It was midnight when she woke up. It was chilly out there and her body was strangely cold. Weird because it was summer and it had been mercilessly hot. The surrounding wasn't familiar either. How did she reach there? Standing up on her feet, she felt immense pain in her body. She had scratches all over her. Shit! She had told Amanda about someone watching over her. Arghh!!! She shouldn't have. She wanted to run away but where to? She didn't even know where she was. All she saw were shadows. Not one but thousands of them and they were all coming towards her. Panic-stricken she hoped this could be a dream. She must be hallucinating. Right? This couldn't be true. She pinched herself hard in the hope to wake up but it was no dream. She could feel the pinch and the shadows were still there. Welcome to Finale of the short Thriller series : Double Trouble. Hope you guys like it.
It was hard for her to not know who she was. She wanted to be left alone but again there was always this hunch that someone was staring at her. She could see the shadow but couldn't make any sense of it. In her subconscious mind, she knew what it was but was afraid to acknowledge it. She even informed this to her doctor but he had said it was all in her imagination. Like really? How imaginative could one be after memory loss? Things were fine, initially. It was only when she started noticing things when she woke up one morning. It felt like someone had slept beside her. The sheets were all ruffled up. She remembered locking her door before going off to sleep and as a matter of fact who would sleep? Her mother wasn't the kind to invade her privacy. This soon became a routine and she couldn't help but get paranoid over little things now. The presence felt oddly familiar. Taking her medicines would calm her a little but was it going to her in the long run? This is part 1 of the short series and Finale will be up in 2 days from now.Stay Tuned!!!
During the birth of a child in a movie it would show the pregnant lady lying in bed, crying hysterically in pain and suddenly there would be a crying baby beside her. I would be confused but I assumed that was the process. I actually believed the baby would just somehow appear and the tummy would reduce. Simple right? If cupid could make two people fall in love, I was sure he would be able to slide the baby beside too. Right? I didn't really know then how a child was born. (Until I studied biology and that horrified me to bits). My way of analogy was much better. Don't you think so?
It's time we stopped being so shy. It's time to say no to the infections that women encounter after using dirty public restrooms. Often while traveling the biggest challenge faced by us is to use the public restrooms which trust me is a horrifying sight. The filthy and unhygienic atmosphere is not the only thing that you find once inside. It's that moment when you think about how lucky the boys are because they don't need to sit and pee. Did you know how harmful it can be for you to use the washroom that is such an unhygienic mess? One can probably end up getting infections which is oh so painful again. What if I tell you, that we girls can have that luxury too! Peebuddy has invented this amazing stand and pee kit where all you need to do is stand, aim and pee. It's budget friendly and something which every girl should definitely carry while traveling. I am so glad I had found my perfect buddy in Pee Buddy. PS: Want to know something cooler? Use my code Rimika20 to get a 20% discount in all your orders. Hurry up, girls! Trust me, you would thank me later. 🙂
The only thing that I really don't get is why they bark and run after a car? Do they want to drive the car? Or are they just bored and want to have some fun? True Scenario : It's a silent lane. You're driving casually and suddenly you see a bunch of dogs barking and running towards you quite ferociously. The dogs don't know you're a dog lover inside. What do you do then? I usually can't help but bark along. I know! I know! This is a weird confession but when a dog barks, I feel the need to bark too. Oh god! Tell me it happens to you too. In my defense, I just like giving them company but that's my approach and I have no intention to rectify this too. What do you do?
Welcome to my Travelogue. Hop on board to view some amazing pictures from my recent trip to Ooty. It is undoubtedly the queen of hills. A specially curated video and some amazing pictures just for you. To be honest, I have been to many hill stations before but Ooty made me want to stay there for a few more days. Unfortunately I had to wrap up the trip in just 2 days (not enough) but still enough for it to leave a mark on my mind. Hope you enjoy.
