The Wild Child.

         She was like one of those horses you couldn't tame, no matter, how hard you tried. She ran free. Right from when she was a kid, people tried their luck at taming her. Her dad, grandfather, aunt, uncle, everyone. But their persistence didn't pay. She ran faster every time they tried. Into the woods, into the wild.
         She grew up and hoped for a liberal world outside. Waiting to engulf her into its arms. She held her breath and stepped out, but it wasn't long until she realized, it was all the same. Her tiny family represented a large section of the world. This wild child, for the first time, felt lost. The irony being, she was absolutely alone in a swarm of people. This became an obstacle in her running, for she had to go against the powerful crowd. But her brave heart gave her strength. As she ran faster she realized, some one was next to her. Running with her.
       And for the first time she understood, she didn't need people to tame her, rather they couldn't. All they could do was run with her, into the wild.

I Choose Freedom.

If you would ask me 'what is my worst fear?'

 I would say 'losing my freedom.'

For my choices are my identity and without freedom I wouldn't get to make all those tiny little choices every single day that affect my life so much.

But true freedom I believe is only achieved moments after birth, and then we are bound by society. 

Some lose themselves in this bondage while others fight back with all their might. 

But no one comes out completely victorious.

 And that is okay. 

Because at the end, all that matters is that you did what you knew was the right thing for you. 

Randomness.

      Writers are troubled souls, I believe. Inside them reside countless souls. One their own. And others, their characters'. Because those characters may be non existent, but still, very much alive. At least in the writer's mind. 

Things I Would Die For..

       Can this thing called Life get any more boring? Most of my days go about in wondering where all the fun times have gone. Or maybe i'm just that type of a person who feels her life was better before and that leads her to be unhappy all through her present.

    

 What sort of a life is an ideal life for you?

For me it's about awesome friends, who get the sense in your nonsense. 

Peace at home. 

Amazing food, without worrying about weight gain. 

Feeling sexy.

 Interesting subjects to study. 

A loving pet. 

Owning a DSLR. 

Watching movies and feeling what those characters are feeling.

Humour.

 Laughing till your stomach hurts and you fall on the ground and you can't stop the tears. 

Having someone who can handle your mood swings every single bloody day. 

Being open to love. 

Loving in return. 

Travel. 

A bathtub to soak your self in every night.

Sarcasm.

 Having no expectations from people. 

Books. 

A warm blanket on a super cold night.

 Mom made tea. 

                   

 Crazy moments. Beautiful memories.

I'm asking for too much. I know.

Gypsy girl...

Not all those who wander are lost.
- J. R. R. Tolkien

      Have you ever felt absolute selfishness? Horrible, mean selfishness? Yet, somehow it just feels right. If you deny it, you lose a part of you. A part of you, that truly matters to you. That makes all the difference in your life.
Many times i seem to lose my sense of judging what is right and wrong. I just don't know. How can I choose my happiness over my family's or friends' happiness?
      I just want to be a gypsy. I want to wander out far and wide into this world. I want to be free.