Sharada Subramanian's Blog, page 6

Candle in the wind.

There are times when you become a mode of self destruction but also in the way of becoming that, you give away the goodness of yours to the one you love. Just like a candle, you burn yourself to light someone else’s world.

The forbidden love and some wine.

The kind of love that does not have an ending or beginning. The kind that is taboo. The ones that aren’t meant to exist. As you see him sitting in the corner of the room, you can’t help but make love to him over and over. Push him on the couch and look into his eyes. Pour some wine over his chest and drench yourself in his forbidden love. The kind of love that don’t end up becoming a novel but the endless threads of timeless tales told in your mind. Tales that make life worthy enough to live. The kind of love that stops you from going forward and also the kind that makes you run with the wind.

As you see him walk past you, the air is filled with your nasty thoughts about him. Thoughts that breaks relationships. The ones that are tied by the neck. Yet, your love for him has gone over the never ending galaxies in which stars make babies.

You want him but once you get him, your thoughts about him die. It leaves your body like the fragrance from a wild lily. You don’t see that passion anymore. You don’t see that dying need of desire anymore. There is no denying this dirty little truth. The divine happiness of not owning your desire is a high that no alcohol can give.

The detachment is what that keeps the relationship going. It’s that desperate measure to reach out to that person mentally or physically or both that gives life to it. The minute you own each other, it’s gone. When you know you don’t have the luxury of every night and day with each other, you want to steal him from the room full of people in your get together and kiss the back of his neck in the terrace with moonlight safeguarding you both from the crowd.

A sort of relationship that helps you question your morality everyday. A kind that makes you hate yourself for what you are doing. You see him again and you question not your morality but your soul and the kind of thing it’s made of and soul wins hands down.

You know he has a her. He knows you have a he and yet you become each others space. A space that is filled with thoughts that galaxies are made of. A space that let’s you be who you want to be without the pretentiousness of a socially acceptable relationship. A space which let’s you go wild, go slow, or not go anywhere at all.

At times, a perfect relationship is something where there isn’t one that exists. A relationship which lets you breathe, to go breathless, to let go, to hold on, to go slow , to run with the wind, to stop by and cherish, to stop by and say goodbye. A relationship that doesn’t exist, but also the one that gives you the urge to live and not just exist.

Mangoes are sweet. A mango that’s not yours, even sweeter…!

The joy of pain.

Pain is a great leveler. It is the only thing that helps you elevate to something higher. Happiness on the other hand, stagnates you. It makes you stay where you are. Pain gives you the joy of discovering yourself.

The joy of wrapping out your layers within you to disclose who you are and what is that that makes you. Pain exhibits your naked soul while happiness decorates it with the thoughts of things that make you happy.

Pain questions you as to why you are in pain which happiness fails to do. Pain explores unopened doors that will allow you to understand the reason of why the pain is still within you and not willing to leave. Pain brings a sense of closeness with the person that you are experiencing the pain with. That person might not be physically with you, but the essence of pain that you attach with that person, brings that relationship to life. It creates a ripple effect of how it was. However good or bad it was, it stays inside refusing to let you move anywhere. Once you let go of the pain attached to the person, you will slowly start letting go of the relationship you had with them and thereby letting go of the person from your mind and soul.

Once you let go the person from within, you will be able to look at the person as an external source. Once you do that, you will start experiencing a sense of detachment. A sense of vacuum filling up within. An empty space that is all of a sudden created inside. The joy of filling it up yet again with a sense of happiness is something one has to experience. Pain is the symbol of growth. It is a sign of reaching from point A to point B. It is about pushing your soul and mind to experience things and feelings that hasn’t been  done before.

Pain is more relatable. When someone cried to you about losing a loved one or a break up, you relate to it. You somehow understand how it feels. You might not have lost someone or gone through a break up but somehow magically your mind relates to the pain and you console the other person about how it’s going to be okay . Imagine the same person sharing a moment of happiness with you. A proposal or travel to a foreign country. You feel happy for that person but the relatability factor is far lesser compared to that of pain.

Don’t run away. Face the pain that you are going through and let it grow in you for only then you can grow out of it.

Pain beings humans together. Pain is magic. Pain is beautiful. Pain is joy. Celebrate pain.

