For the ones who went and for the ones who stayed.

we all have our special moments.
That time when you slept on the couch and you woke up in your bed with a blanket.
That time when you saw two people getting married.
That time when your dad hands you over your first personal cell.
That time when your teacher handed over your report card to your mom and you saw that look on her face and you knew she was proud.
That time when you got home from a hot day at school and a chilled lemonade was waiting for you at the table.
That time when you went to see your first movie.
That time when you and your mom rushed to the store just after your final result just to get something sweet because you'd passed with good marks.
That time on annual day when your perfomance was going on and you were just searching for one face in the crowd just because you wanted to say hi.
That time when you're mom dropped you off at you're tuition for you're first day.
That time when you saw someone close die in front of your eyes.
That time you cried in front of someobe who wasn't family.
That time when you start keeping things to yourself.
That time when someone told you that you were pretty.
That time when you turn into a teenager. That time when seniors turned into friends.
That time when you take life lessons from an older friend.
That time when you bunk class.
That time when you had your first crush.
That time when all you waited for was to return home.
That time when the first thing that came out of your mouth after returning home was "Mummy, khaane mein kya banaya hain?"
That time when you're brother taught you maths for the first time.
That time when you beated up a friend because he said something bad about your brother.
That time when you scored 50/50.
That time when you got the first prize.
That time when someone who just used to sit beside you during class turned into someone you call your best friend.
That time when someone asks you out for the first time.
That time when you exchanged numbers with a guy for the first time.
That time when you decided it was time I'd start writting a dairy.
That time you completed your first book. That time you went on a walk with your boyfriend for the first time.
That time when said I love you to a guy for the first time.
That time when you're cousins start to involve you in coversations which you weren't supposed to indulge in.
That time when you wear something indian for the first time.
That time when your mom agrees to get you, your first pair of heels.
That time when you have your friends over and your mom cooks them supper.
That time when you played truth and dare with friends.
That time when you had your first evet couple dance.
That time when you get jealous after your friend flirted with yoyr ex.
That time when someone hugged you for the first time.
That time when you were crying and he hugged you and told you it's gonna be okay.
That time when you saw him cry for the first time.
That time when he told you he loved you and he was gonna stay.
That time when you danced with him on the song you both used to dedicate each other when you were together.

We all have our special moments but they mean nothing if the special people aren't there.
They are the ones who make these times moments.
They are the ones who make these moments special.
they are the ones who make life worthwhile.
They are the ones who add love to your life.

These are the people who come into your life and teach you that life's nothing if it isn't shared.
So this is to all of them.
Who made the last 15 years of my life memorabe and tolerant.
Here's to all of them.
Here or not,
I remember all of you and you all are loved.

Thanks for coming into my life and making me what I am today.

I guess this is my way of saying thanks
For catching me when I fall.
And being here with me through it all.
For the bad times and the good.
For each and every silly little thing.:)

It begins in my heart when I see your bubble face

I lose all control and my heart beats begin to race.

I think I felt my heart skip a beat when that smile of yours knocked me off my feet

And soon enough, it was hard to breathe, with you, the whole world seemed complete.

I’d fallen for you but I don’t know if you ever felt the same way.

Because you and I was something I could never portray.

I can’t move on, it’s hard, I tried but I loved you then and I love you now.

It will always be the same and I’ll be here forever, I vow.

I don’t know what I’m going to do because,

I've been lying here all night, listening to the rain,

Talking to my heart and trying to explain.

Why sometimes, I catch myself wondering what might have been

Yes I do think about you, every single now and then. 

A Chocolate Or A Mocha-Flavored Sundae? o_0

We all have loved and we all have lost.

The concept of loving and losing get along a little too well you see.

Well, I have loved like any other and I’ve also lost like most of them.

But the amusing part Is that I have only loved once.

I have a lot of friends and well, they all have had their little romances and not just once.

They’ve loved, lost and they’ve moved on.

But it’s never the same with me.

I’ve just loved one guy and no matter how hard I try, I can’t get over him.

I don’t know why but I can’t move on

Not the type bro.

3 years earlier, I realized I’d fallen for this guy but actually I still feel the same.

I’m still hopelessly in love with him the same way, I was before.

He’s gone and even though not so far, I thought I ended that story a long time ago.

I only meet him once in a while and I don’t even miss him that often.

There was a time when he was the only thing I thought about and no matter how much I try, I can’t even stand the fact that maybe I have moved on.

I don’t think about him all the time now, nor do I miss him so much but every time I see him, or hear his voice, I fall in love with him all over  again and I realize he actually means a lot to me.

When I meet him, I wonder how I am even living without him being close because I couldn’t survive without him a while back.

You know the weird part?

Before we were good friends until he left and then it was a once-in-a-blue-moon talk and even t wasn’t good. It felt like he didn’t want to talk to me.

But now that he returned, nothing changed.

Then, after a little while, I left and now every time we talk, he just gets adorable and he becomes the charming guy best friend who I would love to date and who’ll possibly be the best friend ever but I am not sure if I still love him.

He’s like chocolate. I know I love it and I know there’s no chance I would ever regret eating a chocolate but what if it’s dark chocolate?

Or what if this chocolate doesn't like me?

I want to have a chocolate but then there’s also a mocha-flavored sundae in the refrigerator.

Mocha sundae looks scrumptious.

