It's just cricket. Just a game! I don't know why people are making such deal outta this. We're not going to be on that field. We're gonna be supporting a team. And I get that some of us are die-hard fans of India, some of us death stares them...but you know what? It's not that 1971 war. Or that time when India helped us with weapons when our people fought, sacrificed their lives for freedom. It's 2015, World cup season. When I am supporting my country, I'd not think about those unrelated topics or how actually we gained our freedom. I'd be crossing my fingers in the last over, just because I want our tigers to win and get into the finals.Spreading rude comments and making rape jokes won't really make any of the teams strong. But their training and our support will.
Hi B, Season is changing. The hard days are almost over. The city I live in has turned so beautiful, I get overwhelmed by the beauty. Tulips are in. Cherry blossoms are blossoming. Magnolia, Beautiful white flowers, name unknown to me. Taking a walk out feels like a celebration of life. It feels like I'm falling in love with the city. I remember when I first moved here 2 years ago, the excitement and the crippling anxiety of starting a new life from scratch. Now, after 2 years, I feel a warmth and love for the place. I don't know if I would feel the same when the winter comes though. Seasonal depression is no joke. My new mantra for life now is to chill. Praise the nature and find pretty little corners in the city. Write poems. Paint, maybe. Seek positivity. Love. Be kind to self. No rush. Read books. Just flow.
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