I got this new netbook as a surprise gift from my sister and I write this first post in it with so much luxury of having my own device where I can save something for long. More than anything it is appearing to me as a secret friend next to my dairies and cute covered notebooks. My handwriting has lost its beauty without practice just like me, people tell me that I look more pretty from last few weeks and then I think you gain back somethings when you think they have value in life.
My questions on individualism have not revolutionised in me rather they have moved to some corner part of my heart and now I start saying I have soft corner to Ayn Randism. How bullshit!!
I am still surrounded by people with extreme emotionalim and other with extreme logical tendencies in life. I get confused dealing with these both kind of people and to my surprise I dont belong to any of them but always prefer to have them around. Both kind of people bring some insecurities in life. For that matter anyone can get into this insecurities trap just by being in madness on anything. Like corruption in modern world, society is also suffering from fear of love. In modern world, love has became a project and people act calculatively, the more given the more expected..just like an client deliverable. If my mom would have been so, I would never had that memory of tightly holding her and sleeping when I got typhoid in college. Those days love was a moment. When their loved ones are in pain, the moment not spent with them is the momest wasted in their lifes. Hm, I am talking about 'good old days'!!
This city after six months turns to be not bad for me. I am waiting for winter now. Though it appears to be scary with people's narration of cold, I want to check the same. And this new chai shop I go, reminds me of my earlier chai shops in bangalore and hyderabad and same time those friends. Metro has became another favorite thing, where I can see so many girls, their dresses, their chappals and the books they read. Girly ah!!
'Sugar Street' book I bought from Nepal, has beautiful words to push me into deep thoughts. I always remember good things about past, that is another gift of my mind. I couldnt avoid my thoughts from office in last few weeks, in spite of great happenings in my life and I questioned all my friends around on forgetting office matters in home. Nothing helped and even for that matter 'Sugar Street' did less. But I forced myself into it. It is beautiful to read words. I am developing this new love for literature and sometimes I read a paragraph with half apple head and I try intensly to read again. Egypt must be a nice place. I would visit sometime. And 'Good Well Years' book had left me with such a beautiful child like feeling. I correlate all naughty things of childhood with that.
Why would someone on this earth spend so much on me when I myself think so much to spend on me? My sister must be either mad or the one from 'good old days'.
My questions on individualism have not revolutionised in me rather they have moved to some corner part of my heart and now I start saying I have soft corner to Ayn Randism. How bullshit!!
I am still surrounded by people with extreme emotionalim and other with extreme logical tendencies in life. I get confused dealing with these both kind of people and to my surprise I dont belong to any of them but always prefer to have them around. Both kind of people bring some insecurities in life. For that matter anyone can get into this insecurities trap just by being in madness on anything. Like corruption in modern world, society is also suffering from fear of love. In modern world, love has became a project and people act calculatively, the more given the more expected..just like an client deliverable. If my mom would have been so, I would never had that memory of tightly holding her and sleeping when I got typhoid in college. Those days love was a moment. When their loved ones are in pain, the moment not spent with them is the momest wasted in their lifes. Hm, I am talking about 'good old days'!!
This city after six months turns to be not bad for me. I am waiting for winter now. Though it appears to be scary with people's narration of cold, I want to check the same. And this new chai shop I go, reminds me of my earlier chai shops in bangalore and hyderabad and same time those friends. Metro has became another favorite thing, where I can see so many girls, their dresses, their chappals and the books they read. Girly ah!!
'Sugar Street' book I bought from Nepal, has beautiful words to push me into deep thoughts. I always remember good things about past, that is another gift of my mind. I couldnt avoid my thoughts from office in last few weeks, in spite of great happenings in my life and I questioned all my friends around on forgetting office matters in home. Nothing helped and even for that matter 'Sugar Street' did less. But I forced myself into it. It is beautiful to read words. I am developing this new love for literature and sometimes I read a paragraph with half apple head and I try intensly to read again. Egypt must be a nice place. I would visit sometime. And 'Good Well Years' book had left me with such a beautiful child like feeling. I correlate all naughty things of childhood with that.
Why would someone on this earth spend so much on me when I myself think so much to spend on me? My sister must be either mad or the one from 'good old days'.
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