Time to Vote for your Favorite Blog till 24th April 2019. My Blog " Head Full Of Dreams" has been nominated for the Best Blogging/Writing Blog in the Annual Bloggers Bash 2019. Eeks!!! Can you believe it? I can't. I am ever so thankful to those who nominated my blog. I have been tap dancing with joy for quite sometime now. 😀 If you wish to see me continue my happy dance then you have got to vote for me. I am counting on you all since I cannot win this without your help. VOTING IS NOW OPEN UNTIL 21:00 (BST) 24TH APRIL 2019 All you need to do is click on the link : https://annualbloggersbash.com/2019/04/10/the-annual-bloggers-bash-awards-2019-vote-is-live/ and scroll down to the first category Best Blogging/Writing Blog and vote for Head Full Of Dreams. That's it. No need to login, just vote for your favorite blog( preferably me) 😉
Initial months were fine and we were going along really well. That's the lovey dovey stage of all the relationships (if you know what I mean). I almost fell in love with it and just when I thought my decision was perfect, reality stuck me hard. It was almost like dating someone you don’t know. At first I thought it would be fine in some time and just like any other relationship I wanted to give it another chance too. But again, just like some relations don't deserve another chance, so did this one. Harsh? Welcome to the real world. Now you may wonder why things didn't work out between us and what made me search for a new one. Right? It wasn't exactly his fault but it was time to move on. All I could say (finally) was: It's not me, it's you. 😉
Statutory Warning : Some Onions were hurt during the process and it was intentional. You might want to cry if you're emotional but good thing is this onion doesn't activate your tear-falls but does reduce hair fall. I had always heard that Onions were good for hair but never really thought of how to use them. To begin with, the smell isn't a pleasant one and God knows how to even apply them. So yes, the process is alarming enough and to be honest who would have the time to cut onions and cry along with? Not me!!! I would never do that kind of hard work. I am way too lazy. ( Sadly, that's not a good thing to boast about). Sighh!!! PS : Do you face similar problems too when you change places? Like your hair has to get accustomed to the new water again. Trust me when I say, a lot depends on the type of water that we use and I cannot stress more on this factor.
Truly said, Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. Can they ever think alike? Can they ever respond to a situation in a similar way? Or do we have to make commends with this aspect itself that their will be differences and lots of compromises to make a relationship work. Yes, they broke up but will that give them the answers that they were looking for? Only time will tell if they miss being together. What will be they prefer? Trapped In Love Or Wrapped In Love ? Stay Tuned.
You got idea, chip in. Want to work together on something? Find me in. 🙂 It's been one year since I started blogging my heart out and one year since I met such amazing bloggers( read : YOU). If you don't already know, you all have given me immense happiness and confidence over the time. So much that it's time to add in a new section to this blog. What exactly is this and how does it work? Basically I will be working on collaborations on Fridays wherein I will be reviewing some products as per the nature of collaboration and even if it's not a collaboration I will be reviewing some of the things that I personally love. I will of course continue writing the usual stuffs that I do but hope that you all will give love to this new section as well.
It's been ages since women dealt with household work and wouldn't want men to interfere in between. Men would go out to earn and the women would stay back and make the house suitable enough to call it a Home. The wife doesn't really want any help from her husband (More so because even if their hubby's intention is pure and they really want to help, they end up messing and increasing the wife's workload). Thankfully the notion has changed right now and both men and women work so that they can lead an independent life and it is their personal choice of what they want to pursue. That said, I do acknowledge the fact that nowadays even men actively take part in household activities which is great.
Warning : Welcome to this otherwise useless post.(I think and you will agree) Spoiler Alert : This is about the one white hair that hides all the black hair. Random bantering. So apologies! The hair doesn't fall off on its own which makes me wonder - is white hair stronger than the black ones? I have combed, I have shampooed and lost few black hair in the battle but this white one seems to be going strong. Food for thought? Hope the black ones win in the long-term. 😉 Also next time you see my white hair, act cool.
Trapped In Love Or Wrapped In Love? Loosing yourself is not the option. 3 years into the relationship, he could still manage to give her those butterfly feelings in her stomach. Being around Ryan meant the world to her. He was the most caring person she had ever met. It was genuine and she could feel it. He was her go to person for everything. She just knew they were meant to be together. He always brought out the best of her. To be fair, the worst as well and she couldn’t help it. She was trying hard not to complicate things between them but seemed to fail anyways. Somewhere the chord wasn’t tuning in perfectly as it used to be. Since when did things become so complicated? She wasn't doing something wrong. Or was she?
When I say my country I am mostly referring to our army men, our Jawans. I am not concerned about my safety or even yours because we are in safe hands as long as we have our Jawans. The question that is constantly bothering me is if they are protecting us shouldn't there be someone protecting them too? I don't know who but are we just going to be mere spectators? How could they dare hurt our people? Where in the world did they get the courage to attack our soldiers and leave their family in a state of bereavement. I just cannot imagine what their family must be going through right now. For them the pain is going to last forever. When was the last time they met? What was the last talk they had? Was the hug long-lasting enough to not feel the need of it again? What were our Jawans last thought? Most probably Jai Hind. Such people exist. Yes, selfless love exists.
