A little spice

We really enjoyed sitting to watch the movie, "Slumdog millionaire". It was a lot better than we'd thought and we were not surprised that it had won as many awards as it did. The story overview was that of an ordinary Indian boy in the chair of a TV Quiz show winning the top prize. In the pauses we have the segments of his very hard life in the slums of Mumbai. It detailed all the experiences that he had which enabled him to be there in the hot seat and also to answer, or guess correctly, the questions. He also had his domineering and gangster member older brother to deal with, who was really bad at first but sacrificed it all in the end to make good his duty and his memory. He also had the love of a girl who had also suffered many hardships running parallel to his life. It culminates into a wonderful love story that had us both watery eyed and tight in the throat. It was one of those movies that has a powerful happy ever after.

It's a shame the curry afterwards was a little bit of a disappointment. A little shop called Himalaya Curry, with what looked like Christmas lights in the window, not far from Sangubashi station. Inside was a small but brightly lit and warm looking place with a Nepalese flag outside the window. We entered and we were squeezed into a small corner. Now we really felt how tight it was but full of people and the smell from the cooking downstairs was lovely. Complete the ambiance with the relaxing and very Indian sounding music and we anticipated something spectacular. The curry was more like rice in soup and not a lot of meat in there. We ate it because we were hungry. We didn't stay for long and amazingly there were people standing eager for our seats. On the way up the hill back to the station we passed a McDonald's and we went in there for chicken and salad sandwich. Miss Nibbles still felt like raiding the fridge when we got home. It's nice to see her appetite return.

My sweetheart gave me a wonderful perfume from BVLGARI, called 'Voile de jasmin' which means 'Veil of jasmine' and it's a wonderfully divine fragrance but then of course you all know that anything to do with Jazz or Jasmine will be fantastic! I have used Bvlgari black which is one of those warm leathery sort of smells that makes you feel like you're hugged within a lovers strong passionate arms. But this one is fresh and light and innocent like the promise of spring after a long winter and it has that subtle lingering effect so that when I walk out of the office you may forget me but you won't forget my scent.

Really it's beautiful.
Big Kiss for Hitomi.


I think I have often talked about feelings and Hitomi and I talked about our recent argument. Not about the causes or our subsequent actions but about the way we felt deep inside. A lot of people use the phase, "I felt that a part of me was missing", casually and while it may be true to the best of their way of describing it, have you ever thought what part is actually missing?
I know if I asked one of my ex boyfriends I can imagine what part he would say that he missed. It's usually route one with them! (Laughs) But you know when something has gone and left such emptiness behind it and we all know that nature abhors a vacuum. As if the first school you ever attended was suddenly pulled down and some new building occupies the space now. You would feel as if you have lost something like a tangible reference to a part of your own personal history. I won't walk the halls of that school but I could look at it and enjoy fond memories. Then when it's torn down I no longer have the choice to walk its halls or look upon its construct again. It has all been taken away from me. Let's bring that idea a little closer and think of a long lost school friend you haven't seen for ten years. You'll talk and share news, feeling happy at once meeting this person who is a stranger really but you can both share moments from so long ago and be familiar at once with shared memories and experiences. This is the key here in the sharing of a part of your life.

When we part from our lover, she (or he) takes away the shared experience of the time you've had and been together. One comment a few posts ago said that my life revolves around Hitomi and I guess that it does. My life has had several partners drift in and out of of it with various intensities and my life changed accordingly with each one. But I have now reached that part of my life where I can't believe that I've ever been as happy or as relaxed and as content with a person as I am with her. I feel that she is the one who will hold my hand and walk with me together into our old age. It's the commitment that we have to each other and everything that we have shared so far that would simply evaporate if she were to just leave.

We are not one we are two.
We are two people living together with our lives firmly entrenched within the other sharing everything. Two people with different thoughts and different ideas and different reasons to argue. But if we can find one common goal then we can work together and if we can find ourselves within the other then that love will be the greatest love of all. If she leaves then she takes with her my reason of how I live my life and all the things she puts there. She takes that life, which is one where I have finally come to regard as an enjoyable one and one not filled with pains and disappointments of the past. She would take all that and leave behind the greatest emptiness of all, my very essence. That would be the missing part. She has without doubt brought out the best in me and I've heard that from several people who knew me before and know me now.

I don't want to lose that and there is no reason to lose it as long as we keep talking about how we feel inside openly and honestly and we continue to believe in each other.
It's a bad world out there sometimes but facing it with someone else makes it so worthwhile.

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