The dream?

Two guys fighting over a girl, isn’t that the dream, girls?

Oh my God all these movies and novels, all these fuss on the romantic comedies and then I have seen people enjoying this literally. Hasn’t it always been a dream for girls that two men fight over them, a box in the ear, and a knuckle on the nose?

Then, it should have felt right, shouldn’t it? But no, it doesn’t at all feel right to me. I am all confused and harassed by this. These two men fighting over me, about me isn’t at all hilarious to me. Sure it is to you. But what am I supposed to do?

All I can think of kick them both in their butts and ask to them to…

But then they are good people. It’s just a matter of right and wrong. And yet this just doesn’t seem right. A fight, really? Like a serious one? I never imagined this would happen to me rather because of me.

And all my life long I thought this was a girls dream and it would be so exciting to have two men fight over me.

Seriously guys my life was super sad but was surely better without this drama. 😀

The difference

Last day of school? Surely, it is special for everyone. But can there be biasness in this too between a girl and a boy?

I hadn’t known this until yesterday.

My brother celebrated his last day of high school yesterday and he came back home with colours all over his face and well wishes marked all over his shirt, kind of made me remind my last day at school. It always brings a smile on my face.

So, the point is when we are looking at his shirt we were sure pulling his leg at the remarks made my girls and he was blushing at all our jokes. It was kind of funny. But all I could think of was my last day school. When I had come home printed all over my parents hadn’t said a word about it, in fact they sure did not seem to have liked the comments written by the boys. They have never disapproved of my guy friends but never even willingly approved of them too. They never said it but their expressions sure did.

I am not saying that my parents have ever made differences between me and my brother but these small things matter to me. I am not sure if they should but they do. My parents are real nice and I love them, and also I am not complaining but somehow these things always tick my mind, my heart.

Be kind

“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about,  so be kind always.”

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Came across this while reading something today. It surely made me realise that however small or big, a battle is a battle; significant and difficult at their own personal level.

Being kind might not solve their problems but at least it might not add on to their hardships.

 

Book suggestions?

Well, I am not doing good these days. I mean nothing wrong just those days when you feel everything is wrong despite them being just not in your favour. I know it’s Christmas and new year’s time but I have decided to stay indoors and cuddle into my bed with lots of goods books and my fellow friends here got to help me with that.

I will not mention what I like but I can safely say horror is not my cup of tea so any suggestions from you will be really helpful.

PS: Thanks in advance.

 

Cogito Ergo Sum. ["I think Therefore I am"]

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