The guy next door

Not many write about their neighbor. Most of them writing will be either fiction or someone else's life.
This guy, is one unique person I've come across till today. At 23, he is looking forward to life in a different perspective than what I've heard from my cousins and other friends. I still remember the first time i saw him. The first impression was like a bomb exploded on my face; he was so CUTE! With a height of 5"11, he looked dashing and charming, sitting on the balcony....smoking! Nevertheless, we spoke. But not on short terms. Just a hi and bye now and then. I still remember once i had helped his girlfriend to escape from his place. She succeeded with hilarious efforts. Three years of having him as a neighbor, brought out some rib-cracking, hilarious scenes! I never knew him until recently. And i never knew we'd become good friends!

So, i dedicate this to my neighbor- DARSHAN! :) 

girls

Sometimes I wish I were born as a guy. It would have saved everyone from their present misery! Not that I shop much or not that I create tantrums, but there are times when i wish i were born as a guy. Not everyone knows the beauty of being a girl. The hardships we go through, the tantrums guys test us with and all the challenges we accept to please others. I'm proud to be a girl, a girl who believes in oneself, a girl who needs a small nudge as a waking up call from her day dreams, a girl who loves to shop for herself but others and a girl who loves to hang out with everyone she finds interesting. Our very existence defines humankind! What would men do without us? It's funny even trying to imagine a world without women, the whole place like a garbage dump and stinking socks everywhere and whatnot! We define beauty, grace and poise. Have you ever wondered how a girl feels? If not, do not even TRY because you'll get nowhere..

why i dance..

when i dance, the world changes. everything comes at me in a different perspective. i feel like
i'm the only thing living on earth. is this feeling true? or is it just another dream of mine? it gives me joy and pleasure and i forget all the pressure. its a part of me and my soul. i wonder what i would do without it. i know people who make fun of me, but that's not something i can stop my passion and life for. let them go, forget them and they will automatically shut up.
the early morning stretches and bends might pain but once they're done all i have is gain.
the motions and the rhythm of the song, the wind blowing on my face, the sun shining bright. the feeling of being free and the worth of living shown on my face when i smile.
for those who love what you do.. you know how it feels! :)