Trapped In Love Or Wrapped In Love? Keeping the book aside , he realized she wasn't one of those out of the world gorgeous girl that the books he read mostly stated. Thank God for that. He always felt the books and movies exaggerated everything. The beautiful girl, the handsome boy. Their perfect relationship. Why on earth do they attempt so hard to raise the standard of expectation of how perfect something can be? It's fine to not be perfect. How glad he was that Kathy was just a normal-decent girl with a take on life for everything. Just the kind of girl he wanted. Beautiful in and out. Always high on life. A bit of moody though, now that he knew her so well. A bit too well. He could know what mood she was in just by the way she replied to his texts. If life was treating them so well then what was it that was bothering him? He loved her, she loved him. That's all that matters. Right? Wrong. Sometimes too much of love could also suffocate you.
It's not that I feel unwanted. It's just the opposite in fact. Never have I felt alone because I always have something that can keep me busy. I am never bored because it can keep me amused all the time. I can actually cancel plans without feeling guilty by saying I am busy (taking care of myself). You can say I am being stalked because wherever I go, it stays by my side. Of course initially it was a little alarming but I got used to its company. I don't remember when and how it started but now I cannot imagine my life without it. The worst part is I don't care for it but it can hurt my feelings a lot. Like bring tears to eyes (without any fail) almost every time. Now you really want to meet my soulmate. Right? Fine. It's little shy though. Never comes out openly but also never fails to embarrass me in front of others.
Well, the heading says it all. Isn't it? The greatest award of the year is here and it's time to gear up and focus on the nominations. The main event will be witnessed on June 15 2019. You can find the details in their official page which is Annualbloggersbash. Make sure to follow them to stay updated. PS: If you feel my blog Head Full Of Dreams belongs to any of the above category, I would be more than honored if you nominate me (Only if you think I deserve your time and nomination).
I always tried hard to stay awake and watch the door for any sign but then I was also a sleepy girl(still am) and each time I would end up sleeping and then waking up to the gifts miraculously placed behind my pillow. Santa would at times play with me too. He would drop in chits here and there mysteriously and each written chit would be a hint to where my gift could be. Didn't seem like Santa had a busy night ahead. 😂 but then I must have been a very good girl for Santa to spend so much time at my house. Right? So many memories and so much fun. All thanks to my Secret Santa who made the day so special with such meticulous planning. I have till date not caught my Santa red handed. 😀 but let me know if you have? 😉
Sometimes, the little mistakes that you make, goes a long way to make you the laughing-stock for others and trust me when I say that I am the queen of making blunders. I remember waking up with a smile on my face (I usually feel happy the day I have something new to wear. Even Office seems appealing.) Yeah, I know. Things can quickly go against you if you're not careful enough. The good thing is I survived. (Again) The bad thing is I doubt I learnt my lesson. Lol.
My lazy bones suddenly got activated and kicked out my laziness. I am super excited to share this news with you all. I am going to be a part of an Art Exhibition.It's all the more special because of its motto. 1. It's going to be a platform for all the unknown artists from various fields of life (Homemakers, Doctors, engineers etc) who have immense talent but do not have the time or correct platform to display their talent. 2. A whole wall is going to be dedicated to the underprivileged kids who are amazing painters but do not have any way to showcase their talent. This platform would surely motivate them to pursue their dream further. When I came to know of the cause I was like why not? I went to the organization myself and couldn't help but fall in love with the kids. They may not lead a luxurious life or have all the necessities in life but they sure have a big heart and a contagious smile on their faces. That's the perfect combination. Isn't it? It makes me want to visit them again and again and I am sure I soon will. For now I interviewed 5 shy artists from the lot but I will reveal them in another post so stay tuned. 🙂
I usually remember names but yes there are times when I am talking to the person like a long-lost friend and all that is processing in my mind is what's the name of this person. The bonding makes the people around assume that you're best of buds but all you can think of is "Oh God! Don't let her know I don't remember her name." It's understandable though if the friend is your parents. Right? Like how am I supposed to remember someone I met when I was small? They are like " Hey! You have grown up so much. Remember me?" - No I don't but somehow I don't want to hurt his feelings and so I tell him that "Of course! I remember you" (Hoping he wouldn't further ask me about anymore details) but his expectant face reveals how much he is waiting for me to utter his name. Dad??? Come on! Help me!!! He is your friend. Fine! Such situations are still acceptable but what if the other person is your friend? There is this moment that I am going to share with you all which I am not so proud of.
