i love you both, a lot. My life would be insipid without you.

Here goes...



Being one of three sisters seemed like such a pain when I was younger, especially with me being the middle one, I was left hanging – neither here nor there, the worst of both worlds (being elder and younger at the same time), or so it seemed then. I hated being teased mercilessly by Priya, aka your blogger (the eldest). Soumaya, the youngest, was, well, the youngest. Her favorite dialogue was, “I’ll tell Papa” and then she would go wailing “Papaaaaaaaa…”

I am sure both my sisters will have their own woes to tell from their perspective.

We had an excess of everything, an excess of love, hate, drama, joy, fun, the fights. I pity my mum when I look back now. How she managed to handle a full time job, a house and the three of us, no one will ever know.

Let me give you and insight of how we were as kids. Priya was outgoing, smart, good in studies and fun to be around (she still is). Soumaya talked nineteen to a dozen. She had to narrate the day’s events to mum every evening, and not just narrate it, she would be dramatic about it too. She loved dancing. I was a complete introvert, content in my dream world. I became better once I discovered books, they added fuel to my overactive imagination I guess.

Now you can imagine what a house full of such characters would have been like. Usually two of us would gang up on the third one (the poor kid). I reckon the treatment toughened us up. We would bicker about the T.V remote, where we wanted to sleep, what we wanted to do. Priya and I used to have wrestling bouts. At times Priya would sit on us. (She still does, but those were the good days, she was slim then ). We did have more than our share of fights, but in fun times we had thrice the amount. We never needed friends outside of us. We would dance, play around, act, pull each other’s leg, dance some more. The best part was that we got to share each other’s clothes and shoes, not always with mutual consent or knowledge ;)

“If a sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and won’t catch your eye, she’s wearing your best sweater.” When I read this quote, I burst out laughing. This was surely written for us.

Since I was the quiet one in the family I would, more often than not, end up being “the ear” to both my sisters. Oh! How many secrets I still have stored up (rubbing my hands in glee). These secrets come in handy when I need something. Hahahaaa hahahaha (diabolical laughter)

I remember Priya and I were given a separate room when we had our crucial high school exams. How tired we would get playing cards at night. One of us would always say, “One last game, just one last one”, and last it did for an hour more. Mum and Dad will read this and think, “This explains Sneha’s marks.” Well, no harm done in the long run.

Through the years there were times when we drifted apart and then there were these other times when we felt, no one knew us better. When Priya moved to another city for graduate studies, the house felt empty. I would always feel my heart sink when I waved her off at the railway station, wondering what I would do without her. One time I returned from school and walked into the bedroom to see Priya sitting there with mum. I stood at the door for a minute, shock written on my face, my mouth agape, wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me. She had decided to come home early. That’s what Priya was like.

Soumaya filled up the silence in my life. With her around, there was never a dull moment. Now she is gone too. I enjoy having a room to myself, but I’d much rather have my pestiferous younger sister than my room.

We’ve all grown up now (have we really ???). Priya’s there in the U.S., Soumaya’s in Delhi and I am here, working as a full time teacher.

I spent a wonderful summer with Priya last year. Soumaya keeps coming home, or I visit her in Delhi. I wish the three of us could take a holiday together. We haven’t been together in two years now. Hope the time comes soon.

So this was my take on what love means to me – my sisters and I.

12 February 2011

Love Byte #12 "Our Parent's Example" Guest Post by Micaela of Dolce Vita

9:32 AM 8 Comments
hello all of Priya's darling readers! It's Micaela from my little corner of the internet Dolce Vita, so happy and honored to be part of Priya's wonderful series.

there's so many reasons i adore Priya. We share the same love of films and quotes. But most of all, i love how she shares a piece of herself (her life) with each post.

I'm honored to get to share a bit of my heart with you today.

As a newly wed, i wanted to be the wife that audrey hepburn was talking about when she said, "If I get married, I want to be very married."

I love being very married. On our big day, we had photographs of our parents framed from their magical day--

my parents


his parents
we come from good stock... both our parents celebrated 40 years of marriage this year. My example is both of them. Because love to me is family. When family is your center (not work or money) it's you two against the rest of the world isn't it?


I don't know the secret of marriage just yet but I love knowing we're in it together. We're a family now. That it's a vow you make with all your heart. For better or for worse because marriage is hard work (even when you're a newly wed). 

so dance together in your small kitchen. tell them when you're hurting and try never to say things you can't take back when you're fighting. write little love notes (because it's always the little things). 

be their biggest cheerleader and laugh a lot. love to me is his laugh... my husband has one of those great laughs that fill the room. 

I'm looking forward to that laugh for 40 years because he truly is my life's greatest blessing. 


Thank-you Priya and lovies for letting me be a part of your day today. And just because I'm curious by nature... if you're married how long have you been married and what's one of life's little things that make your marriage a happy one? 

11 February 2011

Love Byte # 11 - Taking Turns With The Gardening

1:22 AM 13 Comments
Guest Post by Corinne of Everyday Gyaan


I have been following Priya's blog for a while now and although we've never met, we've been been good blogger friends - encouraging each other now and then. I find her posts are always thoughtful and positive.

I am so happy to be posting here today. Priya and I have done the love theme in the past, but Love Bytes is a totally new and exciting idea of Priya's and it's an absolute pleasure to read all the great posts that other bloggers have have written here. Thanks, Pri for this opportunity - you rock sistah!

@ Deviant Art

The other day I watched a BBC documentary on Carla Bruni Sarkozy, out of curiosity. I don't want to make any comments about her, but one thing she said struck me very much. In talking about her marriage she quoted a poet who said "In any good marriage, one partner is the gardener and the other is the garden. We take it in turns to be either......"

