mumbai-masti-mazaak-musings
A journal of sorts. Of experiences and observations post relocation to Mumbai. Some mundane, some interesting. Some just had to be put down in words.
A mix-bag of emotions, who knows what you might find in here.
A mix-bag of emotions, who knows what you might find in here.
So many things I want to learn to do…dance…calligraphy…aromatherapy…baking…read to the elderly. But I can’t do it all right now.
Will you take care of me, so I can expand my horizons, take care of you and bring joy to others?
May the fun never end :)
Of all the people in my life…
I was sure you would never hurt me…
I was wrong…
As always…
To life…
Be as hard as you like…in fact I say ‘bring it on’…together we will make you bow down…that is my promise…
Thank you
Allen, you saved me from myself, and your advice keeps me sane all the time. I’m glad I finally told you after all these years, that I’ve never forgotten what you did for me. Thank you for giving me the strength to see myself having a new life.
The step…
It’s been six and a half years since you left us, and then I said you were strong for taking that call. Though I’ve know I was wrong for a long time, I never admitted it, out of fear. Fear that I would be betraying you and your memory.
But the time has come to say it out loud…you were wrong, weak and foolish…and you caused a lot of pain when you left. The pain will remain forever, but I hope you find peace. And while I dread that you won’t be there to watch over me from above…I hope your soul moves on to a brighter and better place…
I feel like I’ve become a better person since you left, but I would be happier being a little less good to have you here again. I wish everyday I wish you had stayed, that we could have worked the madness out…
I longer wish to know why, but I still wish I could change it all…
Happy I-Day! While the country celebrates freedom, some of us prepare for work tomorrow! (Taken with Instagram)