I’ve tried mocha sundae a couple of times and I’ve hated it but still I want mocha even though I know it’s of no use.

I would love to have mocha sundae but it won’t work out with mocha.

But it looks delicious. Okay?

That’s not it folks.

There’s more.

I want to have either of them so bad but I know I can’t afford to have anything sweet right now.

I just cannot date anyone. Because it gets all complicated and I’m in love and then shit happens and I’m crying and waa and wee and fuck all of it.

I think I’ll go and have a pudding instead.

The Leftovers Had Hope.

They were in love and they were together.

They were crazy for each other and they couldn't last a day without talking to each other. 

They both were happy and together. 

And it was supposed to last forever.

But it was only for a while. 

And everything that could happen was 'supposed' to happen. 

Nothing worked out and they grew apart.

She is still love with him and remembers every bit of it. 

She has it all. 

She tries to smile but her tears aren't really hard to spot. 

She hopes that one day all of it turns back to the way it wasn't but the way it was supposed to be. 

She lives each day hoping that things get better and goes to sleep every night with a burdened and disappointed heart. 

She hopes that one day the sun shines bright and he is reminded of her somehow and he wish he'd stayed. 

She tries hard to smile but the fact that they couldn't last kills her everyday. 

Everyday, she asks herself the same question. 

Everyday she fakes the same smile.

Everyday she doubts if she doesn't deserves to be happy. 

Everyday she looks around and tries to find her happy ending. 

She's broken.

But she still hopes and she still believes. 

She did not suffer too much.  

Taylor Swift

Hello peeps. =D
I've been listening to loads of music lately and well I just went from a punjabi-rap lover to a super crazy Taylor Swift fan.

I have been listening to her songs over and over again and I am in love.

So well, I have a little something I would share with you fellow bloggers. 

That's it for today folks.
I am in no mood to talk today so you're lucky. :)

Night fellas! 

Love.

Four letter word but no one has the guts to live it.
It seems so simple when you see it but so difficult when you feel it.
It gets worse, the more you seek it.

I could never understand love honestly.
I loved a lot of people so I couldn't really decide who was THE ONE.
I tried to find him but the more I tried, the more difficult it got.
So, I stopped trying.
Because it got me no where.

Then someone came.
He made me laugh and he made life a little bit easier.
He lent a shoulder to cry on and it all felt good with him.
I got my happy ending but I thought it wasn't it.
That just couldn't have been my ending.
That was not how I wanted my story to unfold.
There had to be more and all I could think about was 'What could have been.'

Even though I was happy, I pushed him away because it wasn't my ending.
I wasn't Snow white and he wasn't the one I would ever call my Charming.
I was living in paradise but I never got to live my dream.
I didn't love him.
Even though his shoulders was the one place where I would love to live, It didn't feel right.

So I pushed him away.
I almost got my happy ending but I thought 'Hey! Hunting in the woods alone for a while is no harm now, is it?'
I did not ever loose him though.
He's still waiting for me where I should have been but I choose to ran away.

Anyways, I wasn't exactly the dejected lonely girl who would sing her melancholy strain whole day.
I still hoped.

But wait, that's it for now because two prince charming's in one post is not a bit fair now is it?

Moreover, I am sleepy as fuck.
So will continue tomorrow.
Till then,
Toodles.

And Happy diwali :')

Break away.

When I was 15, I saw all my friends finding their loves and getting their happy endings.
I used to feel bad.
Not for them, but for me.
I just thought if they all are happy, then why am I not?
Is it because I don't deserve to be happy?
Or because no one thinks I am worth loving?
That's how I felt. Bad.
When I see all my friends getting their happy endings, I feel bad.
Because all I can wonder is 'Where is mine?'

So, maybe I am not worth fighting for.
Maybe I am not worth anyone's love.
Maybe I am just not worth it.
Maybe I am the dissapointment.

All she knew was she loved him.

It was an ordinary day with a glimpse of glitter in the night sky.
There was an un-ordinary and irrisistable feeling.
She decided to complete her longing desire. She decided it was time to say what was needed.

She was on her knees in the middle of the road.
She didn't care that many eyes were watching her.
She couldn't see anything.
All she could see was him.
Everything seemed to defocus and the only face she could see belonged to him.
She held a hand but it was not his.
She had to say 'I love you'. Not to him according to the challange.

She couldn't say it for it wasn't what was true.
She decided to say I love you to him.
Thoughts started hitting her brain and she could see all the What-If's flashing before her eyes.
But she didn't care.
For the first time, she put her brain aside and heard what the heart had to say.
The more she saw him, the more she wanted to say how much she loved him.
She couldn't resist, the desires were much persuasive now.
They had been there long enough and she couldn't control them anymore.
The words were about to come out.
She was about to turn heads in a second.

She closed her eyes and took a sigh.
She opened them and all she could see was him.
She looked itno his eyes and shivered for a moment.
But, she couldn't afford being scared again.
She spoke his name and said she loved him.
She didn't care of what the other's had to say.
She loved him too much to hear.
He made everything easier and she was sure.
She knew she loved him.
That was all she cared about.

She loved him they way he deserved to be loved..
She loved every single thing about him .
She rembered all the crazy memories spent with him.
She had it all.
She loved him too much to let go.
All she cared about was him.

#As long as he loved her, she belonged to him and promised to be his everything, forever and always#