Laugh, it enhances the glow on your face.
Live life to the fullest, it is too short to live it filled with worries.
Life, enjoy every moment of this wonderful adventure
Lose, it is something we do sometimes, but failures should be accepted with a smile.
Lonely and insecure, it is something we feel sometimes, left behind, but it helps us become stronger.
Luck, it may ditch us sometimes but have faith.
Loyal, be a friend who describes this adjective.
Love, even the people who hate you, make the world  a better place 😀

Inspired by: Today daily prompt


Don’t Let it Slip

If I could pause life and spend time with my family, it wouldn’t be anywhere in particular, but would be a place where we could all play our usual family games. In our rush of daily life, sometimes we forget our own family. At office colleagues are there to give us company, at school it is friends, but we forget that in a place called home there is a family, and it is always they in the end who’ll really be there. It often seems like, our house is just this place where we come to take rest after a tiring and long day, and a place where we eat. But that makes a house, not a home. A home is not built just with bricks but each brick has a unique warmth and love. That is why if I could stop time I’d stop it to play the various family games that we play. Hangman, Skateboarding, Angry Birds, JAM and so many more. Even though we do play these games quite often, more often than not it is in a hurry. My dad has to think of what he is going to in office the next day, my mom is busy wondering what she should cook for dinner, my sister is thinking which assignment’s deadline she has to meet and I am wondering what homework I have submit the next day. But since this can only be a fragment of my imagination, I’d rather play these games as often as I can and store these sweet moments up in my memories, making sure, I don’t let it slip.

I love you my Family 🙂

Inspired by: Today’s Daily Prompt 

Another World

We smell the essence of each and everything around us. We smell the flowers around us, filling the air with a beautiful aroma. We sometimes smell the perfume of a best friend who is walking next to us. But some smells are just abstract. In the sense, they are not really things that you can smell but rather something that you feel. But somehow, in some indescribable way, they too can be smelled. And that one abstract thing, that when I smell transports me to another beautiful world is the most pure four lettered word, LOVE.

Love is a special feeling that can be found everywhere. If you walk down the streets, you’ll find a couple holding hands and walking happily, or maybe a brother helping his little sister to walk, or maybe just two best friends laughing and talking. They are all different types of people, with different thoughts but the one thing that connects them all, is love. The feeling to always stand up for someone you care, that is love. The feeling of always making them smile, that is love. The feeling to protect them all the time and make sure that no harm comes to them, that is love. The feeling to die yourself but make sure that not even the smallest of all troubles get to them, that is love. A feeling that two lovers share when they engrave their names on trees, the feeling that a mother feels, when she holds her new born child in her hand, a feeling that a sister feels when her brother hugs her tight to make her feel safe, all this is nothing but a simple feeling of love.

Love is simple, all you need to do is admit that you do love, if not to the person you love, at least to yourself, but we all make it complex. We either have ego, fear or just too much hatred within us to open up to ourselves and see where the love in our heart is.
So look around you and find that one person in your life for whom you’d be ready to do anything, for whom you’d be ready to lose anything, for whom you’d be ready to sacrifice anything. Find that one special person who has brought sunshine into your dark life, that one person who has made way for rays of hope to enter between clouds of hopelessness, and admit it to the person, whether it be your mom, your dad, your sister or any friend whom you love. Throw all your ego, all your fear and all your hatred and hug that person and tell them you love them, confess to them and smell the purity of the most beautiful feeling that transports to ‘Another World’.

Another World

Dear Dada

By nature I am not at all a frank person. My trust has been shattered many times and therefore, from experience, I am scared to trust anyone fully. Till a few years back, my only trust would be Akhila, but nearly two years ago, you came into my life. My first impression of you was that you were very quiet and reserved, and in a way, maybe my judgment about you was not wrong. But what did go wrong in that judgment was that I missed out a few very important details about you and well, I did not know just how important they’d be in my life.

I know that very often, by what people say and think about you, you feel hurt and down and low about yourself, but dada, you have no idea just how special you are. You are one unique person in this world and no one can ever replace you. You might not be the best person in the entire world and you may have many drawbacks but you still are very special, in your own unique way. You have qualities in you that are so nice, but you fail to recognize them because you go by what people tell and think about you. Dada, I know I have told this to you before but i just need to tell you again that you are that amazing big brother whom I always wished for, but never had. Dada thank you for always being there.