So everything was working just as planned. The main plan being laying on my bed watching Netflix. The thing is I got engrossed in it so much that I failed to see that slowly I was surrounded by a 1 feet deep water. I noticed it only when the door bell rang and I put my foot down in search of my slippers. The exact thought? I am so dead. But Wait!!! That's not just it. The water had spread evenly (if I might just add) throughout my 1 BHK that I live in. The pipe from the washing machine had somehow freed itself and was doing its own snake dance while vomiting the water. It was such a nightmare. Trust me. It took me 2 hours to soak the water in towel and squeeze it in the bucket because there was no outlet as such where I could just sweep the water out. Do you think the washing machine took its revenge on me? I think I have never worked so hard before in cleaning my house. Thankfully my recliner and my bed was safe. I should definitely treat my machine with love the next time. 😉
Tell me, have you ever run away from something you absolutely love? Suddenly but not deliberately though. It's like whole life you have craved for something and the moment you get the taste of it you somehow lose the value of it only to realize it later how ignorant you've been the whole time. Life is not a bed of roses. There. I said it. I accept the old saying. But what I am not going to accept is that the moment life becomes a bit tough, you forget what you initially gave in to reach this stage. What does blogging mean to you? Does it help you cope up with your life in any way? It does for me and I may not have a perfect life but I treat my blog to be the perfect flavor that I have in my life. As I write this, I am confused as to what made me stop writing in the first place. Was it the hectic schedule that I was having or was it just an excuse for me? I sure could take out time to breath. I know that's the necessity but isn't writing supposed to be a necessity for those who claim to be bloggers?
You know the saying "the way to a mans heart is through his stomach?" Well let me tell you, I may not be man but this is so true for me. I cannot walk or talk with empty stomach let alone work. I am in a very serious relationship with food. I may be a bad cook but am definitely a goot eater. Come on! Someone get me food right now and it better be something tasty. Don't mind (I might get bossy when I am hangry) LOL PS: Let me know how's your Friday treating you so far. Do you get angry when you're hungry too? Oh and what's the fastest and easiest recipe that you have made to fill your stomach? I will try to make that once I am home. Now don't give me daredevil recipes which involves fire or knifes. 😛 I just realized that I am hopeless. Fine! I will eat something outside.
To all those who find horror movies to be hilarious, well I am not one of them. Though I was quite courageous as a child( as I was told by my parents.) I could go inside a dark room and not freak out. Wow! should I get bravery award for that? However, as I grew up, the horror movies messed up my brain child and now I am very cautious to light up the room before entering it. Yeah. It totally sucks. For me Horror movies is a Big No-No. I just cannot watch it with my eyes open. So might as well skip watching one. Right? What I really want to know is do you believe in such stories and the 3 AM concept? I know I might end up get more scared reading some real life experiences but I am all ears (Err eyes) to learn something that I wasn't aware of.
8:00 AM : I am really not in a mood to bark right now. I just saw my human pack her bags. Where does she think she is going? 9:00 AM : I sulked and made my best puppy face ever. She coo-chi cooed me for a while but was back to packing stuffs. What does a dog have to do to get heard? Maybe I won't have my breakfast and then she would notice. 10:00 AM : I am so full right now. I know I was on a strike but my human just gave me pedigree for breakfast. She never does that. Why is she being extra nice? I smell something Pedigree. Maybe some of it is still left in my plate.
I love using handmade stuffs and I thought why not make a coaster. I am a galaxy person. I love anything mystical and magical. What kind of person are you? What do you think of these? Should I make more? I am already in love with these and cannot get enough of them. Give me some suggestions of what texture you want the next set of coasters to be and I will make sure to make them and present it before you. Till then, make your own galaxy and let's all hope we have our happily ever after in it.
