Nostalgia Engulfed...

She looked over at her watch. 'He's late. Ughhh. Okay. You gotta chill. This is no big deal. It's just coffee. Chill.' Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was him. "Where are you? I can't see you." "Right in front of you." She smiled and it soon turned into a grin. He had that effect on her. "You know what they say about the thing you're searching for being right in front of you.." He smiled back at her as he took a seat next to her in the crowded coffee shop that had the most amazing smell of coffee beans surrounding them, enclosing them in their own little bubble, away from the crowd. This was one of his favorite cafés in the city. He used to come here a lot, mostly with a book for company. Only this time he had decided to read this beautiful girl instead. 'How can he say things like that and expect me not to fall for him.' Her heart questioned. She ignored this silly remark and went on to fall even harder for that s...

Okay, everybody who hated the movie, let me stop you right there. This post is for people who could relate to the movie, so if you ain't one of them you better click that cross sign on the tab soon. This is not one of those movies that need you to leave your brains at home so you can laugh your heads (yes, heads not hearts!) out at the stupidest jokes to make you feel better about spending so much money over a shitty movie. And then these movies turn out to be blockbusters. Tamasha..is art. The kind of art you can feel in your veins as soon as you see it. Its not one of those pretentious exhibitions where you stare at 'art' and make analyses about it to sound smart even when it's just a red dot on a white canvas. It's the kind of art that makes you feel alive, that makes you aware of your beating heart. Let me put it this way. Imagine the girl you like. Now imagine her all decked up with a pretty dress on and a whole lot of makeup, ready to let her hair down on t...