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I clicked it while roaming in a market. Sometimes, the table is not a complete mess :P The clock on my computer table. Fridge Magnet Clicked for no particular reason! My room, when it is tidy. Of course the credit goes to my mom :-) Like my page On Facebook  HERE

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*FICTION* I was going through all the messages and chats we had shared just a month back. How things change I wonder!! Re-reading them was like going through many emotions. Those lines still gave me the same smile, same laughter the way they had given me a month before or so. Though yes, this time, those were accompanied by a li'l sadness and a wish. A part of me still wished if it could be continued, if we could take it further. A wish that at least it should not have ended so abruptly like this. He thought for a while and thought about calling her. Perhaps he could change this. There was no point in continuing but he was feeling a turbulence inside him. He had always felt something different about her. After his previous relationship which ended on a bitter note, he came across somebody different. The reason why they became friends and then why he chose to end everything were unknown to him. It started all of a sudden and then ended. He knew he had his 'be prac...

I hear the forced ease in his voice And perhaps I understand now, So I choose to let it go... You meet someone and see a reflection of your soul And all you want, is to know him better, To speak, to tell, to hear Without any commitment, any promise. But sometimes, the other persons has his doubts The other person has his fears So I choose to let it go.... Destiny is what makes two souls meet But we choose who we want in life who we do not, When he has made a decision, I must respect that. So, I choose to let him go..... And I know, I have a life to live, and not just live but live to the fullest, So I choose to let him go And live his dreams And I'll live mine. Coz this time I cant afford to lose myself for anything, any place, any expectation or anyone, For any regrets And keep faith That whatever happens, happens for the best. So I choose to let him go.... (c) Priyaa Arora Letting go.....it's important, no??? Situations arise and teach you...

Found this picture again on FB. (It has gone viral over FB so don't know who it belongs to) The Question is--- How many times???

Before today, It had never happened to me. Just yesterday I was tired, little upset (for a silly reason), had a bit of pain in my legs n back ( because of dance classes) and just couldn't sleep till it was 2:30. I was reading Harry Potter #3 but the sad part is this is the only harry potter movie I have watched many times so wasn't able to enjoy it properly :-/ . ( Some of you might be wondering over it but its good you know that I haven't seen them properly. I can read all the parts enjoying them to the fullest!! ) At 5:30 am or nearby, My phone rang. It was a fitful sleep already, so I woke up almost immediately. It was my   jiju (brother-in-law)  on the other side, announcing so darn happily over phone," Congratulations jee, aap maasi bann gye ho!! :D" (Congratulations, You have become an aunt). My sister (cousin) gave birth to baby boy and I was happy beyond limits. He's the first one next generation actually. I told my mother, congratulated the new...

As I am writing this, sitting by my desk, I have innumerable things beside me. A just-empty glass of Apple-juice, my phone , a golden tape, some papers lying haphazardly…..the list goes on! Shows that I am a messy person. Actually I am both…I like organization…like my almirah n all- I don’t let anyone open it. I am writing today partly because I feel I have been away from writing or blogging for long on account of My sister’s wedding (and also nothing was coming to mind as to what to write) and partly because my Friend has asked lot many times to keep writing. Its not that my mind is out of ideas or thoughts that I won’t like to take down on paper but as they say…their frequency is lot more than the total time required to open PC and start typing. Though I sometimes do write in diary as well, but there is nothing worthy of sharing in this space. Those all are my random thoughts which I start with sentences and then end up with doodling all over the page. Most of the time these da...