Have you ever been told which kind of animal you're ? Maybe when you broke something in your house, your angry mom compared you to some animal stating even that animal is well-behaved but not you. Or maybe when you scored less in your Math exam, your father compared your brain to that of an animals? My father keeps telling me I am a Goat. I don't blame him though. I keep doing such things to justify his saying. Like when I was small, there was this phone call for dad. My dad told me to inform the person that he was not at home. So like a good kid I told the person that my dad has told me to tell you that he is not at home right now. My father having heard this immediately got up and took the call. My mom and sister on the other hand could not control their laughter. My father joined in too and told me jokingly I was a goat. Now, do you blame him for saying me that?
So I bought myself a personalized diary to write my thoughts in it. Big deal? Turns out I don't have much thoughts!!! Only if I knew it before ordering one. Anyways, with each passing day I keep discovering that I have some traits of Joey. First, I don't like sharing food and now this. I am just a thoughtless person it seems and well I don't mind being Joey. I certainly don't regret buying this. I am in love with it and it looks super cute. All the more reason I don't want to write but eventually I have to, so I plan to be super cautious and of course write in my best handwriting Possible.Ever.)
Every Thursday I have the urge to post something Artistic, even if it's not mine and I am happy to announce that I am back with Share Your Art . I always believe every effort needs to be acknowledged and it’s just a little push that is needed. If you have a DIY VLOG/BLOG and want it to be published here for feedback and more audience, I would love to give you all that little push and Feature it on my Artistic Thursday dedicating one post solely to you. Just share me your details in my Contact Form . I will have a look into it personally and definitely get back to you if anything else is required. I would love to be a part of your journey and learn something new. Looking forward for some great entries. Please help me spread it to your artist friends too PS : It’s free
There is this sweetest stranger Mr Tony (Yes he has a name) who keeps on mailing me to send him my details so he can transfer $15,000,000.00 (Fifteen Million United Dollars) in my account. Now I clearly remember my dad told me that my ancestors were Indian. What I don't understand is the fact that how could my email be found ( in the Central Computer among the list of unpaid contractors, inheritance, next of kin and lotto beneficiaries that was originated from Africa) Now hold on a second! Did my dad lie to me again just like when he told Santa wasn't real? Okay! So I got to clarify my originality from my parents again. I can do that. But wait! Who the hell is this villain Mr Charles in my life now who is after my $15,000,000.00 . This is preposterous. According to Mr Tony, he received an email from one Mr. Charles Wright who told him that he was my next of kin and that I died in a car accident last week. Now this is getting serious. I am pretty sure I am alive. For heavens sake, I am blogging. Right? Although if someone told me I was dead before getting this gentleman's email I would have been fine. But now with $15,000,000.00 in my name, Na-ah! Not a chance buddy. If need be, I would return back from my grave to claim my money.
Please be a Sherlock Holmes and solve the mystery for me if you can.Recap to the proceedings of day before and the mystery for you to solve(I sincerely hope) : I happily surfed the channels and decided to watch Sky High and yes the remote was there with me then. I was in my recliner sofa and when the movie finished(which BTW I feel is a great movie) I wanted to change the channel but couldn't. There was no remote to be found !!! Now, in between the movie breaks I got up just once for my dinner and then returned to my seat. That's it and the remote just walked away out of my life. Now I have my suspicion that the recliner ate it up but trust me I have already operated the recliner and it's not there. 🙄 I searched every corner of my small house and Nopes. Hard luck!!!
It's been ages since I was Banned From Shopping Anymore. Okay Fine!!! Maybe it's been just 1 month that I didn't feed my already fat wardrobe. But I realized I have been really selfish. All I did was care about the health of my wallet. I wanted it to be healthy wealthy and wise. I never thought that by doing this I was actually neglecting my other love. Wise people (like me) believe that if you don't show your love constantly for something they tend to get sad and depressed. Don't we always crave for attention and love? Turns out every other thing can also feel, like human beings.
~There she was as a kid, playing happily with her mom and dad. Her dad giving her a horse ride on his back. She loved it. Now she hardly called them and felt guilty. ~There she was gossiping with her college friends who were once her lifeline. They would share every little secret(even the dark ones) with each other. Now she hardly knew where they even lived. ~There she was, her boyfriends arm wrapped upon her and the safest place in this world. She loved it how he would tease her and pull her chubby cheeks. She did love him then and still loved him. Only if she had not let him go.