I thought how true this is of marriage and indeed of any significant relationship. Sometimes we're needy and the other tends to us. And sometimes we are strong and take care of the other.  

If only we would see it that way. Problems in relationships occur when we take fixed roles. One person thinks that s/he has to always be the strong one....always have the answers.....always be the provider. In other words, one is always the gardener. Then there is the other side, when one always wants to be the garden. S/he is constantly needy and insecure.....and requires the other to always be the provider and the nurturer. If we get stuck this way, we can never evolve as individuals and neither can our relationship truly grow or blossom. 

I've always found it harder to be the 'garden.'  I would rather be the strong one, than be the needy one. It takes courage and a lot of trust to say, 'Hey, I need help...I'm hurting right now......I need a hand....I'm not okay."   But I've learned to love and to trust and to say to the other, "Please be the gardener for now. I need tending to."

Perhaps today is as good a time as any for us to review our significant relationships.

~ Corinne 

10 February 2011

Love Byte #10 - Traces Left Behind

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Guest post by Ken of sketchbookstuff.com

I have an art blog and I post drawings of people and things I see in my daily life. Most of the blogs I follow are not art related however and the type of blogs I enjoy the most have personal stories.

Priya's blog appeals to me because it is a delightful peek into her life and viewpoint.





What is that thing whose whose absence frustrates us, whose arrival excites us, whose presence we cherish and whose loss we mourn? What is the feeling we chase after, hold tightly to, grow bored of and forever want more of?

A love story is remembered by the traces it leaves. The faint shadows and imprints. Tiny details in the background which in reminiscence become prized relics. In memory, the traces of what love leaves behind are polished to a high sheen. They are guarded, revisited and preserved, even as they fade and blur.

Memories she left me with:

- The Japanese comfort food that she served in tiny ceramic dishes.

- Bathing together by candlelight.

- Walking through the snow in Montreal while holding hands and wearing thick warm gloves.

- Sushi and green tea on Ninth Street in the East Village.

- Making love in the afternoon.

- Watching her innocent, expressionless eyes watching me, as the metro stops are announced in French.

- Waiting while she cooks, as Bossa nova plays in the background.

- The small black suitcase on wheels trailing after her as she walks away.

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09 February 2011

Love Byte # 9: It wasn't love at first sight.

11:09 AM 10 Comments
Guest post by CurvyEveryday

I instantly fell in love Priya’s blog simply because of the pure genuineness of her writing. Her posts are filled with kindness and love so it couldn’t be more fitting that she hosts a month on Love. I on the other hand write a frivolous blog about trying to find some style that I misplaced a few years back. I wasn’t sure what I would write about, and decided to write about what love wasn’t for me. And hence the title.


I can honestly say I never knew love at first sight, there were no instant fireworks.

We met on the first day of college in our very first class. I can remember exactly what he was wearing and how cool I thought he looked. I remember being instantly drawn to him but it wasn’t love at first sight.

When I would walk into a room he would be the first person I would look for and we would always leave together at the end of the night. When we would walk home he’d sing “I would for you” and I would poorly chime in. It wasn’t love at first sight because it didn’t feel like time stood still; it felt like it flew by.

We were competitive design students who thought they knew it all but had very fragile egos to back it up. I would doubt myself and he would push me through. The only opinion that mattered to me was his. He made me want to do better. But it wasn’t love at first sight; I didn’t feel as if my legs were going to go from under me. Instead he gave me the strength to stand on my own.

He was the first person I would want to start my day with and the last person I would want to talk to at the end of the night. But it wasn’t love at first sight since he didn’t take my breath away. It was as if he breathed life into me.

We were “ just friends” at first, and everyone but us seemed to know it was love at first sight. I will still argue it wasn’t love at first sight. It was so much more. It was and is the great love of my life and I almost missed it. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t thank god for having him. And just when I think I couldn’t possibly love him anymore than I already do, I do. It grows more and more every day.


I write this because I think sometimes we have such expectations of what we think love is and how it should feel that we could miss the gift of true love even when placed right under our noses.

And I lied, we experienced all the symptoms of love at first sight 16 years later when our daughter was born and then again when our son was born.

Thank You Priya for your generosity of letting me be a part of your blog and this feature.

Image credits:
Fireworks cc licensed flickr photo by dodsworld
Tree, Roots: cc licensed istockphoto.com (modified by me)



08 February 2011

Love Byte#8—Love is my life

10:45 AM 6 Comments
Guest Post by Alinka Johnson of Linka Living

I am really excited to guest post for My Reflections. I love the sincerity of this blog, because most blogs lack heart and Priya’s got it. I consider it an honor to be a part of the love byte series.

When I was asked to write about what love is to me…. I drew a complete blank. I mean to think I write every day for my site Linka Living and I couldn’t think of one word for what love is to me. Then I began to think about what I love the most. And it came to me…

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Love is waking up to my son peaking out of his crib
Love is the three of us lying in bed on Sunday mornings
Love is honesty
Love is after dinner washing dishes and the husband cleaning the counters
Love is sharing the best inside jokes
Love is putting him first even when I feel selfish
Love is being strong enough to fight
Love is being weak enough to be protected
Love is reaching the point where you don’t argue but discuss
Love is saying I love you just because
Love is saying what I don’t want to hear because I need to hear it
Love is leaving the house with Gerber squash and peas in my hair
Love is learning from the past and growing in the future
Love is tricking the husband into changing all the stinky pampers
Love is reading Psalm 118 every morning for family worship
Love is leaning on each other through hard times instead of pushing away
Love is putting the little one to sleep only to miss him all night

Love is everything, every day, every moment with the loves of my life.

I never knew what real love was until they showed me. I never knew the sacrifice, the joy, the complete peace of unconditional love until God blessed my soul with my husband and son.

Love is a lesson, a journey, a life—my life

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