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Sometimes we choose a difficult path only because we feel that to attain important things we need to choose a difficult path. We think that it’s important to punish ourselves, but why can’t we choose a simple path ? What’s wrong with that ? Especially when we are not ready to face that difficult path.

– Dear Zindagi

The Liebster Award

You know, personally I think people should talk about the struggle of bloggers, and their life and experiences, and simultaneously uplift them, and that is what Mr. Manoj Mehra does.
So after reading his blog, especially ‘Why bloggers shouldn’t decline award nominations’ I decided to do this post.

Yesterday, Mr. Manoj Mehra, the builder of ‘Believe Strong‘ nominated me for ‘The Liebster Award’. I feel honoured and Grateful to him. 🙂
His blog is amazing and thought provoking.

So What are the rules for ‘The Liebster Award’?

  1. Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you.
  2. Share 11 facts about yourself.
  3. Answer the 11 questions the blogger(s) asked you.
  4. Nominate 11 bloggers and make them happy!
  5. Make up to 11 questions and ask them to your nominees.
  6. Notify your 11 nominees.

11 Facts about me:
1. I am officially a graduate.
2. I love animals
3. I love Chinese and mushroom ❤
4. I am obsessed with stuff toys and love to go to gaming zones
5. I collect restaurant bills and movie tickets as memories
6. I get inspired by opinionated women
7. I doodle on faces of models in newspaper whenever I am sad
8. I love sharing memes
9. I listen to instrumental music to shoo away distractions
10. I have a minor OCD of keeping things organised
11. I have started loving myself more

Answers for questions asked by Mr. Manoj Mehra:
1. Why did you start blogging?
To relieve myself from pain
2. Do you like reading books or novel?
3. How will you spend a day without mobile?
Netflix and chill
4. What is happiness according to you
Doing little things for others
5. What are your regrets?
Wrong decisions at crucial times
6. Which one movie or show character do you like the most?
Adam from No strings attached
7. What is your favorite TV series or show?
Death Note, Anime
8. What is your favorite sport?
9. Who is your favorite sport player?
No specific
10. Who is your favorite Singer?
Prateek Kuhad
11. What is your Favorite food?
Chilli Mushroom ❤

My nominees:


My questions for nominees:
1. Define dreams.
2. What is your food for thought?
3. What is your current favorite song?
4. What is that one quality you love about yourself?
5. How do you curb your anger?
6. What is that weird thing about you?
7. Where did you meet your first love?
8. Instagram/WordPress, which is better for blogging?
9. What are you pursuing currently?
10. Ever heard about Area 51?
11. What is it that you would want to change in this world?

It was fun doing this, I really appreciate how such things bond us bloggers. Now that I have done this, I have got so many ideas for the entire blogging community. This is really exciting.
At last, I would like to thank you all for your love.
I would not have made it this far. ❤

Magic in hands

The major achievement in life is discovering yourself

I started writing few years ago,
not because I wanted to pursue it,
but to let out the pain and ease myself amidst my haunting thoughts.
Do not show what you really are
Fake it!“, were the sentences people pasted on my face,
’cause apparently hiding the truth was the ‘new cool’
HIDE- ’cause you need friends,
Who is going to befriend me if I cry out my desires and thoughts?
I don’t want to be a crybaby, or a narcissist
I tagged my qualities with the worst words I could find,
so as to only HIDE.
The actions were to fit in,
to squeeze in the line where thousands stood waiting,
to get what others wanted.
Did I want it?”
‘It’ was the missing piece,
the one I thought was the one which others had,
but why was I not happy when ‘It’ landed my hands?
I was getting lost in the maze of my thoughts, when a door emerged between the walls,
so I ran towards it, opened and stepped out,
not thinking for a second,
if this is what ‘It’ is.
If I had,
I would not have surrounded myself with the plethora of magic in hand.

Little Furrball


A cute kitten comes every day.
Initially, I was scared of it.
Black, furry ball with narrow slits,
frightened enough, clawed at me.
Well, I guess the fear in our heads overpowered our ability to see the reality.
She was not a threat, neither was I to her.
Days passed by, and she came everyday.
You know, because she loved milk,
and dad adored her.
I used to watch her drink the milk and leave as soon as she filled her belly,
and returned only at the time of lunch and dinner, ’cause she was hungry.
She had no attachment with us.
but dad was madly in love, that he couldn’t see that she was only using us.

Days became months, and even I fell prey to her beauty.
Beauty of the small things, her playfulness, her purring.
She let go of her fear.
Now, she was my kitten and I was her hooman.
Never really imagined, but she is my furrball,
who goes wild with her yellow ball.

Funny it is, how little creatures can shower magnanimous love,
by doing the little acts of purity and innocence;
reviving the human in us.