“Sometimes you just need to talk to a four year old and an eighty-four year old to understand life again.”
Any volunteers in throwing some insight on the thing called “life”? 😉
“When life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles.”
But what if it’s a rainy season? And it prolongs to a rainy winter?
Or it’s fine with me if you are the lemon and lemonade type of person too just don’t bother with the rainy season then because yo have so many other hilarious options. Really, you do. See for yourself:
They forget that you probably don’t have that kind of money for the surgery!!
Okay, this one I probably agree with them 😀
Again, I never learnt how to bail exactly. If I knew I’d be dodging those lemons in the first place.
So, it all comes back to square one. What do you do?
As I said, I’d rather prefer the rainy day situation, since I am such a nature person. So when life gives me that rainy year, what the hell am I supposed to do with it. I am drenched to the core now!!
And thus I love this woman too.
I only write when inspiration strikes. Fortunately, it strikes at nine o’ clock sharp every morning.
Every single person who strives hard for his goal is an inspiration to me, especially the optimist ones.
I don’t wish that. It is a part of life, I cannot stop that, I want to enjoy each and every aspect of life, from being naïve and careless to being wise and responsible. I want to grow old and have experienced life. That’s all I want. I do not wish to remain at a place. No, that is not what life is for. Not for me. I’d like to say one day “I haven’t grown my hair white overnight” Sorry I know the Hindi idiom sounds right here. I couldn’t just translate it best. “Dhhop me baal saffed nahi hue hain beta” Hahahah I think that would be fun too.
Crime petrol. (related to crime reality) I used to watch it so much, that I was obsessed it at a point of time, so much so that I started being scared of my own people, of the people that I used to meet often, I wouldn’t even want to go alone at night alone. That is when I realised I had to stop watching it. Being protective for yourself was different, and being over protective, even in your own room was different.
When I used to stay in Mumbai, my answer would have been sure ‘A weekend trip to Goa’ but since I am no more there, I do not have many options. I would satisfy myself now with a good evening spent here somewhere nearby, possibly a place I have not been to, a movie may be, and then a good dinner. I’d want the next day to just read and write on my terrace as there isn’t much really around here, as my friend Elizabeth has in Houston.
My laptop? I don’t know any other ‘luxury’ that I might not have lived without.
Don’t know much about fame. I’d be happy if I achieve my goals.
Reading newspaper. I don’t like news apps though they update you almost every single hour.
And dating, hate the dating apps too. I mean there are people who can find their soul mates there, but me? No way! I have trust issues with my own people, let alone with some random guy on some dating app!
Except for horror I can really pick up any book and read it. And honestly I can finish it too, I mean I am only proud of one thing, I never leave anything incomplete, whether it is good or bad, I don’t know, but I do it. Even if I don’t like the book much, I’ll finish it. Same goes with any other thing too. I go till then end.
Rarely! Only when I travel.
That people are really too obsessed about other people’s business, especially in India and also especially women. I mean please just stop it, you aren’t going to feel any good when they do it with you.
I don’t know how to answer this, but I am happy when I am travelling. But yes, I can say the best day of my life, that is when my brother was born. I was so overjoyed that I lied about an exam at home and missed school. I did get to hear a lot though, but it was all worth it when I got to meet my baby brother just moments after he was born, though they allowed me to hold him only after he was brought home, under proper care of my mother.
Comedy shows, and then after a while reading. I am a freak for both like there is nothing more soothing than reading and honestly no one laughs much these days, not the loud ones, only a small smile. I like the natural laugh where your stomach makes that stupid sound, where your cheeks and jaws ache, and tears are just a moment away. I guess very few shows do that but the idea seems nice. And also apart from these comedy shows and series there is pretty much nothing to laugh at, at the end of the day, except of course your own life.
The shiva trilogy- Amish tripathi
That’s the only series that come to my mind now that was gripping.
And also the Clifton chronicles by Jeffrey archer. I am yet to read the last part though.
Mumbai-26 hours away by train, lived there for almost two years.
A lot many, I can’t choose one. There have been so many times when I have just gone ‘AWWW’ to the extent of having tears. Like a small baby just not wanting to leave you, when you are not even that good with kids. What must he want form you? What must he have seen in you to want to stay with you, when his own parents were leaving.
When are you getting married?
I mean if I knew it from now, I’d ask you to ‘save the date’. But I don’t even have a man in my life, then what type of question is that.
I’d make every woman a queen and give them the POWER to order men!
(Sorry for being so rude to men!) But it’s only imaginary.
Go on a solo trip.
White water rafting. As much as I love water, I am also scared of it but I’d still so that.
Not so much fond of cars, but I like mini cooper.
Snapchat? I don’t know people are obsessed with a lot of things lately.
Oh God? 10 years? I don’t know what am I to do a month from now!
Get a stagnant job. I have been switching places, and jobs so often that I am not sure whether I am even made for a 9 to 5 job!
Thinking, give me some time,…
Honestly last week was terrible, but this started off really great, I am going to tell you all very soon about it. 😀
We went on a trip to Goa with my cousins a few years back, I’d love to re-live that.
Wedding planning, or traditional fashion (If that’s even a thing.)
I started this blog for no specific reason, apart from the fact that I was drifting away from what I loved, writing and reading and also the reason that I wanted to be in a world where I could be me and not the ‘pretentious me’. I wanted a world, a sphere where I could find myself and get answers to few of my mental ramblings. I may not have the answers to all of my weird and cryptic musings but over these past few months I have come to love this blogosphere.
I love blogging. I love the people here, every single one of you. My love is present not only because you read, follow, comment, like my posts, but I love you guys because you are there, which more often than not people who are physically present in my life fail to do it for me. May be I expect too much, but I think I love you guys more 😉
Anyways, I just love blogging. I love to be myself which most of the times; I cannot in my real life for the constant fear of being rejected and being misinterpreted. I love blogging, for there are people here who are just like me, who expect nothing from this tiny special world and in return are ready to provide all they can. I love blogging because people here understand each other and are not judgemental as ***
I love blogging cause no one here knows me and yet is always present for me. No one knows me apart from the fact that my name is Moushmi Radhanpara and that is it. And yet there is a connection. I love the fact that without any other evidence my dear friends are ready to be with me, participate with me, talk to me, indulge with me, and all they need to know is my name and my blog address. They do not demand my background, my education, my cultural background and goes the societal list.
I will not emphasise on any fellow blogger who would be close to me, as that would just be very partial. Everyone is special to me and I love you all.
I love blogging as I am myself here and all of us are ‘one’.
“Let your dreams be alive. Don’t bury them within you” Once in a blue moon, he arrives from nowhere, plays a game, startles the world, make us speechless, creates the history, leaves a legacy and goes nowhere. He just leaves a mark making our heart shiver and boiling every drop of blood in the body. […]
This blog is truly interesting and gripping. It was such a new thing for me, you should check this out. I hope you like it.