a little romance with life

1. When I have to study, EVERYTHING seems to be more interesting. Like writing this.  2. When I was a kid, I didn't like myself a lot; and it turned out that people weren't that fond of me either. Now that I've grown, I'm in love with myself, and as it turns out, the rest doesn't matter. 3. My favoritest memories of home include playing Chudo with mom, a game we invented in which we play Ludo as if it were Chess. 'Cause Ludo seems to be too childish a game to play, according to mom. 4. Writing letters! I remember, I have written long, like really really long letters for people. And I've spent hours making cards too. And then, I outgrew these much cherished habits. This is something I realized when I wrote a letter for my friend which had 10 pointers and all were related to the fact that she should start writing a diary since that was what I had gifted her. I was almost killed that day. 5. My happiest moment was entering LSR. I had dreamt of ...

You know what my problem is? I’m not looking to be saved. I’m not waiting for you to save me Or get me out of a mess No, it’s not like I don’t get scared Neither are there are no things that make me fall apart But deep inside, I realize, I’m a fighter I will fight the things that make me cry Till I can smile again And I will fight the things I fear Till I fear them no more That is what my problem is Or more precisely, the problem you have with me Cause I just don’t need you to bring a smile on my face I’m happy by myself And I can love you with all my heart But if you don’t love me I won’t crush and crumble to the ground Or listen to melancholic words all day My life isn’t a carnival of sadness and misery I’m just not looking for you to be saved Cause deep down inside I’m a fighter you see I fight the things that threaten to break me And I’m strong and weak and hard and soft But I just ain’t the giving up sort So push and pull an...

Jumbled words in my head never fall into place And these steps I keep on taking, often keep changing pace Such hurried thoughts in my mind and with despair in my heart I walked out of my home, hoping for a brighter start And out there on the street, a little boy Innocent eyes, innocent smile, could not have been more than ten Working on a school project, walked with a paper and pen And on his back a little bag, full of chocolates I believe As he came hopping down the street Offering one to me I smiled and thanked and smiled some more The sweetest thing in so long I asked him if I could join him in the task And maybe tag along? So off we went onto the street Giving chocolates to the world Little sweets, little joys, to every boy and girl And what I learnt that day my friends, is a little hard to put down As I was forced to take a closer look at this crazy world around When my new friend offered sweets to people on that oh-so-busy street ...