from a hopeless romantic

Wondering why men need some reason to be romantic.
Maybe it is just how it is meant to be.

Someone has to have the guts and creativity to surprise me :)

metrosve

Every day i travel in the metro to go and come back from work.I enjoy observing people there.It's a whole new world...
Here is a picture from a photo-session a friend of mine made for an art-project.

summer

Summer has come and with it - the need to listen to "light" music that makes my head airy :) I catch muself more and more often just giving into the music and not thinking of anything else at all (which happens very rarely to me. It is so nice...
Something mysrerious is happening - last week wherever I entered, I was chased by the Jai Ho! song from Slumdog Millionaire. Seems even after I let go of India, it is still after me :) (There is something utterly conforting in accepting that something is a part of you beyond a lifetime)
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Anyways...
I am starting a new job, back in Sofia.Challenging and meaningful :)
Excited about some projects of my own I want to launch.
Lots of books to read, some tentative travel plans. (Would love to check out Serbia, Romania and Istanbul and why not Greece in the nearest future :))
In any case - this summer promises to be at least as exciting as the last two ones ;)
And I will plunge in it!

Why do always the most beautiful souls find love so hard?

question asked - answer given


"Because they just LOVE in another way, like level up. They can sacrifice themselves but not Love principles. They call with the word Love only the Love itself and nothing else. They love because they do - not because they need to.
That is why."

i dunno if it is the wrong or the right answer
I just know that
you were my saviour when I had lost hope
now it is my turn to be yours
and that
what goes around really does come around

a quote

"...she wanted words with the heft of stainless steel, sounds that have been boiled clean, like a surgeon's instruments, tools with nothing attached except meaning that could be looked up in a dictionary - empty of pain and memory and inwardness"
/ from The Hungry Tide by Amitav Ghosh /

scary

Sometimes I feel so much Indian it scares me.

the foolstop.

Sitting with a friend at a wonderfully romantic patio cafeteria in the centre of Sofia i got the moral of the story uttered from her mouth.
"It is amazing how many lives are ruined just because some words are not said when they had to be said".
True. We stick to silence when words can mean a ground-shaking change in our lives. When we get the guts to use the words finally, they usually hang in to the air - deprived of their power, lost their charm and empty. Nothing more sad than words uttered not on time.
But then, she also said:
"Whatever could have happened is better to be left behind. Everything else is a melodrama".
And that two sentences made the end of the story. A perfecly round and neat foolstop from which a whole new world is drawn.