Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Nov 18, 2011

The Memory Lane.

Penned down by Unknown at 5:39 PM 4 opinions
   Every once in a while, you should go down the memory lanes. 
And by that I don't mean only in your mind.  
You should really walk down all those lanes on which you hopped and skipped with your friends many years back. 
Maybe you are lucky enough to still be living there itself. 
Or maybe, it is somewhere close or somewhere far.
 But, just this once, go walk there and let the million memories wash over you.
 The hide and seek you played 
and when you hid for long, the excitement would make you want to pee so bad. 
The street dogs who you either fed daily or ran away from whenever you saw them. 
The plenty Holis & Diwalis spent with those building mates. 
Waiting for your school bus outside the gate every single morning.
 That one shop you bought all your dairy milks from.
 The love hate relationship shared with the watchman. 
The thousand times you fell and cried. 

Go out there and just for today, live those million memories again.

Sep 26, 2011

Things I Would Die For..

Penned down by Unknown at 12:21 AM 9 opinions
       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.
 

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