That’s exactly what it is. So far, 2017 has been a year of surprises, realisations and a hell lot of desperate poems.
Plus, I am wayyy irregular with my blog. I am sorry sweeties ;-;
I was shuffling through my poems, and found this single decent one. ;-;
Of all the people in the room I’m undoubtedly the biggest admirer of life
isn’t there a beauty in everything around me;
even the way we fall
The way we smile in despair?
the way we talk
lies rolling out of our tongue
the way we cry;
Aren’t we pretty when we cry?
arent we mesmerizing when we try
to frantically hide in our little cages?
Aren’t scars beautiful;
and prisons wonderful
to be in?
I can never get enough of you, sadness
Ill come back misery, to admire your beauty
Will you spare me for a while if I tell you I’m just tired of everything around me?
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! ❤❤
It was my little neighbor’s birthday. My irritating, painfully curious, brutally honest little brat had turned 7 year old.
After the party was over, she had called me to show her gifts. Amongst the pink dolls, pink frocks, and a hell lot of other pink stuff, I noticed something which felt a bit too out of place; a make up kit.
“What’s your 7 year old gonna do with a makeup kit anyway?” I asked her mom in utter annoyance.
“Arey, why are you overreacting? Girls have affinity for make up and stuff. And on a lighter note, this will get her practice for future!” She said and laughed it off.
It was horrifying to know how she-and most of the people- don’t see any problem in this idea of feeding little girls with the thought that they need make up to look beautiful, their beauty is dependent on it. What are we teaching our kids? To put layers of artificial beauty and ignore the genuine beauty they have?
Instead of teaching them to cover up their so called ‘flaws’ with layers of foundation, it would be wiser to help them accept their authentic self, with all those imperfections, teach them how to love every inch of their skin, and not falling prey to societal standards which are as deluded aa the idea of ‘perfection’. My little neighbor, and all the little girls would grow into beautiful ladies, and all I wish it would be their choice-not their need- to use make up or abstain from it. In the end, all I’ll say is, we need to stop teaching girls to look perfect, and instead teach them to lead a perfectly happy life.
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.