Everly

I have to fall in love with endeavor. I have to love it enough to stick to it. I have always admired hard-workers, of how deliberately they put so much work into their visions . I truly admired it and I wanted to be one of them. But my laziness, my act of wasting time callously never actually made me such person I had always dreamed of. I don't try twice. I am always impatient. I want results in blink of an eye while others are fighting for it, sweating over it, getting things done to get to it. Can't you see how foolish that is of me? To want something without the work that takes it to achieve?  The genetic lottery that put me in a middle class family, in this land, far less privileged than those of Europeans. At times, I feel envious of my cousins who live in USA, just because their parents established themselves there, granted them that kind of privileged life that my parents couldn't. I know, it's no good envying them, when I've been blessed with not so much m...

Always left things unfold . Hidden a part, unsaid and to a half end ...she always seems to have left things like that. She has a story to unfold, a mystery that's hidden, she has words that never floated through her sculptured lips. She has unfinished works, a lot of them, drafted but never has she put them into a complete piece. She has left things to a mere end. To an indifferent eternity. She waits for one. Who'd surprise her. Electrify her soul with passion, desire; artistry.  Write her a sweet note. Discover those unidentified. While everybody falls in love with her smile, she waits for one who will fall in love with her scars. Her rawness. Her impurity . Her affliction .  She has hidden a part. A part that is too fragile, a part she has buried firmly with a coating of profess. There's no inside outs. As if like locking that inner kind-isolated, from the outside world and people even from her own self. Because of its delicacy, integrity and its diversi...

This book made me cry today. He thought of her heavy eyebrows and her wide rounded forehead,her gap-toothed smile.He heard in his head the tinkle of her laughter rolling around the house like it used to...Pari hovered, unbidden, at the edge of Abdullah's vision everywhere he went. She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in silences that welled up between their words,sometimes cold and hollow,sometimes pregnant with things that went unsaid,like a cloud filled with rain that never fell. Damn Hosseini! You always manage to make me cry.

I've been aware.  Yes. I know! Okay. It was 7.5 on richer scale. Do I feel sorry for Nepal? Yeah. I do. But I don't see the need to update it as my status- Nepal, I'm sorry. hashtag Pray For Nepal. First off, I don't believe in words, Hash tags. If you feel enough sorry for Nepal and all it's people then stop your fingertips from updating it as your status on facebook and twitter. Go watch CNN or BBC and learn how to help them or donate or just do your work. The ultimate thing that I learned about life is that- it goes on. As long as we're alive nothing will stop us from living and doing our jobs. Not even the people from Nepal that died via earth-quake today. I don't take this things too seriously, people are dying everyday. I don't take this as a joke either. As to me, prayer should be sacred. It should be within you and your God. It shouldn't be a status. Or a show off to news feed, telling people to pray. If you feel for those people in N...

22.09.2014, 1.30 pm I hate writing things up as in hand. I'm more into typing. I have a password protected MS Word document where I confess things up straight. Now, I got into writing and it's damn painful because I suck at spellings and my handwriting is really bad. Not that I care. I had no choice because my grandma is here staying with us. She blocked the room where my pc is. And I don't think it's a good idea to go there and type up my confessions because I have a slight feeling that she peeks into the screen. I'd be in trouble if she reads all that. So I don't wanna take any chance. The reason I'm telling you all this crap is that I can't live like this, without confessing things, telling things that happen in my ordinary life. I can't live without writing/typing something that eats up my brain at night.I would be fine if it was like before, when Api was Api. When Api was the only person I used to have late night talks with. But Api is not t...

Not Dated, but the entry is from 2014 When I look into your eyes I fall right back in love <3 So this is about the person I am crushing on for a year now...I know it's not just a crush. I like him. He's my teacher. He's married, happily I guess >.< And he has a cute son, really cute. Like father, like son. So I've been looking at him shamelessly at college. When he's been taking classes.What?! I can't help it, he looks so relishly charming. I hardly could take a stare off. I like when he wears his royal blue t-shirt. It suites him really well. Like that shirt is made for him. And the deep violet one that he often wears. It makes me wanna hug him. I often hug him though. In my dreams, stupid. But a visual hug is not enough for me.I know it's inappropriate to think like that about my teacher, but he's so crush-able! Not just in looks, his way of talking, his humor, eyes, smile, of him being a good father to his son makes me want him even...

just give me a note written sweet words about me and I'd be happy.