Let's have a healthy competition. Do you have your dream logo for your blog too? If you happen to have a logo for your blog or you are planning to make one, then do post about it and ping me back so I can check it out. I would love to see your logos and maybe we can hold a healthy competition for the same where we all vote for the best one. Make sure to ping me back your post and I will compile all the logos in one post and then we can vote. I would love to make a guest post for the winner too. It would be fun right?
I started my car in a hurry and sped away from the place as fast as I could. I was speeding and kept telling myself, it's just in your mind Ellie. Just when I thought things were getting better my car broke down. It was a strange place but luckily for me I could see a car repair shop just a few blocks away. I had no choice but to get drenched and run towards the shop. Two extra happy service men greeted me cheerfully as if glad to see a soul. I explained my condition to them. They agreed to help me. So along they came with me where I had my car. Or at least that's where I thought I had my car. They looked confused as well. We walked in for a little while and there it was. But that couldn't be my car. Could it? It was all crumpled and looked like it had been through some sort of accident. Did it happen after I left the car? Wow, that was such a close call.
Does it make me sound weird if I say sometimes I want to eat a particular smell? Like the smell of petrol. I can never get enough of it. Whenever I am in a petrol pump I am that weirdo who keeps exhaling the smell of petrol like some sort of fresh air. I know it's poisonous but I want to taste petrol. Maybe on my deathbed. That could be my last wish. What? I would already be dying. Might as well taste it and die a few seconds earlier.
The other day I cooked. Yes you heard it right and yes it's summer here. I was all sweaty and my parents were (oh so sympathetic) that their daughter was out their cooking for her survival. I don't need sympathy. I need a cook!!! Period. It's not like I can't cook at all. I just don't want to. I don't get the feeling of internity and happy ending from inside. I have more bruises from oil than I have from anything else that I love to do. If I do feel like cooking something special or new it's just a one day thing or a one night thing. No strings attached. I can follow the recipes well enough to bring out something edible but each and every time I am in the process of cooking I feel I need to have a chair and definitely an AC to cool me off. I can cook while sitting. I know there are kitchen rules but can we just include a chair in it? Tell me will that make the process any harder or easier because I clearly have no idea whatsoever.
I had seen this particular house long ago in a certain app but each time I would skip it conveniently as the house didn't look quite appealing. You know how they say first impression is the last one. In layman's words it didn't appeal to me at all. Plain and simple. I still had time but the only problem was I had already told the owner that I would be vacating this month because at that point of time I seemed to have had found the perfect house for me though it kept giving me strange vibes. With just one week left to vacate, I knew I was in a scoop because the whole house hunting had left me with no choice (and energy) but to vacate the previous house. In what turned out to be my frantic effort I went out to look for the house that had left no impression on me whatsoever. To my surprise and delight(Oh so much relief) the pictures seemed to have done total injustice to the place. Sometimes the pictures aren't telling you the truth until you go and see it with your own eyes.
As much as life is nothing without hope, there isn't much life can give you unless you have any desire too. You can be hopeful for a better tomorrow but can you get what you want if you don't aim for it? Or what if we don't know what we want? Or much worse what if we leave our thoughts there itself, do nothing but just hope that tomorrow will be a better day? You do know where I am going. Right? To make things happen a certain way we have to put in our desire into work. Hope, of course will keep on doing its job from back-end but from front-end we need to burn in our desires only to rise up more stronger, wiser and better. Presenting before you my Burning Desire!!!
To look on the positive side I always feel a bit lighter when I am down with fever. Mostly because I am unable to eat and I feel it's the right and best way to loose some weight. Weird!!! Right? I know but do you feel so too? I know the glow is lost but at least I loose some weight. I told you I am a positive person 💁
I know it's the age of PS4 and all but I feel board games connects me with the real people. The pleasure of playing with your friends and family together is unbeatable. The constant bickering and cheater shout outs is missing in video games. Don't you think so?
As a child I believed that when we grow old, our parents would become small and we would take care of them like they do for us right now. After certain time they would again grow old and we would become small and they would take care of us. This process would continue in a cyclic manner. It never really crossed my mind then that it wasn't the logic that God followed. However coming to think of my logic, it would have been great, don't you think?
Any resemblance to donkeys(living or dead) is purely Coincidental. The two donkeys in the featured image (who are smiling even though burdened) have just been used as a reference to human life on Mondays and is not intended to hurt the emotions of donkeys.
