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Liebster? Oh Yes! =D

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Much much much thanks to  Ajay  for yet again, awarding me. It's this Liebster award . Which, companeros, I'd no clue whatsoever as to what it meant. Open Google homepage -> Google Translate -> Type Liebster -> German detected -> Meaning Favourite. That's quite a booster, you know, considering the fact that so many people have been un-favouriting(that's not even a word) me!  So technically, you have to: 1) Tell 11 facts about yourself. Which you can read  here . 2) Answer the 11 questions tagger has asked, and frame 11 more for who you tag. Well,  (a) If you were given one wish, what would that be?       I'd like to start playing my guitar again. Or maybe just have the last year back. (b) Which place do you wish to visit the most?     Ladakh, I guess?   (c) If you somehow become the President, what would be the first thing that you'd do?       I'd put a bullet in Kasab's head.  (d) Your favourite author?       Jackie C

On The Verge Of It

Do you remember the time when you used to plunge yourself in the air and would be caught by someone? The time when whatever you did, hadn't contained the spike of fear? When you grovelled for something so bad, that it itself came back to you?  I've had none the above moments. I try to obliterate ticks, but my own very advent slaps me hard across the face, and towers over me hiding my being in its dark, ruthless shadow.  You know the times when there's an inner self so pungent that you take a leap of faith right up in the air, trying to touch that omnipresent light, and be lost in its glory? I'm that one soul who's so oblivious to her very own self, that she can't find that ray anywhere. Wherever I go, I face densities of unilluminated souls, I can't even make out the happy ones. I once saw that flickering neon ray. It was different from the rest. It glowed. It seemed familiar to me. It talked to me. It admired me. It never laughed on my misfortunes. It h

You Know Me Better Than That.

Dear You, Well, yes. I'm pretty much reputed to NOT be able to express properly. Even my family is exasperated. Yeah, really! Things have changed. For better or worse, I'm not sure. But I could do with them, as long as you stay by my side. Actually, it's not even being beside you. I won't even mind you holding my hand and steering me forward with you. But listen. Listen. And understand that it has to be you. Puzzled? Have to be! I haven't been too cooperating either. But you need to see. I have my own desires and necessities and insecurities. Yeah, I know it sounds contrastingly funny. Me having insecurity issues. But I do. I just don't know how to show them. Maybe that's why I panic. Maybe that's why I need to be held close. This month isn't really as interesting as it had been last year. But then neither are the both of us any more. Things changed, I changed, you changed. But never for one moment did I allow myself to alter my heart for you. I d

And You Take Me The Way I'm....

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No, the title is just a song. Acceptance, although an easy word, is a pretty hard thing and an even prolonged process.  "Do this, do that."  "You'll never get it right." "Why do you have to do things that way?" "Is it always you do it like that?" Well I, for once, have heard these things to such an magnitude that even if a single soul comes up and tries ordaining me regarding re-doing or changing my custom to a fixation, he/she'll be revoking him/herself of a very precious organ.  The phrase "I like you the way you are" just doesn't drudge well for my little pink brains. There HAS to appear something or the other that a person must be opposing in the near future. Yes, I have certain preferences too. Doesn't mean I'll start imposing them without will. It's not like if I commit to the task, I'll suddenly have Ambani brains, a Jolie face or a Gwyneth Paltrow  ass? It's still going to be me!  Oh,

Oh Look Who's All Grown Up!

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"So, class! This is Akanksha Sharma. She's a part of our school now. I'd like you all to help her be comfortable here. Introduce yourself, child" "Hello. I'm Akanksha. A nerd, for sure. I like to paint and dance. And I'd really like to get to know each one of you." "Alright. So, you can sit there. Wait, you should sit with someone who can help." "Oh God! No no no no. Not THAT girl. She's so weird! Even an elf might be taller than her.", my mind screeched I had been wrong! Ver wrong. And very naive, to judge someone. That just-a-little-above-five-feet girl grew to be one of THE most trusted and treasured part of me! Yes! That's she. Monika Singh Rattey a.k.a Chhote a.k.a Dhol a.k.a Complan Girl a.k.a Gay Designer a.k.a Queen Pixie a.k.a Blossom. We met her ten years ago, and what turned out to be a relationship of mutual dislike, soon transformed into a game of similarity and soon into a deep deep friendship!