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I NEED to go out.

I NEED someone to talk to.

I NEED a god damned change.
Get me tf outta here.

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2015

It was euphoric.

It was miserable.

It was breathtaking.

It was heartbreaking.

It was credulous.

It was suspicious.

It held me high.

It stomped me down.

It was merciful.

It was unforgiving.

It was alluring.

It was unappealing.

It was humble.

It was unapologetic.

 

But nonetheless, it was worth it.

 

Alhamdulillah for everything! 🙂

Um.

  

 

Came across this image today. And to be honest, I was disappointed.

A fellow bibliophile (and blogger) myself, I believe that you should read everything that you like/find interesting on any media available.

I am NOT offended by this post, I simply disagree.

Peace. ✌🏻️ 

Penultimatum

She kept glancing at her watch

Time was running out

56 minutes and counting

Slowly ticking closer to 7.

She tried to get some sleep

But the knot in her chest rose 

Tugging at her heart 

Making her more vulnerable.

When he rang the doorbell

She knew that was it

He had come to say goodbye

To leave her by herself.

She raced to the door

And swallowed the lump in her throat

Greeting him with a bright smile

Although her eyes puffy, and her mind numb.

They sat down, her hands in his

He told her to be strong

Placing her face in his hands

She tried to hold back her tears.

She couldn’t.

She cried.

She cried because she loved him

She cried because he loved her

She cried because it was difficult

She wanted time to halt a little bit longer.

Lifting her face up

She noticed his eyes were wet too

But he said he was happy

Because their journey together was only starting.

The embraced for one last time before he left

Each trying to etch the other’s physicality into memory

The promises had been made

The vows were being fulfilled.

 A little while longer, they agreed

And then no more separation

As she walked him to the door

She looked at him.

And she knew.

He was the one.

Tha’z Us, Brah

Famous Indians talk about “intolerance”, and the first thing we do is scream “traitor!”

We crowd in front of celebrities’ houses on their birthdays, but protest against their movies and close down movie halls because of their personal opinions.

We want Bollywood to make more “English style” movies, but cause havoc when fictional films aren’t “historically accurate”.

We stress on women’s “safety” by addressing their clothes, their company and their outing hours, but love masaaledaar movies and the ‘selling of sex’.

We want to be a “developed country”, but can’t be bothered to stand in lines or pee in private.

We celebrate patriotism and the diversity in our country, but can’t stand people who are different from us.

 

But hey!

Incredible India, right?

Hey, Girl

Back in the day, women wanted everyone to “accept what they look like”.

They wanted to be not called ‘fat’, ‘disgusting’ or ‘unattractive’.

They wanted to be called ‘beautiful’.

 

Fast forward to 2015, I recently read a post that went something on the lines of “Don’t call me beautiful. I have my flaws and I accept them.”

Um.
Last I checked, it wasn’t a crime to call somebody beautiful.

I get it.

You don’t need anybody else’s validation.

And I think it’s great that that’s how you feel.

 

But think about it.

Being called beautiful by somebody else isn’t all that bad, is it?

If somebody tells you that you’re flawless, it’s not literary. (WHO is flawless, anyway? Even Chrissy Teigen has stretch marks.)

But that’s the thing isn’t it? You’re beautiful despite your flaws.

The scars, the stretch marks, the things you don’t like about yourself- all of them is what makes you, YOU.

And they’re exactly the things that make you beautiful as hell.

 

When people compliment you, despite your obvious weight, they’re not trying to be pretentious. They’re being nice.

And we need more of those people in the world. NOT hypocrites, but people who care enough to lend a couple of good words.

Admit it, compliments make our day. And leave us feeling good about ourselves.

Instead of talking about somebody’s weirdness, discuss all the good things.

Help them embrace themselves.

 

I am not a very good person, I’ll be honest.

But every day, I strive to be better than the day before.

I try to look for the good in people, and remove my focus from the bad.

I try to be positive, rather than dwelling on the negative.

I’d rather be a realist, but a little optimism never hurt anyone. In fact, it helps.

 

Queen Adele herself, recently made a statement regarding people and their obsession with her weight. And quite frankly, I loved it! This was what she had to say-

I do have body image problems, for sure, but I don’t let them rule my life at all. And there’s bigger issues going on in the world than how I might feel about myself and stuff like that.

YAAAAAAAASSSS.