The cigar in your hand.

When the sun decided to soak itself in the warmth of the ocean.

I looked at my empty shoulders and consoled it for no reason.

I danced all night in my favourite black dress in all room full of people.

Even the furniture knew all along that it was you that I wanted to sample.



As I watched the rings of smoke that found its way out of your mouth.

I wished I was a cigar to live my last between your lips without a doubt.

Your eyes carried pages of stories that great novels are made of.

Oh darling, to look at them and to not devour them was quite tough.



What is nature what up of? Water, air, earth and fire they say.

I looked at your palm, touched it and felt the same kind of way.

I want you. All of you. Every single atom that makes you, YOU.

As I come closer, I see your shadow move away with all its hue.

Your hair slides through my fingers like the water from a river.

Your mind is like an old rusted box of treasures that gives me the shiver.

Don’t love me as I have enough of that. Destroy me gently from within.

We don’t belong to one another and we have an end, but right now let’s just begin.

Art meets Beauty!

When most of us were busy deciding what jewelry to wear for the evening date and where to buy,  Minu decided to make it herself! ! Minu Marie Mathew is the director/founder of ART-ERY. Her style is unique and each of her jewelry has a character to it. From quirky to classy to antique to crazy, each of them comes with a story, a story of love, passion and respect to the art.

I had a short tete-a-tete with Minu on her journey and here is an excerpt of the interview.

1) What provoked you to get into your field?

Hailing from Trivandrum, a society which gives priority to Engineering and Medicine, I am grateful that I got an opportunity to choose a skill based line of education. I have always wanted to do something which I am passionate about. I have a degree in Fashion Technology and a post graduate degree in Merchandising. After 6 years of working in retail I felt that this was the right time to follow my passion.

2) Why ART-ery and meaning behind it?

More often than anything we get asked the question “Why the name   ART-ery?” When we started the brand, we commenced our Facebook page with the brand message “Express your inner self with a piece of ART and celebrate the woman in you”. Besides serving us as a tagline, that little summary is the essence of who we are and why we started this brand.

The words ‘Fashion’ and ‘Style’ are often misunderstood as qualities possessed by people who buy designer labels or read high-street magazines. That isn’t what ART-ery is trying to provide. We think your inner self is beautiful, stylish and fashionable. We don’t want to do anything to change that, we wouldn’t dare! We’re here to help you find that inner self. There’s fashion in your blood, fashion in your arteries! And that is the message behind the name ART-ery.

The added emphasis on the word “ART” in our name denotes that we’re extremely selective when it comes to our product range. We’re simply a place that takes pride in housing and appreciating art. Our products are handpicked or handmade to be statement pieces that let a woman be herself. Every woman being beautiful and unique requires every product to be crafted beautiful and unique. With a range that spreads across necklaces, rings, earrings, bangles, anklets, bracelets, arm cuffs, headbands, home décor and more, we meticulously ensure that each of our products embody art, style and elegance.

3) What are you aiming to achieve through this?

Our vision for ART-ery is to embrace diversity and everyone’s individual style. Fashion is something that’s already in you, be proud to celebrate who you are!

I want ART-ery to be synonymous with women who stand up for themselves and are proud to be who they are. I want ART-ery to be household name and not just a name printed on a carry bag or accessory tag. To me the message behind the brand is as important as the brand itself.

4) Your designs are one of a kind. Where do you draw inspiration from?

My inspiration has always been travel. It keeps your mind more aware and open. Most of ART-ery’s collections have been curated personally by me from Indian and International Markets. We also have a handcrafted range fashioned in-house.

5) Do you look at collaborating with someone else?

I think it is important in the initial stages to create a niche for yourself defining yourself better, spreading the brand message and try to reach as many as possible.

Maybe in future if we align our brand sensibilities align then for sure.

6) If there is one person you would like to gift your product to, who would that be and which product?

I think it will be Lady Gaga. I find it inspiring how effortlessly she      redefines fashion and style. I will probably give her something from our new arrivals in Arm cuffs.

7) Who is the competition in your field? There are any big fashion houses doing this too. How do you stand out?

