It's all in my heart

   Life is not all about appearance because appearance may not have enough ability to transfer the real picture about a person, a thing, a behavior or whatever. The outer form deceives us as people hundred of times, yet the inner feeling can't do that unless people got trained to fake their sentiment. If a person is sympathetic and kind, he is deceived by people .  On the contrary, if one is tricky and wicked, he himself will deceive others. Therefore, life is between and about two basic things good and bad. Wherever you go, you meet kind easygoing people and people with fake emotions.  I don't know why  ,but I felt like writing about you.  Maybe it's because I always keep on thinking about you or maybe it's because I felt lonely, even if I was surrounded with hundreds of people's. I tried to be myself, but didn't work and I kept on faking it but it was hard still, I want you to come back and give my stolen heart. You were more like more than frie...

 Just wanted to share... I fell for you, because of what you were, are and will be. I fell for the whole of you. I gave you the key to myself. I gave you the steering of my car. I gave you the right to control me. I gave you my myself, without even knowing if you wanted it or not. My mistake was not to know your wishes. My mistake was not to know what you really wanted. My mistake was to assume everything as you wanted. My mistake was that I fell for you? Whatever it may be, I don't regret it. Whatever it may be, I will always think of your betterment. Whatever it may be, it was surely an experience of life. Whatever it may be, I will never be able to hate you, ever. What is friendship? Is it giving control of your life to the other half? Is it thinking about them in every moment of your life? Is it that you can never forget the other half? Or is it just a feeling that fades away with time? For me, Friendship is caring.   Friendship is becoming. Friendship is finding. Friendsh...

Endings are not always a  bad thing. It means that something new can begin. We all are the eyewitness of COVID-19 pandemic. We have suffered a lot due to pandemic. Now I was overwhelmed with all the changes that were happening. A late night in March we were notified by the news channel that schools would be closed until a later date . I have completed my class 10th that year and was happy because I was going to new school but Government closed all the school till further order. We are not knowing when this pandemic will over, So our school management started online classes.  I was saddened because we are not going to attend school physically.As we know school Life is the best time of our life as we make new friends, become a part of someone's life, someone becomes your part of life,learn new things and build our career there.I started attending online classes, after few days other my mates of my new school started interacting with me through chats. Days were going smoothly,as ...

where is my mind lost,  why do our memories dont fade,  why am i on the road of frost,  where is the boy who wasn't afraid. why do countless hours pass,  why am i in a fix is my heart made of glass,  why am i writing this at six. why did i let her go,  why is everything hurting me,  why aren't things going in a flow,  why isn't my mind free.              why i am expecting too much from              everyone ,  why am i not liking anything,  why are things in a chaos ,       why am i behaving like chandler bing,            why am i as lonely as ross .

Sometimes u feel empty, Due to no reason. Your heart starts to wish, Stuff that never prevails. You could be unhappy like damn what happened to me? But you'll never know the answer. You'll float in the ocean of confusion, Searching for justifications of your sadness, Or barely to realize how you could be cheerful. But you'll end up wondering, Where the hell can I get my answers? In the end, you'll notice these things are just in your head. Do I build them or what? No answer. Might this be a human's desire? No answer. So you'll reside craving someone and something, Come to you and say I'm here for you, I'll never leave you & I love you. But maybe this someone is on mars. And this never happens, that person leaves you when you needed him\her most......

  We start our school life at a very young age. Before we can understand its importance, and before we see what it is really in it for us. It may begin to feel as if school is just a place where children go to learn unnecessary formulas and complicated words that will never be used in an average conversation. Or learn things that do not relate in any way to the aspirations that have driven us during our childhood. The day most dreaded; the first day of school, is one that still makes grown boy and girl cringe when they think back in time. You walk inside a strange building, holding the hands of your parents in a place that smells of play dough. Your parents stand and begin to leave, but you grip onto their shirts in tears as they explain to you that it will be okay. When they go through that door you are left staring out the window which fogs up with your every breath. Watching their bike leave a trail on the wet road as the weather matches your damp mood. You cry, wondering if you...

💥 That Holi Days💥 The spring is back.   Accompanying the memories of "Holi" merry make.   We used to be thrilled even before the "Holi" break.  How we were jovial then, unescorted by the term "fake".  Last night I was ruminating it with sipping a milkshake.  Last day of school used to be humorous, we used to laugh till bellyache.💗   Colouring one and all used to be the second-best partake.  Bantering all and sundry was still at the apex.  Rushing to the playground for putting "Gulaal" on all and every peer.  What great days those were! Without fear.  The day before Holi is called "Holika Dahan". The day to burn evil, vanity, and our inner satan.   Before waking up in the morning of Holi, we used to have moustaches of colour.    That we ourselves used to make on one another's faces as it's our culture.  We used to gorge ourselves from dawn to dusk.  Then there was a shower of colours again  Until we oursel...