Disclaimer : Before you begin, this blog is about Polaroids and me in the Polaroids(to be honest it’s mostly about me). I just liked how Asteroids rhymed with it. Nevertheless I will share a piece of information so you don’t feel betrayed. I googled and trust me when I say, I googled hard and finally found that an asteroid has a slim chance of entering the earth’s atmosphere on November 2. Interesting! Right?
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?
~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.
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.
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😂