Birthday❤❤💓💓

Hey people!

How are you all?

I have been away from WordPress for a long time and well, I was busy and am still busy. But, today I have a reason to write this post and share my excitement for my birthday that is just around the corner of this day. Yes, tomorrow I was born. 

I am an over excited soul. I like to expect stuff like 1 month prior of my birthday and yet this time I just couldn’t do this. I was stressed, scared and shivering with fear about my competition and well, I won it🐒😂😂😂

I am happy. It is the best gift that I could have ever get on my birthday.

Well, what am I looking forward for tomorrow🤔

1. I wish to well be happy and get good marks in these exams

2. Make someone realise what they mean to me

3. Participate much more and succeed 😛😜

4. Believe in myself

5. Slow the time and just let my friends stay with me always

6. Take risk and try to be a better person

😅😅

Big list. But I wish they come true.😂😅

If any of you have anymore suggestions about what I should wish for and is important for me😂

Kindly comment😅

P.s. 28 September I am looking forward😁😘

Unique Blogger

 

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Hello friends! How are you all?

So again I am nominated for another blogger award. @Deboleena You are the most energetic and friendly person I have ever come across. You are an amazing being. You sketch well, you are soft spoken and what not. You have literally became a friend that I have never met in person but can understand me alot. 🙂

Well, @deboleena is an amazing blogger herself. I have been nominated by her on numerous occasions. I hope my answers don’t disappoint you much this time. 😛

Thank you soo much Deboleena for nominating me. I would try my best to answer your questions.

It is pretty simple and here are the rules:

  1. Share the link of the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
  2. Answer the questions.
  3. In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate  8-13 people for the same award.
  4. Ask them 3 questions.

The questions I was asked were :

Show your favourite lipstick?

Well, I don’t put on lipstick. I on rare occasions do apply lip butter but that is also not on a regular basis. 🙂

If you were in a dessert then what are the 3 beauty products you would want?

If I were in dessert the 3 beauty product that I would like to carry with me are:

  1. Eyeliner
  2. Face Cream
  3. Face wash 😛

What is your favourite makeup product from the whole makeup routine?

I don’t have any favourite. I experiment once in a while 😛

 

My nominations are :

  • Anyone and everyone who is interested in answering these questions can do so and I would like you all to answer the same questions as have been asked by Deboleena. 🙂 ❤

 

Thank you 🙂

 

tidbit tales :P

The rumbling noise and the low murmur behind Alex made him realise that indeed the news has spread like wildfire again. He was not at fault at all. But, who would have believed him? He  had been called a delinquent person without any mistake of his. He was just always  in the wrong place at the wrong time. But, who would have believed him?He was helpless and even a victim of his society. Who blamed him for no wrong of his but that was based on the reputation he held.

Ironically, he was an ace student when it came to studies. Working harder than his peers and loved  burning the mid-night oil.He was alone but capable.He never wasted his money. Saved his hard earned money to pay for his books and other stationary. The shabbiest of the lot and the best scoring chap amongst them.

But, now it didn’t seem to matter. The news has spread. He wanted to go into a rabbit hole to hide. It seemed the end. The end of hope, aspirations everything. He had not done anything wrong so why was he made to feel this way.

Yes, he was unable to save the old couple when they got shot by the burglar. He had run to save them. But, it was already too late. Police confirmed his innocence. But, in the class all those doubtful eyes were grilling his back with seeds of doubts that he couldn’t sustain any longer. He slammed the books and walked away.

Away from doubt. Away from people. It seemed logical and most appropriate at the time. Maybe it was or maybe it wasn’t. But, it made him more lonelier than before. More broken than before. He tried hard to gather his courage but everytime he did. They again broke him apart. It was a sad phase but it changed him immensely. He came out to be the strongest person and became an influential person that people who looked down at him. Now, worked under him.

He was an inspiration & he was a game changer. He turned the table without giving up. He is someone that I wish to be. Accomplish the unexpected and be worthy. 😛 🙂

 

Down the memory line <3

It made me wonder what teacher’s day really mean to me.

