Often people say,”I hate those people who love..” so and so. Okay, first of all, everyone is different..and secondly, if they are, they can help you right? Why hate them?


Every other person in this world is a fruit lover. Not me. And I absolutely loved each and every person who loves them, becausee whenever I take fruits to school, I have a whole lot of help to finish it off, andd Mom…I can’t stop my friends from eating my lunch! It’s against the rules xD Besides, I won’t get the good food otherwise 😛

But, wait. What happens on the weekend? Without friends, what to dooo?

So, here’s what happened today. A very horrible experience, but worth penning down.

Last night, I’d passed dinner since I wasn’t really feeling hungry, slept early..and got up at 3AM. Then I started to do math, and..time flew by..until 7:30 AM, when signs of a hungry stomach began to develop. I dismissed those signs, and then suddenly I looked up at the clock, and it was 10.

Well, then..I thought I deserved a break and opened up Facebook. For birthday wishes, duh. xD When it was like 10:15, I felt something wrong. Then I realized, nobody had offered me breakfast, or any food! And imagine feeling that, when you have your father, uncle, aunt and grandparents. Aargh. I’m no longer remembered*. Now there are some home rules like don’t shout at father, okay no such rule..lol. But the first solution is always mom. She was in office, so I dialed her number and said that I was feeling hungry. And being a good mom she is, she said, “I’d cut some watermelons in the morning”. Aaah. Delicious, right? Absolutely not. I loathe watermelons. What’s even the point of them? I mean, why have solid water inside your mouth leaving dreadful taste behind, when you can have a normal water which can cool you down, almost instantaneously. Anyway, I just made a grunting sound..so she said that dad had bought some mangoes, and I could cut them and eat. Since I had no other option that time, I gave in.

I have this phobia from knives since every time I use them, I cut my finger somehow. So without checking the refrigerator or anything, I went to the front porch and asked my aunt to cut mangoes for me. Everyone present was surprised by my demand of fruits, which happens, like never. So, she came in, and after looking around, told me that the mangoes weren’t there. I asked dad to confirm, and he said no. So she offered my a whole bowl of grapes, but since they were the green ones, which are like good, I accepted. I ate the whole bowl, and was full…And when I was done, I noticed some watermelons had been kept on my table. I looked around and saw aunt leaving the room. Oh. Someone who knew my distaste for them, but still gave. Evil, huh? Lol, no. She knew I was hungry, and had given me so lovingly. What could I do? I forced like 6-7 inside my mouth, and my eyes almost started to water. They were awful. When I couldn’t take anymore, I took my plate, gave it to her saying that I didn’t like them and was super full. She just smiled….

On the way back to my room, which is 10 steps away, I heard the sound of my scooty. Oh, dad was coming..with mangoes. Aah, nicee. I could eat them after class, maybe, I thought. I begun to study again, and not even 10 minutes had passed, when a plate with fresh mangoes cut came to me, with an adorable eyed aunt. She is so caring, I could almost hug her then. But the sight of more food, damn. It hurt the feelings of my stomach. She came smiling, and I beamed at her too. Why the hell did I!!! I took the mangoes..and one by one, forced them down. After 3 small pieces, I called up mom explaining her my situation, and instead of giving me a solution, she started to laugh. Okay, I geddit that it is a bit funny, but pleasee mom, I’m your own blood! You can’t laugh on me XD She told me to keep it secretly in the refrigerator. Aaah, niceee mom. I tiptoed to the kitchen and had almost kept the plate inside safely until my hand brushed the steel plate covering something. *Thud* And the whole house was there in seconds. Um, sorry..I’m not here…Don’t check the fridge!!!! And God heard me. Thank youuu

And now. It’s 1:45PM. And it’s lunch time. Lunch. Let’s see what’ll happen. xD

*No longer remembered, this statement reminds me of yesterday. After a long time, dad wanted to pick me up from school…nowadays we have half days, so the school gets over by 11:30. So when the school got over, I was naturally expecting him. After 5 minutes, I called him from my phonee. Apparently he was sleeping, and had forgotten all about me. Okay, I tried to understand, standing beneath the 43 degree Celsius sun. It happens. Parents can forget you, of course. xD Then he sort of rushed, and I was just laughing at my situation. He came at around 12:30, and okay, I’d studied that while, and roamed around a bit..so I had calmed down. But hello, girls and no melodrama? Impossible. Possible. Possible when you can’t control your laugh. Or smiles. Even when you get actually angry. Uhm, who the hell is this stupid idiotic person?

*Raises hand*~Present.

Lol, but I did act all angered up..a bit. He’d got me Baskin Robbins’ ice cream though, and if he thought that could cool me down..then he was absolutely right xD

Okay, so that’s all for today. Take care.

And be careful what you wish for, especially when it’s excessive food.


The Best Friend Situation.

“Hey, you’re my best friend”

Me: *smiles on the outside*

Wwww…wait. How can I be so rude and feel not so good about it inside? I mean, those words have more meaning to me than “I love you”, they are more precious. But have they lost meaning?

So, let’s just count how many of them come and go by..

I was 1, yeah a year old. And I had a friend. She and I, we were like the best buddies, and yes, we called each other “best friends”. There. I don’t remember the rest, my childhood wasn’t photographed as much, me being the second child, so I can’t tell what happened. Let’s call her A.

Then, in my Nursery and KG class (KinderGarten. That’s german by the way), I had two new best friends, B and C. After KG, a new branch of my school came up and all the kids got divided. I mean, by choice. I was still in the old one, it was bigger, better, and new isn’t usually favored, I believe. So, those two girls, they went to the other school, and me..in some other.

In my 1st and 2nd grade, D and E. Aah, two more. I can’t keep up now.

3rd grade, I got a new best friend, F. But we fought once because I wanted to do justice in the basketball court.

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So clearly, tomorrow never comes.

Yeah, nobody can deny it, except for those who do value time more than anything else, and I’m clearly not one of them. How unfortunately normal.

On Strangers. Who, Why and How.

“In this world of memories, there’s no need for strangers.
-Kenshin to Kaoru”
― Nobuhiro Watsuki

Okay, what? No way. Sorry Mr. Watsuki, but there’s a thing you need to be reminded of, that all memories begin with strangers.

I shared these amazing moments with them, had my entire life full of their moments. But the point of this post is not to talk about those strangers who are now categorized into friends, and family. Maybe about those, who I met online, over the internet, who helped me with their unbiased opinions and love, some who became “abnormal” friends wanting to hear my words, express themselves, oh and with no complains and no demands.

It’s weird how beautifully they enter our lives, and we still label them as strangers. Because it’s online, duh! How sad, but here I’m not gonna go deep into, “okay, we shouldn’t make them feel so and so, they aren’t strangers once you give them your phone number” etc etc, but I’m gonna launch right into the experiences, how I even met them.

18th April, 2016

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