The house that I planned to stay on rent kept giving me strange vibes. Though I loved the interior and loved the view from the balcony, something or the other kept coming as a hurdle. Maybe I was thinking too much but the last straw was the day before when I decided to finalise the house and call the owner in the evening (who I had a talk with in the morning). This time someone else picked up and informed the owner had just passed away and that it wasn't the right time to discuss about it. I had goosebumps and wasn't sure anymore if I wanted the house.
There should always be that little flicker of light in our dark days. There should always be the scope of better times and a happy tomorrow. There should always be positive vibes around. The world is already sick and we cannot afford to be sick as well. We deserve all the happiness and I believe only when we are happy can we spread happiness. I have blood group AB+ and I keep saying Always Be positive is what defines me. I find happiness in all the small things. That's the best way to live life. Isn't it?
Knock Knock!!! Who is it? Inflation dude. And you think I Shall care? Of course. Now that you're out on your own. You cannot afford not to CARE.
Semester exams have no relevance in your life unless you're the first bencher. Which also means you're the studious kind. Which also means you're the teachers favorite student. Which also means that you're the last one to ask doubts after the bell has rang. Which also means you get the maximum looks of hatred from your fellow mates for doing this. Basically you're the worst example set for your fellow students who of course do not have the above traits. I was definitely not a first bencher but call it my fate I would find myself in the first seat just in front of the invigilator during exams. (Not by choice of course. Damn my cool name and my stupid Roll number). Have you been the victim of the same or were you a first bencher by default? I promise I will not judge you.
I did complete my packing and I am travelling by train for a change this time (did not have a choice). I am sure flight couldn't accommodate 10 luggages ( yes, you heard it right) just for me(not to forget the addition of money for each extra kg). I don't want the airline to be damn rich just because of me. 💁 Though I haven't travelled in a train for such a long time, I am really looking forward to it. I have the whole room to myself as well. That adds as the brownie point. Somehow I sleep really well in trains. The swing effect acts as a lullaby and relaxes me that I find myself sleeping peacefully. 🚅 Is it just me or even you find good sleep in train journeys too?
There is too much work to done. Definitely doesn't feel like a Friday. On top of it I have to say goodbye to my colleagues. Damn hard. I have such a great bond with them right now which I am definitely going to miss in my new place. They have been like a small family to me with whom you could gossip (you know about Bosses and all). This place has given me so much. Best friends to be precise. ♥ Anyways I am not going to be sad (At least not show it). I have been multitasking in office. I didn't get time to apply nail polish and my fingers pleaded me so yes, while my report refreshed itself I applied a layer of nail polish. Cool right? \My toe nails feel left out though. Should I really go that low to apply the nail polish? Such tough decisions you have got to make in life. err well in office. What? You think I have no work? What made you think so. 😛
Garfield is one of my favorite cartoon characters and add along Odie, the picture is complete. Won't you agree? You need to have both of them in one frame to cherish their bond. While Garfield is lazy , Odie is hyper active. I cannot choose though, which character I am. I definitely have traits of Garfield (I can be really lazy at times) but I can be Odie too!!! Again only if I am really interested in something. 😉
She sat on the bus. The driver looked at her from the rear mirror and suddenly she felt smaller than a peanut. It looked like people were staring at her. She sat up straight. She analysed it was the right time for her hand sanitizer act. She quickly searched her bag for that and pressed the pump a little bit. Massaging her palms together she started looking outside the window. She felt a lot more confident now.
We have all been stupid in our life. I won't believe if you say otherwise. In fact to make Stupid sound cool in my school we had defined STUPID as : Smart Talented Unique Person In Demand Who wants to be a stupid now?
Now I am the kind of person who remembers every date. I told you I have been serialistically melodramatic through out my life. You know the one who will make your life hell if you don't remember my birthday. (that doesn't make me sound too good. Does it? ) 🙈 But I always give them a second chance to make up for their mistakes and treat me like a princess😂
When I wanted a synthesizer , I got one. When I wanted a mouth organ, I got one. When I wanted a dog, I got one. When I wanted a bone(for my dog of course), I got one. It seems I always got what I wanted. My parents made sure I had everything that I wanted. Was I a pampered kid. Yes. Was I a bad kid? No. It's not wrong to get what you want. But you should definitely wait for it to be your need. I got those easily but I am sure my parents didn't. They worked hard to be at a position to buy me what I wanted. Back then I wouldn't think so much and I would think of it to be normal.
