So finally it was Sunday.
I came out of my room walking towards the kitchen rolling up my hair in a hair bun bare foot started the coffee maker and turned on some music .
“Cause the days get brighter when you're here
So I gotta keep you near” Khalid sings beautifully
I walk towards my living area dancing softly I grab my spectacles and the book I was reading quickly jumping on the page where I was keeping the bookmark aside.
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.” - Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austin)
We all go to a different dimension when we read isn’t it ? I...
Hey lettrists !!
For once I need to tell you all that guess what ?
“It’s okay” to be not okay it’s absolutely one hundred percent legit for you to feel whatever you feel cause
Hey ! We’re all humans ! The problem would have been when you’re unable to feel anything at all .
Emotions .. be it any kind good , best , bad , worse .. it’s okay cause you know when you get through it you will be a different and a more upgraded version of yourself .
Life is beautiful! It always was . Show gratitude .. you see a person sad you go to them talk to them share some beautiful smiles .
You want to laugh eat that ice cream go for it !
It’s okay if you’re 30 and love balloons..go buy some.
In the quiet crowd again standing missing
Are we present here or missing somewhere?
When you feel this moment
That now in this night
There will be no morning
Make sure, you see that
Hiding here somewhere.
There are so many questions under your cheeks
Asking the address of happiness
The rest is still
Or if it is on wanderlust
believe in the adorable dear
Hiding here somewhere
Somewhere far away
Its a new era
Not thankful of someone
Nor ask your name
Live this happy life
So beleive in this
When feel this moment that
this night not morning nor
You Beleive after looking it
Is for you
Yes only for you
Story time ⭐️
It was just another day, with hair all over my face, I softly twirled them back my ears, opening up the window with a coffee mug in my hand, I sat beside the window and my attention seemed to stick to NH-11, those blazzing trucks, White snowy clouds above them, within no time I was on my whole new dimension of fascination.
Suddenly with subconscious activeness I stood up taking my bag slipping in my crocs making a hair bun while running down the hostel stairs and running for something I don’t know as if something important was left to be done ,
I caught a bus smiling strangely at self with absolute zero clue as to “what was I doing and was it right or wrong”