Something New.

Hello everyone :)
I know it been a while that nothing new has graced your computer screen from Myriad Musings for quite sometime. I just started with a new a blog on tumblr a couple of days back. I would love it if you guys, would take some time out and spare a few minutes to to my new venture. It's something special and the posts are very close to my heart. Please visit it often, as I will be posting lots of stuff from now on. I'll be humbled.
This DOESNOT mean that I'll not my update my blogspot account. It was my very first venture and this firstborn will reside in my heart forever and I will post special stuff on it now and then.

Here's  my new Blog,
The link :
Sagas of the almost

PLEASE visit.
Eager for your views.

Much much Love,
Rushika.

Her, Rains and bundles of nostalgia.

Before I start typing these 'precious' little words out of  my pretty little laptop, I would like to tell you that I cried buckets and buckets today. The last time I cried like this was when I was around 14 when, Stallion, a pretty little jet-raven colored street puppy who wandered near my house and whom I loved and adored till death, was crushed to death when she was around 2 months old by a speeding jeep. And when I sit down to cry, that crying isn't just for the event that has made me weep. I literally sit in my room, head ducked between my knees and recall every trivial sad detail about my past experiences and the things that deeply affected me. It's a bloody awful habit if you ask me. But it also gives me this incredible let-out, a brilliant catharsis. Getting pack to the point, why I cried.

I watched Her today. A wonderful romantic science-fiction heart-stopping film. And words fail me to describe how beautifully crafted that film was. There wasn't a single second where I felt unconnected. Here's this dialogue that Amy Adams says to Joaquin Phoenix which pretty much explains the kind of person I am.

And there's one more line that Theodore says. It's heart-breaking and nostalgic and just...
                                                       

     And also I feel like marrying Scarlett Johansson's incredibly wonderful voice. I loved the conversations between Samantha and Theodore.  They make you question about the world and mostly about human existence.The ending scene where Amy Adams and Joaquin Phoenix sit on the roof and watch the sun rise, sent a ripple through my veins. But the thing that really moved me was,  THE MOON SONG. This song, is so hauntingly beautiful. Karen O's voice! God. It evoked almost everything in me.
                  Days like these are so rare. Days like these make you question about what significance you have in this hugely ginormous world. Whether or not you are gonna get crushed like an ant in the world that fails to  stop functioning. Days like these make you wander off to a very dreamy sleep. And on days like these, when you wake up from that 'very-dreamy' sleep to make yourself a cup of tea, your nostrils are intoxicated with the smell of wet earth and your feet somehow lead you to the window and your heart skips a beat to watch the rain pour heavily on the roof.
         You can cry and then feel better about life. On days like these you can give your shoulders a break for carrying the weight of your hugely pregnant brain that constantly brims with tension and hustle-bustle. On days like these you just sit back and wonder while your heart swells up with a million unanswered questions.                         

Suzie Hope

Suzie Hope stood underneath the dim yellow lights of the street lamp that hovered on top of her head. She was keenly examining the bruise on her left wrist that was inflicted on her two days ago. "It's yellowing around now; it isn't half as bad as the one on the back" she muttered to herself hinting a sense of relief in her voice. Suzie Hope, a woman of 25, never ever considered herself a beauty of any sorts. She had sleek chestnut brown hair that stretched up till  her hip bone and her skin comprised of a light olive complexion with a spectrum of moles scattered unevenly all over her face. The only physical attribute that she found appealing about herself were her eyes. She considered them her mirrors because whenever the pair of them peered over someone or something they could seek and penetrate right through them, like a determined arrow targeting its prey. Her hazel coloured iris shone beautifully today, as she accentuated them with a tinge of brown kohl. Like I mentioned, in her opinion Suzie was a tanned little girl whose eyes were too 'royal' for her. Rosie, always commented on this self deprecating habit of Suzie. "You are alluring, my precious. When will this sink through that beautifully sculpted skull of yours?" she always used to say in a ringing, high-pitched tone that Suzie loved. A smile danced on her lips when she recalled Rosie's comment. "Beauty here hardly matters...everyone's the same" Suzie told herself and mentally answered Rosie.

Suzie looked around from left to right. From the corner of her eyes, she looked at the dog who was intrigued at the sight of her shimmery silver bracelet that adorned her left wrist, cleverly concealing her purple-yellow bruise. She moved her hand up and down which made the bracelet shine and the dog was left amused, crisply wagging his tail and scrunching the sheet of crisp leaves as he made his way to examine the object that had caught his undivided attention. To Suzie's delight the dog sat beside her, licked her bare ankle and then carefully nuzzled at her feet. She bent and gave him a quick scruff on his back whispering, " Go away now, Buddy, I gotta get cracking with work." The dog howled disinterestingly and dozed off to sleep on Suzie's beige pumps. She sighed, carefully moved her feet so as not to disturb the four legged wonder and walked briskly towards the pavement that overlooked the main road.

She reached her spot within 10 minutes. And as she caught her breath a Blue Toyota Corrolla stopped by. The window next to the passenger seat rolled down automatically and from the driver's seat peeped a man wearing a cowboy hat. He looked almost 50 and had a wheatish complexion. "Hotel Blue Mountain, I will drop you to your place by early morning." he said to Suzie, as if it seemed the most obvious thing in the world to do and she was quick enough to realise that it was his routine and with 5 years of experience she could make out that this man was only bothered about.....and seemed perfectly harmless. "Ah! out of all the occupations in the world this was the one that was destined for me. Out of all the other occupations this was the one that made me such an ideal judge of man's character." Suzie said out aloud in her head. "No need for that. I will walk by myself when the work's done. Just let me make one call." Suzie told the cowboy hat. "Hey Rosie....Yes....Blue Mountain....Don't wait up for me, sweetie. I'll come back by 8, tomorrow morning. Go to sleep.....goodnight." She let out a sigh pressed the red button of her cellphone and tossed it in her black duffel bag.  She glanced at the man behind the staring wheel and could sense that he was didn't like to be waited for long, he had the most exasperated look spread on his oval face. "Angry....Oh no....I don't want that.." putting beside her thoughts Suzie gulped the bitter taste that had invaded her mouth and quickly slipped into the passenger seat.
..........and within minutes Suzie could see her night at blue mountain. And within minutes Suzie let go of herself to be that person whom she never, even in her nightmares had dreamed of being. Suzie Hope let all her hopes out.




The first post of January fiction. *pats herself in delight*
(Dedicated to all the women who are involved in the flesh trade and whose miseries are beyond words.)