All you have to do is follow a pattern to fill the page. It doesn't have to be complicated. Simple designs can give awesome result. You can lift your pen after completing a series or if you want to make a continuous form of art you can do that too. You just don't have to pick up your pen at all. Interesting right? I think this art will look great in crushed paper too. The background will add to the texture. Don't you think so? The best thing about this form of art is you can do it anywhere. Like literally!!! You are bored. You have a pen and paper by your side. Just let your imagines run wild (but remember only with a pen not a knife).
Presenting before you my : Midnight Memories. It spreads positive vibes where you know there will be light if there is darkness. Life of course may not be exactly how we want. Like the full moon wanes itself, the light or happiness from your life may decrease as well. But it is bound to be back again with all it's glory. Our life is going to be happy again. We just need to wait and not lose hope.
It was around 5 PM. I was doing great . I just had my afternoon nap and was playing with my tail.(You know where I try to get hold of my tail but it keeps going round and round and then I have move round and round) You really have to be a dog to understand that!!!
So I stand there with the letter in my hand. The police asks me several questions (when? where? how?) and for some reason I am very nervous. I try to act confidant. But God!!! they sure can make you weak in your knees even if you haven't done anything wrong. Even if it's you who is reporting a crime, you will end up feeling like a criminal. Pheww. I tried to act cool and you know maybe joke a little bit( Bad timing!!!) So I shut up finally . He is done with the process and I am thankful to get that stamp in my letter.
It is since then that my dad never takes food from my plate even if I insist. I guess he got his lesson and well I think I might be Joey who doesn't like sharing her food after all 🙈
They reached their favourite spot. Leaving their footprints behind washed away by the sea. She looked at him with anticipation in her eyes. He looked deep down her eyes which touched her soul. Finally ready to speak. She was nervous for some reason.
I suspect it knows today is Friday. It gets hanged whenever I want to work. Though it works fine when I pretend to work (you know browsing sites and if somebody happens to pass by ALT +TAB comes in handy. ) Shhh!!! That's our secret again. 😋
I am so glad I learnt something new today. I would definitely give Meg's art a big YAY. I always encourage you to create your own masterpiece because I believe when you can write(Blogs) you're already creative. So why not give painting a try. You might surprise yourself. 🙂
I love this particular piece of art because I find myself smiling whenever I look at it. It gives me this positive vibes which I feel somehow gets lost in our day to day life. Why dwell on to the negativity? Let us not let the world succumb us to its sadness and darkness. Rise above all and keep spreading love , peace and happiness and that can only be done when you're happy from within. Help me spread the word for art reviews. Share it if you like 🙂
5.30 PM : I woke up from my evening nap. I will go take my walk now. I have noticed a trend with humans where they click selfies after waking up and claim to look flawless(you know how!!!). Well to be honest my human does cheat a little bit. Who wakes up with lip gloss and mascara ? Anyways, I will be true to you guys.
Once when I was in school I imagined the fan going to fall on top of the teachers head. I miraculously sense this before hand and save her from dying. The other instance would be someone aiming my crush with gun from a nearby building. I can see the red dot and as soon as he pulls the trigger, I jump and save him and then he becomes my best friend (also forever in debt). How lame and desperate can I get? Now you know.
Monday : You have always insulted me in front of your friends. Now it's your turn to burn in that fire which you lit. Me: Wow!!! You sure can be cruel and mean. Just when I thought we could be friends.👩❤️👩 Monday : Friends? You never treated me with equality. You always treat other days as weekdays and me? Even I have a heart and now it's broken.
I kept going to the washroom but still felt the need of visiting it more. I went to the loo for 3 times in my dream. The height of laziness!!! And then I actually woke up to find that I do have to go pee for real. Who dreams that?🙄 Moreover, what was it trying to tell me? I figured out it was trying to tell me that it's time you did your business yourself and not in dream. You can't achieve everything if you dream. You have to wake up, get up and strive to achieve your goal. Wow such an inspirational dream. Who would have thought that? Only me maybe. 🤦
So I receive the call in my sleepy voice which I think is very 1/cosC=SecC (but again I find it true for all the sleepy voices.) Do you think so too ? Coming back to the point. I say Hello, and in comes a chirpy voice Hello Madam, it's from some XYZ bank(Why is she so happy? 🤔(I really don't care after that ). You can understand my frustration here, right? It's preposterous!!! Another weekend sleep gone in vain. Sigh!!!