I just had to document this, not only because it was the best birthday EVER but also because as soon as it got over, it felt like a dream and I wanted to write it down before I forgot a tiny detail about it that meant as much to me as the big parts! :) So here goes- There was once a girl who thought her birthday was ruined because it came on Holi.. and yeah obvly, that girl was me! :P I thought it was going to be a normal Holi routine day and at the most a get together of 2-3 friends in the evening because rarely anybody would come in the morning except to play Holi. AND, I couldn’t be more wrong. Not did this birthday exceed all my expectations, it was even better because I didn’t expect it coz it was Holi and that made it more special! First of all, a big hug to all those who tried my phone constantly since 11:20 pm till 2:30 am and wished me in the night itself.. to all those who made me stay awake till 4 although I had to wake up at 6 (:P) coz I didn’t k...
I have been thinking about the topic since a long time but as always, I am a lazy writer..or rather, a reluctant one. I don’t know how many of you got the feeling of the post by the title but I should tell you this is one of the strongest feelings I have had over time, increasing just a tad each year, month and day! Remember that girl who is selfish or the guy who is mean? Well, when I think about everybody around me, I am amazed at how a person cannot know who or how he/she is! If she is arrogant or not, brainy or not, considerate or not! I have always been able to see who I am, I know how I behave, what my traits are and if they have changed or not. I know I can be rude at times, but not arrogant, I know I am kind at heart and don’t say anything to hurt people but that I have a strong, well, non-respect towards those who think ‘petty’ things like grammar don’t matter in life. But the point is that I don’t understand how a person can act mean and then be so oblivious about...
I haven't written in a really long time - not on my blog, not in my journal, nowhere. Looking for reasons, I write this, hoping to find some answers unraveling my thoughts into words. Logically, there are many but when I ponder over them, there is only one that really matters -- that I have stopped believing in my writing... slowly and steadily. I am not particularly sure how that happened but it is important for me to acknowledge that it has. ..And try to think more. I have always believed that writing is my calling, that this is what I will end up doing regardless of where I am now. Because I felt that way, imagining all the time in the world to do it at some point, I never invested in it. I have never spent time learning about the minutiae - writing on whims, basking in the feeling of happiness about the pieces being relate-able. But what happens when things don't happen in my life that are someone else's stories too, what do I write about then? May be that's my s...
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