Friday Collaborations : Where Work Becomes Fun โœŒ๐Ÿป

You got idea, chip in. Want to work together on something? Find me in. ๐Ÿ™‚ 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.ย  What exactly is this and how does it work?ย  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.ย 

To Break Up Or Not With The Accidental Soulmate ๐Ÿค•

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.

Direct Dil Se: From One Heart To Another ๐Ÿ’•

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.ย  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?ย 

Know What A Dog Thinks When The Human Decides To Travel ๐Ÿ“

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.

What Kind Of Animal Are You?๐Ÿฏ

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 immediatelyย 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?

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