I don’t have very friendly cordial memories of the teacher who taught me during my early age. I remember them. My KG teachers.(not their faces but their attitude and way of handling us) I started my schooling from KG itself never went to a nursery.My mother became my teacher. Filling up the gap of not knowing things that kids of my age could easily decipher. She had a lot of patience. I can tell you that because she ended up dealing with me as perfectly as possible. She not only made me a competent person but she was also one of my first teacher who literally  took great pain to teach me Alphabets, numbers, and everything that I know today.Adding to all this, was that I was a born left-handed person. When others reminded her that I was a left-handed person and all this was a bad omen. She ignored everything and just held her head high acknowledging the efforts that I had put forth to learn everything she taught.

I vividly remember the area that I used to live in. During that time, we used to live in the north-eastern part of India which added on to my distress of not only not knowing Hindi but as well as their regional language.Thus, the initial 2 years of my school life was a living nightmare for me. Idk why I still remember  it after so long.

There are so many moments when I just feel that I can forget them. But, yes a few instances make us who we are. At that tender age, I learned to appreciate nature and also live a life without having friends in them. God was graceful enough to change things for me as I grew up  but, sometimes I wish to forget those days.  I wish to forget but appreciate I remember the garden outside the window which was just adjacent to the room that we  call our classroom. I didn’t have many friends to recall, actually to put it straight I had none. I was a small girl who stammered in her speech, cried for her mother and bunked classes in tender age. The last but definitely not the least I envied my elder sister who was beyond perfect.(the angel from the clouds)

Idk I guess everyone has such memories but then in those memories, you remember some things that you never wish to disclose. You wish to bury them so into your sub-conscious that it is impossible for it to visit. But, every now and then it pops up, some things you wish you had an answer about. These and many more memories contributed and made me the person I am today. one such memory was of my mom trying to teach me something that I couldnt even understand.

I know teacher’s day has already ended and such a delay on my part is an unacceptable sin. But, I would like to wish all the Mothers and teachers out there, A very very happy teachers day. 🙂 Since, Parents  are the first teacher in every child’s life.

P.S. Dads are also pretty awesome.(I didn’t forget them) My dad is a fun-loving guy, he used to find reasons to play with me and he never forced me to be someone I am not. He is the one who still tries wayy too hard to improve my maths. 😛 🙂

So, to all the dads out there-I will again wish you all a happy teacher’s day.

P.P.S Really sorry for the delay 🙂 :*

Invisible veil

The person behind the invisible veil 

Is hiding her face

Trying to be someone who you wished them to be

The person in veil

Was all along misread by people but never tried to change the way they see

The person in the invisible veil is shouting too much

But the silence is making the noise

The person in that veil is still hurt by your words

But the time has surpassed to tell you that

That person wanted to just be of help

When all along you misread her of something she didn’t do

The person in that invisible veil is just me

Me, who is shouting at my loudest audible voice

 but yet the voice seems not to reach you somehow

Because the person who is me is hurt beyond words

And all the words just can’t explain what it seems to be.

Now, the person in the veil wishes to be someone

Who should have stayed behind the veil.😁

Friend with crazy thought process

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I had a pleasant day today. It was a mixture of hard work and enjoying the way my life has been . Until I was soon interrupted from my peaceful existence by a text from my friend. He was astonishingly in a talkative mood today. Telling me everything and anything that came up to his mind. In turn making me think about things that we usually don’t ponder about. I wanted to in turn share with you all about what he shared with me.

He spoke about a lot of random stuff but what got my attention was as to how people connect with memories. Well, it made sense at the time when he told me. But, now I am skeptical and thinking whether indeed it is true or not.

According to him, we all have a manner to connect with our memories. Some remember it like snaps of past and may have a picturesque image at the back of their minds whereas others make play it like a video and remember the memories. As I have bee thinking about it, I guess I remember and reminisce my memory through a video being played in the background. I try to be there in the past and live it all over again. But, I guess I acknowledge it to be in the past itself.

Whereas he explained how he thinks and how his memory works. He remembers it like musical notes. Every drop signifies a certain kind of frequency and any kind of elevation is the feeling of him being happy during that moment. More like a memory in continuation rather than a video that comes to a halt as soon as the memory ends. In your opinion, what kind of path do you follow to remember your memory? What helps you connect the dots?

P.S. Crossgear nemesis you are crazy….:P 😛

P.P.S Picture credits- Google