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What exactly matters.

Hmm,  so walking down the memory lane,  the best possible picture I can figure out is when I was a little girl with absolutely no aims,  no materialistic desires,  no worries and no deep thoughts. Now that I am stepping out of my teen years, which for people is the end of being or atleast acting as a carefree kid,  I really want to go back and know,  how and when did I grow up. Was it when I joined school or was it when I started going to school by my own? Was it when I dreamt of being a designer or was it when I chose to do Commerce with maths? Was it when I stopped cribbing for getting a mark or two less in the unit tests or was it when marks stopped affecting me? Was it when I decided to diet because people called me an elephant or was it when I decided to be me, raw and unfiltered? Was it when I told my parents how I felt or was it when I started having my own opinion? Was it when I started going places on my own or was it when I first drove my o...

Lag Jaa Gale...

Hey guys.  I am back with something but it isn't the regular posts I write. This is dedicated to a special someone in my life,  so it would be a mix of both the languages. "आँखों से फिर ये प्यार की बरसात हो ना हो शायद फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो ना हो" - Lag Jaa Gale Little did she know that the most favourite line of her most favourite song would become the reality of her life. Little did she know that the night that seemed way too long for her was actually the darkest of them all.  Little did she know that her grandmother too, was waiting for her tight hug, just like she was. Little did she know that 3 years back,  that w...

How green is the grass on the other side?

It is very easy to judge someone.  Reality hits you hard when you actually step into their shoes. You might even find those pair of shoes to be more comfortable than yours because probably you are habitual of wearing stilettos and they wear flats. The grass is always greener on the other side.  I have been told multiple number of times that I am super lucky,  not that I deny this fact but,  everyone has their story. You might not be a perfect child because you don't fulfill your parents expectations.  You might not be a matter of pride for them because you don't come under those Top 10 students in your class. You might feel you have everything, when actually,  you are very poor because you have no one to share those insecurities with.  You might not be loving enough for your lover.  You might not be caring enough for your siblings.  Your lover might feel that they love you more than you love them.  Your siblings might feel that you ar...