I have never really come across someone who is exclusively into fashion accessories except for Claire’s. Mostly accessories are part of their label. At ART-ery, we deal with all kind of accessories ranging from necklaces, rings, earrings, bangles, anklets, bracelets, arm cuffs, headbands and scarves. Also the pricing is our USP.

8) What is the word of advice or suggestion to those who wanting follow their passion?

It is very important to have passion and do what you feel like doing. There will be a lot of reasons stopping you but it is important to follow your gut feeling.

9) What beauty means to you?

I am glad that you asked me this question because I see a lot of young girls not being happy the way they look or displeased about their skin tone or hair type.

I am quite on the skinny side and have a dusky skin tone which in our country is not the first choice to define someone as beautiful. I have been proud of the way I look and have always embraced it. ART-ery is for every woman who is, who she is. We will give you a piece of ART to embrace who you are.

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Catch a look at their collection and buy some LOVE for your self and your dear ones. They are loud on social media and can be reached in any of the following mediums :)

Facebook – www.facebook.com/ShopARTery 

Craftsvilla  – www.craftsvilla.com/shopartery 

Instagram  –  https://i.instagram.com/shopartery/

Blog – http://shopartery.tumblr.com/ 

website – www.art-ery.in 

Monkeying around!

I wanted to write about this but was too lazy to write a long blog post and thought why not make it a visual one that’s simple and self explanatory.

This is how relationships are today !  :)

I think this would suffice to convey what I wanted to :)

Cheers!

When love is plural.

A well salaried job. A three BHK flat. Friends coming during the weekend. House parties. Life seemed good and happy. I was far more successful and independent than most peers of my age. I had all the money to travel the world once a year. All I had to do was choose the country and book my tickets. The only glitch was whenever I had to choose the seat in the plane, I chose the one by the window because the only company I had were the skies and clouds outside. The seat next to me always belonged to a stranger. Yes ! Being a divorcee wasn’t easy in my country. Though I left my baggage far behind, the weight of the society was weighing me down. “OH, you’re a divorcee? What happened?” People ask. It felt as though I lost a loved one. Relatives sending me condolence messages and my parents looked like my life was over. 

During one of my lonely trips to Dubai, I met this gentleman. Formal shirt and trousers. Neatly made hair. Shoes polished. My seat was 5F and his was 5E. Mine was as usual the window seat and I never really bothered about my co-passenger. I pulled out a book from my bag and started to read. “MAKE IT 2” was the title by an debudente author,  Sharada Subramanian. “It’s a nice book.  I have read it.” He said. “Excuse me?” I asked him. “It’s a breezy read. I loved the ending. I’m Siddharth by the way and you are?”. He asked.  “I’m Priya.” I said with a stern voice.

At the end of the 4 hour journey, I finished the book and also discussed about it with siddarth. We both had a lot in common. “So what brings u alone to dubai?” He asked. ” Well. I recently got divorced so been traveling alone to places”I replied. “WOW. That’s brilliant. Let me tell you, you’re never alone. You are your best company.” He said. I smiled wide. We exchanged numbers and he went his way.

A week later, I get a whatsapp message. “Hey! Tropical iceberg in coffee day?” It said and I knew it was him as it was a line from the book we both loved. We met for coffee and one hour extended to four. We met almost every other day. We liked each other’s company. I never really asked much about his personal life. But I knew there was someone else he lived with.

Four months later. .

“Why don’t you come home?” He asked. I was apprehensive but obliged. Wore my finest perfume and a long red dress. Rang his door bell. The door opened. Couldn’t see anyone. “Hello Priya” a voice said. I looked down.  A eight year old boy welcomed me inside.

“My son Adithya.” He said as the little one came over to hug me. I was quite not prepared but hugged back nevertheless. After a sumptuous dinner, we sat down by the couch for desserts. “Dad has told alot about you. You look more beautiful in person” he said. I was taken aback.

“I’am sorry if this is a shock. Wanted you to meet him before I told you about him. He is the center of my life. My wife died in a road accident five years back. It’s been just me and him since then. I didn’t want to hurry into another marriage. I wanted to ensure I like the woman and so does he.” Siddharth said holding my hand. “You’re hands look so plain. Don’t you wear jewelry on them?” He asked.

