Sometimes I wonder if ten years from now (or say nine years from now) i’ll regret the life I  lived or  i’ll  appreciate the life I set out to live. I hope that I cherish the values I lived by and hope to always stay grateful to those friends, those family members around me that cared.

I hope my friends stick around to see me grow and develop to who they always wished I would be and who am hoping to become one day.

Stay grateful to all the people who are your greatest fans even when it seems like they are too far behind  for you to notice.

Thank you never grows cold!



You walk out of situations that threaten your peace of mind only to realize that nothing has changed. You are still the same old person with the same pain and the same mediocre. Then you pause and ask yourself, Why? Maybe….

No, truth be told, its your attitude that needed changing from the word go! You loose someone and your heart goes cold and you forget how to love and how to have and you end up lost in an ocean of thoughts most of the time, if not all the time. You keep drifting away from contact with earth because that is just the way it is. It comes with no explanations.

People around you cannot understand you any longer. You are an alien, alienated from the ones you love and vice versa. Mood swings define the you that you are now but not the one you once were. “That is just the way it is”, you say. Then one day , you lose it all your friends, your family, and the least expected, yourself. Why? Maybe…..


cropped-person-smartphone-office-table Attitude makes a difference. Now I know!

A story to tell


“Sometimes when something bad happens to you, you get so scared that you stop trying. Yes you do live life; you breathe, you eat, you sleep, you repeat, but it seems as if life is flashing bye and all you get to do is stare and sigh. Life can be that way for some of us. We get lost some place far away and we wonder whether we’ll ever make it to the place we once knew we belonged.The place I once called home.”

As I looked past the gazing eyes I was beyond a doubt sure  they had my back. That they were honestly paying attention to what I had to say because sadly, they cared. Why was the caring part sad? Why was it so hard to believe that they cared?


“I feel you have a story to tell but you’re holding back from telling it. Maybe you’re afraid.”
I did not expect such an attack so I quickly deflated the attack.
“No am not scared…” their eyes were squarely fixed on me.
“Not that you would care to listen, its simply small and monotonous compared to all of yours.”
“lets hear it!”, the class shouted in unison.
That marked the start of a whole new me. Long gone was the timid girl I once was A whole new me had just emerged from under a dark parched land that seemed impossible.

to be continued…..

My way

It goes without saying that the path or road least taken is usually the best of decisions one can ever make in life. It defies conventional wisdom and hence the most painful of choices to make but its so worth the pain and doubts because the rewards are far beyond overwhelming.
So maybe my way may not always be the best way, but it sure is a start towards achieving true self,building up oneself on who you truly are. My way may be the Least desired but its the very defination of who I am and I will listen to it, I will pay attention to THAT WAY… I will stay true to MY WAY.


If everybody assumes everyone wants nothing to do with them,then who’s going to look out for anybody?
A nice argument I was having with my friend. She insists that if people don’t wanna look out for one another then just ignore them altogether because of what use is a friend who doesn’t care?
My point of view was we should stop placing so much expectations on people who are merely imperfect beings struggling with their own problems.
But what’s the use of me spending a whole day looking for and worrying about someone who will never care to check up on me when I go MIA? Really what’s the point people?
The point is everyone is going through their own problems and their own struggles and the least we can do for them is be their for them not expecting the same treatment. Do it because you want to and let your attitude be as inclined as your purpose. Enough said.

childhood memories

    One of the best experiences I had while growing up was the confidence boost that my parents set to build in me. The most impressive versions of our childhood though, What most of us remember well, is as put by the words of a friend, a good one at that, 'the mischevious misgivigs', we had while young.
    I didn't remember much of those memoirs until his version took me way back. Think of this; do you, like me, remember the endless cravings for sugar that would simply ignite from nowhere making us almost empty the whole sugar bowl subtly? I remember denying innocently advancing towards the sugar dish instead I insisted the opposite was true.Anyways, my childhood memory is so boring that i just had to steal my friends childhood memories.

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