Lots of Love

Chamkeeli (Sunshine)

Big Bro




A Story from A-Z

A beautiful Monday morning greeted me as I woke up, I wanted to go out and enjoy the day. But as it was a Monday, I needed to get up and get ready for school. Cursing my luck, I got up and went towards the washroom to get ready. Dreaming about that day as I was having a bath, made me late for my bus. Exasperated at being late, I hurried to finish my breakfast and get to the bus-stand. Finally, after running till my bus-stand, I reached there just in time for my bus to leave. Giving my thanks to God for saving me, I went and took a seat. Hoping that the day would be less exhausting than how it had started, I watched as the scenery, rushed past me, as the bus went on its way to school. I reached school, and walked lazily towards my class, surprised at the how unusually quite the corridors were. Just as I reached my class and kept my bag on the chair, I realized that all the children had already left for the morning assembly. Keeping my bag properly on the chair, I rushed out of class, towards the hall, to join my class.
“Late again?” a voice asked behind me, as I crept into the hall to take my place without being noticed.
Mumbling curses at whoever had caught me being late for the second time that I week, I turned to face the person who had spoken. Niharika Ma’m’s stern face greeted my face as I turned around.
“Oh God!” I thought, “Did she have to catch me again?” Patting my dress to brush away the wrinkles on it, I started at her as I wondered how I was supposed to answer her question. Quite a while passed in the odd silence and now I was starting to get nervous. Realizing that she was waiting for me to answer the question, all I could do was silently nod. Still looking at me with the same frustration in her eyes, she walked away from there. Until her figure completely disappeared I just stood there, expecting the worst. Valuable time kept ticking as I just stood there, wondering if I should go and join my class or continue to stand there. Wishing the assembly would get over a little faster, I just kept standing there like a pillar. Xylophones played in the background, as the assembly carried on. Yes, I thought as the xylophones played the beats of the school anthem, it just showed that the assembly was going to end. Zealously I prayed that my day wouldn’t get nay worse that this.

Story From A-Z

A Message to Someone Special

Just like a Husband is incomplete without his wife
And food is bland without any spice
You my dear sister are the one
Who completes my life. 🙂

I know that this not the perfect poem, nor is it something that you would really call amazing but whatever else this poem may be, this poem is from the bottom of my heart.

Didi, even though you make me do favors for you all the time and make me pack your bag. Even though you get angry at me even when it is not my fault and never wake up when I tell you to, I still love 🙂 😀 <3. You have given me lots of things in life that no one has ever been able to give me. We both know that the place IPKKND and Devimaiyya take in my heart, well, you can never replace them but the special position that you hold in my heart, no one, not even Devimaiyya or IPKKND can replace that.

You may be short tempered and you may call me useless and you may even hurt me sometimes without knowing, but it is only you who can make me happy after a picture of me has been taken by you even though I hate facing the camera. It is only you who makes me sit up till two at night before school to talk and laugh. It is only you who watches every scene I tell of IPKKND and watches every VM of IPKKND with me. Only you do all the stupid acting with me only to see if I am acting good enough or not and only you who can drive away my silly fears and the you are the only person who I allow to play with my hair. 😛

To some people you may be excellent at studies, to some people you may be lazy, to others you may be crazy and to still others you may seems sad but to me, you are just my sister, however you are, short tempered, crazy, sometimes upset, whatever it may be I shall still always love you for who you are.

The song line that has been going on in my head for a while is dedicated specially to you, so I thought as the blog gave me the opportunity to tell you just how much I love you, I shouldn’t let the chance slip.

Phoolon ka taaron ka sabka kehna hai
Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri behna Hai
Saari Umar Hume Saang Rehna Hai
Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai
(The stars the the flowers, they all agree and say
That my sister is one in a million
Through our whole life we have to stay together)

Thank you for always being there.





Aimless Journeys

When I was in third or fourth grade, and read about lives of nomadic people, I used to always wonder how hard it must be to live a life like that. Never sure of where to go, what to do, just going in groups, where destiny takes you. It used to seem to me that living the life of a nomad would mean walking aimlessly and landing up in a place you don’t know but just getting used to it because it fulfills your requirements, at least temporarily. I used always thank my lucky stars that I don’t have a life like that. I used to always thank God that he gave me a strong roof over my head with no fear of losing it and just walking aimlessly to where my feet and heart lead me to. However, as I grew up I realized that at some points in life I wish I was a nomad. Not exactly a nomad but just walking here and there, where destiny wants to take me. Often in life I want to get away from all the stress, the pressure, the screaming, the shouting and the nagging and just go and walk without any aim.

By character, I am a very emotional person and get attached to things very easily. Throwing, giving away or having to leave behind something that I am attached to is one of the hardest things for me to do. Maybe that is why sometimes I feel like living the life of a nomad. In that case before I can get attached to a place I am off from there.
I have been living in Oman for the last 10 years and often my dad says that he would like to leave and that really hurts me very hard. The thought of leaving the place I call home and a place where I started my schooling, made my first friends and a place where all my memories rest is very hard.

At times when I am upset, i just go out and walk, walk anywhere my heart leads me. I escape all the tension in the atmosphere and go away. Sometimes I feel like running away, far from all this tension and just move about from place to place. Nevertheless, I know that all this is easier said than done. I know very well that I am lucky to be able to have a home that is steady. I am lucky to live such an easy and happy life compared to many people in the world so for now, it is better to stay at home than become a nomad.