I am a very bad dancer, my mom will tell your friends otherwise but my friends will testify to this fact. But does that stop me from dancing till I can't? Hell naw! Who cares if you can't dance? You should have fun and that's all that matters. Shake your head, shake your body, shake… Continue reading Dance away
I have been under stress lately as the two exams I have been preparing for since the last two years is about to come in May end; it is literally the final lap of what would most likely decide my future. The stakes are high and so are my adrenaline levels. In sch a scenario,… Continue reading Music magic
I was talking to my maternal grandma on the phone last night when she mentioned that a family friend had visited them that day. I was fond of their daughter who has a really good fashion sense so I asked how she was doing. This launched my grandma into a tirade that made me ask… Continue reading How much will you give up?
So, it's Valentine's day... Is it really what it's made out to be or is it just hype? You decide. Meanwhile, read this poem about how some flowers (rather, the lack of them) can make someone sad. Did they not get delivered or were they not sent? Who knows? Maybe the Mother does. We don't.… Continue reading Poem for February 14th
This one is a confusion that I've heard people worrying about for so long that I feel I must share what I know with you on this matter. We all know our blood groups right? And how important they are for blood transfusion and stuff? Yeah. Well, people seem to think that when you have… Continue reading Blood groups and kids
I have attended two weddings so far this year as winter season is when most weddings take place here even though the weddings are at night. Indian weddings aren't as serious as people make them out to be. I'll share with you the pictures of the latest and you can judge for yourself. This is… Continue reading Indian wedding
I have been told that I can act formal on certain occasions where there isn't any need. Some of my peers think it is a miracle for me to use slang language while my mom is always cribbing at me loving shirts so much. So, am I really formal? Well, I wouldn't like to think… Continue reading Informally formal