“Well. . I love ur son. He is so well behaved. I love him. He is amazing. Don’t be worried. I’m not shocked. I’m only glad. Yes, never really had the chance to wear a finger ring. Nothing moved me enough to buy.” I said.

“Desserts?” He asked.  “sure why not!” I replied. He stepped into the kitchen to bring some cake for me. He turned on the CD player. Not the kind of songs I would like to hear were playing but I wasn’t complaining :)

“Priya” adithya said as he sat next to me. “I lost mom before I really knew how she looked like completely. It’s always been dad and I. He is not the kind to bring women home. He is a superman who wears his underwear inside. He is my hero but I think he needs his heroine too.

“SO Priya… will you marry my dad?” He asked as he got on one knee. Siddharth was leaning by the kitchen wall as he looked at the entire situation with a smile. I was speechless.

“To the Queen of our hearts, Priya. Welcome home” he said holding this amazing piece of art from “www.stylori.com” that looked nothing less than a masterpiece. Finally a jewellery that is worthy enough to slip into my finger.  This one is not just a ring but a part of my life.

And I did say “YES” :)

Choose stylori and let it be a part of your most special moments in life. Just like how it was a part of mine. Their collections will leave you wanting for more. Made with love, passion and some diamonds too :)

Love!

Priya Siddharth.

You are my autumn.

Since when did you decide to be my  autumn?

Shedding skin and spreading love in random?

If love was blind, you would be my braille.

When it comes to you, resistance is too futile.

The feeling of eternity at my first sight of your whole.

Oh dear, you’re the chicken soup for my soul. 

You are sealed and taken, so I was told.

Oh please, since when did the moon get sold?

You’re not the cliché tall dark and handsome.

In the prison of my thoughts, you’re the finest ransom.

You’re at a distance of the sun, which I know.

But it’s because of ur light within, that I glow.

In my world of English, you’re the syllable.

Damn, who thought I would get so gullible.

Many a times my mind gets into a mayhem.

But whenever I see you, my soul goes  ahem ahem.

A pain in the womb.

This day, that year and yet there are 72 months in between.

I still remember it like the morning sun that I had seen.

If my knowledge on math is good, today you would be six.

I console myself with wine and cheese, come on now, that’s a good mix.

I don’t carry any emotion or remorse when I think of you.

You remind me of all things sad and that kind of a hue.

You nameless, shapeless blemished little flesh of baggage.

I still wish that day was nothing but a mirage.

You once reminded me that I could be a creator too.

For that my darling, I’m eternally grateful to you.

He saw me rolling on the pool of unadulterated blood.

The kind that usually lies within the depth of my creed

He dint say a word and I was taken away in a stretcher.

Tears rolled by as the doctor was getting ready to be a butcher.

I must admit dear, you were a real pain in the womb.

A place I was told is where you would bloom.

I didn’t want you. You were never meant to have a heart.

Are you heartless, you ask, oh well now where do I start?

You and I weren’t meant to be together, we wouldn’t last.

I’m glad you are now where you belong, which is the past.

I touch my tummy, I don’t feel the pain and you aren’t there.

I smile a bit. Cry a bit. Yet I think you saved me from the fear.

I don’t need you. You don’t define me. You are now free.

But let me wish you well as you will always remain to be a piece of me.

Inside your grave ..!

Amidst a crowd , I long for some solitude.

Nobody understands the pain of this magnitude.

Love is everywhere and it almost looks too easy.

The desperacy to withdraw from people has left me all palsy.

Is this OK? Is this normal? I ask my broken soul.

In a world of greed and creed, I look like a fool.

Are you looking to rescue me from my innermost abyss?

Don’t come any closer, I might burn you with my remiss.

This wall that I have built of dark chocolate and wine.

Come near me, hold me tight and tell me ‘you’re mine’.

When the sun gets hidden under the bed of white pearls.

I wish I could roll myself into a ball of knotted curls.

Don’t love me too much. It doesn’t last more than a moment.

Pin me down. Lock me up. Make love to me on the pavement.

I’m a messed up pound of flesh, nothing that a man would crave.

Oh dear, but I’m just the kind that you’ll want inside your grave.