The Uniqueness in Me

It didn't feel like our birthday this year. I tried telling myself that it's okay. I tried to apply what I had learnt on Instagram. The post read "Reduce your sense of entitlement. You'll be at peace." I intend to live by it. I really do. And I'm trying. I tried to apply it here, but I couldn't. I know you tried to be with me, like always, because I did too. But things aren't always like we'd want them to be and probably that's how we have a verity of experiences. Cutting the cake felt strange. I didn't have the hand that actually does the job while I pretend. I could blow out the candle only in the second attempt, but I made a wish that it should never be the same again. I fought my tears while I did this. I fought well. Everyone's been telling me to accept the change and move on. They said it's okay and I should celebrate anyway because time is precious and these moments won't come back. I know they're right, but I'

What would you do if you got one day to live differently? I've been wondering about this and couldn't come to a concrete solution. What all do I want to change? Will one day be enough to enjoy the change or will I be greedy for more? Will I like the change or not? I don't know.. When I asked my friend about his opinion on my blog, he said "It's nice, but it's away from reality." I always want an honest opinion about my work and I am glad I get it.. most of the time. I can't completely disagree with him. I gave it a thought and I realized that maybe it's true. My blog is unreal probably because I am happier in my imagination. I can do whatever I want without the obstacles that confine my wishes in reality. So this post, like the others, shall be far from reality. What all would I do? Take dance classes, go on a bike ride, wear that amazing dress and watch people's jaw drop, cook all the dishes I watch on Instagram and eat them and lot of

Before I begin this blogpost, I'd like to declare that I do not intend to hurt anyone's cultural or religious sentiments. I'm posting this out of pure annoyance!!! Call it a virtual tantrum or just an angry post.. I don't care!!!!! When after a day of monotony and boredom, I sit to watch a movie with my mom, I can't hear anything. I can't hear anything because a group of en thusiastic (or probably overenthusiastic) people are saying goodbye to Ganesha…. preparing to throw him away into dirty water disrespectfully! Yes, you have the right to do what you want to, but don't I have the same right? If by enjoying your right you're killing mine, is that okay? I was going to post this on Facebook last night, but I was scared. I was scared because everyone is not like my best friend who says "who am I to judge?" I was scared of being judged for what I am and for what I am not. Today, I am a little more annoyed than yesterday, and therefo

I never realized until now that I'm a little in love with everyone I know. A post I shared on Facebook sometime ago reminded me of this love. As I read the post, I realized that there's something we love about everyone we know. With too many things to do, we often forget it, but that doesn't mean that the love doesn't exist. The popular idea of love that we have created, prevents us from seeing and appreciating the various other ways in which it exits. It could be in the most insignificant things that people do or say casually. It could be in just a smile or holding the door open. I see love in so many things people do for me, but sharing food is my favorite way of sharing love. Chocolate says I love you, like nothing else :) Every person that I have ever met has taught me to love a little more. Sometimes, I take a little while to understand, but thankfully I do. So, I'd like to pause for a moment and acknowledge the unconditional love from everyone....