little somethings

Small things make up the draft of my life, my people touch up and right there is my masterpiece! Those late night phone calls, texting away despite your eyelids getting really heavy. spending an entire day with your insane friends yet going through the night missing each and everyone of them wishing they were with you again. hell, it doesnt even dawn on me at that 3 am moment when all my brain needs is a rest, that i will be seeing those freaks the very next day again! excuse the utter cheesiness of this blog my sleep deprived mind speaks about things it thinks about the most,so really, it deserves some credit for all the effort :P  my friends have clicked away photos that make up half my waking life (the sleeping one too but lets just leave it at that for the moment) and there's my time capsule when half a century later i'll be wondering where the hell these creeps are and again, they will probably coming over for a routine sunday dinner. Somehow you just never get used to how perfect your imperfect life is with friends who can make living easy AND difficult all at the same time (bless them!).
If i had a dream, and were i given an option to live it, i wonder where i'll be,as of now, this, right here and right now, is my dream, and the most successful one <3

my namesake

No, she is more than that, way more! A best friend, a sister, family, pick whichever she is all of it. When I took my first uncertain steps into a life i was yet unused to, she was the backbone that held me into place and shaped me into who i am. Never letting me fail, never letting me give up, she was a mother when for my mistakes she reprimanded, she was a sister when i felt lonely, and she was that friend when my heart needed talking to.


I have grown, matured, and turned from a dependent, arrogant kid to an independent (well, pretty much :P), mature person and yet there is that same out-of-place child in me who still needs her for every small decision i make. My shelter when rain bombarded me and my sky when i needed to fly, she is my shadow,forever a part of me. I may not have told her this too often, but i love her more than she thinks i do. She is someone who touches everyone's life and leaves something back with them to remember her by. A beautiful memory, a precious moment of laughter,few tears if she is missed, few tears again when she comes back, she is my idol! She is that pride in me, and she is that humbleness in me. She is my tolerance, and she is my courage to strike back. She is me.


I dedicate this blog to my best friend Shruti Mani.


p.s I love you!