Well, this is just an incident i would love to share with you all. Thankyou for reading :).
I’ve always had this passion for football, maybe much more than the boys who play better than me in the park everyday. Even after being told by practically everyone not to go play with them, i picked up myself rather confidently hoping no one would notice the scared and awkward girl behind that tough wall. Not hard to guess, they said they dont play with girls. That actually hit hard on my esteem, bit quite unbashed i tried my best to fit in. I fell, and picked up myself without complaining. Everyone would make fun of me, constantly reminding me i dont belong here. Some of the boys did realise my love for the game was bigger than my ego and had no other choice but to pass the ball occasionally.
Nothing has changed; i still fight everyday, i still fall, help myself, get occasional passes and high-fives, but now the boys are used to my presence and i am used to their attitude.
Now i’m the only girl they would play with and wait for to come down in the same confident way everyday.
For the starters, my tests went pathetic.
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything worth posting, and I miss you all! ( well, I miss your comments on my posts :p) and there’s so much to tell!
I hate class 12th ;-;
I’ve started using YourQuotes, a writing app, and it’s amazing! Do check it out!
And if anyone of you is on YourQuotes, do follow me! 😛
I’ve been using Duolingo, a French learning app for a few months, and I’m in love with it! It’s one smooth talker! .-.
Sometimes bae is just too extremely dramatic,
I love you too, Duolingo.
All the love! ❤❤
You come to me
With words of affection
With a heart, that you say
Beats only for me.
You come to me, with the intention
But darling, don’t you see,
You never go close to the waves
You were made to admire deep waters from a distance;
And my love is an ocean
Which desires surrender.
People interest me. I look around in the sea of faces in hope to find someone who won’t creep out if I randomly blurt “Do you believe in destiny?” ; and well, I admit, it’s difficult to convince people I’m sane whenever I do that. And so, at the end, I compel myself to be satisfied with questions like “How is the weather?” and “where do you work?”
I’ve been writing for sometime now on WordPress and certainly feel intrigued with so many unique and beautiful views about life my fellow bloggers hold. So I’ve decided, instead of creeping out random people on the streets, I’d like to ask you all a few questions. You obviously don’t need to answer all of them, maybe 5, 2, or even 1 which you found to be thought provoking. And even if you don’t want to type all of that, maybe just ponder upon them? You might get to know so much more about your own thoughts!
So here are the questions!
- What is beauty to you?
- How do you define love?
- Do you believe in karma? Why?
- According to you, what is the meaning of life? Is there any?
- Do you believe in God? Why?
- What is your philosophy of life?
- List some of your favorite artworks. (Anything…movies, books, poetries, paintings, songs..)
- If everyone in the world had same interests as you, how different would the world be?
- What are the things you feel everyone should experience at least once in their life?
- What gives you hope?
- What does ‘home’ mean to you?
- What matters to you? Why?
- What is something you do different from everyone else?
- What are the little things you stop to appreciate and enjoy?
- Any life advice you’d like to share with me?
I’m looking forward to all your answers in the comments!
I am a wanderer
Where everything seems to be
I am a wanderer.
Bear with me
My questioning eyes
The way I’m never satisfied
I’m seeking for more
More than the universe places before me.
I am a wanderer
Don’t get tired
When I tell you
All this will never be
Enough to quench my thirst
Of finding the truth.
For I’m a wanderer
And you are where I’ll come back after every discovery;
You’re my pilgrimage, where I’ll come looking for peace
After every journey.
I’m sitting here
In my favorite cup,
With all the books
That have ever touched
That play in my mind
Over and over;
With everything I’d ever want.
Is all I get to embrace, to hold.
Now I feel
When you had in your remorse told me
That you wanted to return my favours,
I should’ve simply told you, instead
To give me back, myself.
As we grow old
And the secrets we hold
Will die with passing time;
But yourhand in mine
And the story so divine,
Will live on forever.
As the colors fade,
And the butterflies shades
Lose their serenity;
But like the skies beyond,
Our love will go on
Will never lose it’s beauty.
When the wrinkles on my cheeks
Will describe an age so wise,
You’ll never fade away,
Forever be in lover’s eyes.
This love is no less than heaven
And beautiful as ever;
It’s never long enough,
But no less than forever.
As you untangled my locks,
My secrets spilled off;
While we lay there entwined,
Your thoughts blending into mine.
And when you looked at me, lovingly
Everything else faded;
The same way how sun rays,
Dancing through my hair, unbraided
Made the dark feel loved, look beautiful.