and i asked what the hell is love???

Someone once told me that love is the greatest existing force on earth and that it could change things .although it can but one can’t expect its result to be in the good or the bad. People say that love is too young and vulnerable at first and has to be taken care of like a baby but gradually it becomes a mature adult which is allowed to roam free without any concern. Love is also like a bud which blossoms and wins a million hearts but at the same time its beauty is only till the day it’s watered. I have never experienced love but only a few of us actually will. In today’s generation keeping your heart open to people can only leave us damaged, said a broken hearted. What wrong did she said? Maybe nothing because the one who’d try that is more likely to be called a fool but that’s where we all fail in this love game because true lover of one will accept the broken hearted as they are. They will love all the flaws and repair the damages and take care you and be a nurse to the broken heart so that one day it finally smiles and realises who he actually loves.

The one who sought beauty never had it in the face, said the studious girl next door. She sobbed and said that the one who looks for beauty never actually gets it. Beauty is just a complementary gift of sight, the ones who have it, find it even in the ugliest things of all. Looks can be to die for but a good heart is to kill for. Why do girls dress up to get a boy? Because they know that one will never love them unless they look like an angel who just got down from heaven but the sad truth is that such girls make a fool of them and let their heart be broken by someone who is mending with their emotions without any care at all.

Love is eternity, said the old man standing near his wife’s grave. Love isn’t always physical, sometimes it’s just the way someone can make you smile without them being with you... just the way of you thinking about somebody which sends butterflys down your stomach. Ah! That one thought and everything is bliss. Love isn’t about holding hands, it’s just about holding up a smile. Love is infinite even though you still can’t be there for hugs or kisses. It’s just about how much you miss them that every second feels like a day passing by.

Love is a game, said the sportsman. You need to win a heart before you take the trophy. You need patience, practise and skill. You need to be good at it. You need to compromise what you carve for your goal, your love. That day you shall win.

Love isn’t just about that big day, said the newly wedded wife. Love isn’t always about dreaming with who you want to spend your life with. It’s not at all about naming your kids beforehand or exchanging vows. It’s just about how special is your each day and how honestly you stand up to the vows you made. That’s true love.

It’s a contrast outfit, said the fashion designer. Love isn’t about able to complete each other’s sentences and doing the same things. True love is different yet the same. You don’t need to be a matching accessory for your outfit, sometimes quirky is fun. Never be the same. Just be the way you are. If you need to change your clothes to match with your lover then I am sorry but it’s not true love.

Then what is love? Asked the little girl. If you look across the globe or people near you, you’d find love. Be it living or dead it’s everywhere. Love isn’t always correct and it’s mistaken too but it’s fun, quirky and delightful. Much to make your day. Not to be together but be together forever. To be the opposite but still attract. Love is just about finding it and let it grow each day. Love is about happiness and joy. Love is you

chips please?????????

 

 

 

 

 

Hello everyone! It’s me!!! So, today I will be writing about the types of people I have come across till now. Wether it is at a general store, grocery shopping, playing football or even at your own house. There are people who you can’t just avoid

The philosophers

Now, there comes a time in everyone’s life when they can be officially called cracked. Basically cracked people may cut your hair, try to kill you, chase you with nutrella in their hand (not such a bad death then!) or whatever plan they may have but if referring to “the philosophers” then out of all these ways you might just want to bang your head to the wall or kill yourself grabbing the nearest object found. Philosophies are great but not so great when delivered in the speech of erm…. you know!

Like I said that such people can be found anywhere and anywhere means that even a place which is most likely to be of you own but no, these philosophers don’t understand that. So, to prove it let me just pen down an incident of mine with a categorised person.

It was a fine evening, me waiting in my mom’s chamber eating from a bag of chips which I rarely got to lay my hands on. I was on top of the world savouring each and every bite I could get. Ah! What a day that was but like every good thing there needs to be a horrible one too I think I just received my other share of fate too. my mother’s a doctor and most of the times when I was a tad younger I used to visit her hospital and sit there inside her chamber most probably sitting on her chair and eating something. No one had ever uttered a word against it because HEY! IT’S MY MOTHER’S CHAMBER! MY MOTHER DA BOSS!!! YOU NO GOT ANY RIGHT OVER HERE!  And yes, I was right. It was my mother’s property and I was free to use it unless of course she told me not to. Well, where were we? Yeah, me sitting firmly on the chair.  Eating from a bag of chips and when suddenly my mother came in with some patient of hers. Nothing was weird as no one was talking. Me sitting in the corner probably hard to notice but I guess I was audible with that licking and picking sound I was making and the sound of the plastic wrapper squashed and shaked. Suddenly my mother went out of the chamber for some reason leaving that tall man with a turban inside with me. He saw me, then that packet of chips and I was like don’t you dare to even look at my property! It’s mine. My chips! But he kept on looking and I being too stubborn kept on eating. Everything was alright when he suddenly spoke out of nowhere “hasn’t you mom taught you to offer someone first before you eat?” (Silence) (Silence)(Silence) all I could manage to do was squeaking a little smile as he faced his back towards me and then inside of my head I was like WHAT THE HELL! MY CHIPS, MY BAG, MY MOTHER’S ROOM AND I AM EATING , MINDING MY OWN BUSINESSS BUT YOU OUT OF NOWHERE COME AND TEACH ME MANNERS? DO I LOOK ILLMANNERED? UH! I GUESS NOT! YOU SHOULD KNOW WHO YOU TALKING TO MAN! I MEAN WATCH OUT!

While on the outside I was like -_-

As I grew up to be more wonderfulJ :p I realised that even though I thought about it as a good think that someone was teaching me manners be it any outsider who was kind enough to do that. Ah!!! Enough of lies. I actually never felt so when I recalled that incident but yeah, it was weird. I had no comeback at him and even if I had he would have found another reason to call me uncivilised like “don’t your parents teach you not to answer back?” or “don’t your parents teach you atticates?” or anything else but then I think of a re-do of that incident. Maybe what would have happened if I had offered him a chip? Maybe I would have received a thank you or maybe a few words in the honour of the most mannerful girl in the world! Or maybe a bit less appreciation. What if I had just left the room? Maybe my entire problem would have been solved. Only if I would have not been so lazy. But you can’t change destiny. So, most probably it was for the best and to save me from people like that!vvvv