Stream of Thoughts ~ The Dreamer

Oh, my dear, what do you want? You have everything you have ever wanted to but still, you are not happy? How did it happen? Suddenly how have you become so lonely? There are times and happenings in your life Which makes you strong But in the process of dealing with the consequences, You change as a person. Oh! my heart, don't you cry as there is no one who can listen to you... There is no one who can feel you... except me... And its just two of us together now, When you are sad, I feel sad, When you are lonely, I feel lonely... There are few ones in this world you are grateful for your presence, They will never take you for granted... You go and travel the world and they are the ones who will travel with you... You click pics and they are the ones who want to see the pics you clicked and are in there, You play the music and they will dance to it, You write a song and they will listen to the songs you wrote, But those people are missing right now... ...

It was about the time when I visited my beautician for a weekly appointment. She is a very quiet person who loves her job. She is from northeast India and a very cute looking girl. Initially, I used to be scared of her because of her demeanor as she seemed very tough but then I thought of starting a conversation with her and that's when I got the idea of a new post. We had all kinds of talk, she loves her town and family, she has lots of friends back home and how beautiful her school was and in-spite of all these memories she doesn't want to visit back home. The reason was that elders from her family and relatives try to take control of her life and to make decisions for her without her consent like forcing her to get married and they don't like that she is independent and working as it's not considered good for girls in their society. She told me that she wants to earn money and wants to travel. It's not that she doesn't want to get married . its just that...

The Three Musketeers We are three siblings my brother Anshuman (Ranu), sister Shivani (Shiva) and me (Honey). I am the eldest and Ranu is the youngest. Our childhood was more of an independent and dreamy situation, independent as both Mom and Dad were working and we had ample of time when they were not around. Though we had to manage a lot of things which generally a kid of our age don't do but that made us very independent. Also we had a lot of uninterrupted time so that made us dreamy..we were always dreaming.. thinking about times that someday we will be an adult and then we don't have to listen to anyone.. we will have the best sketch-pen box and can eat Maggie without anyone's permission, can watch cartoon and eat ice cream non-stop...no need to go to school and the freedom to play anytime...about the summer holidays and evening with friends... all kinds of dreams... Ranu Shivani and Me About me, I would sometime just gaze at absolutely nothing  ..blank.. zero...

I am writing this with an abstract state of mind. A gift is something which we give to others without any expectations of receiving anything in return otherwise it becomes a trade. What is the best gift which one can give to the person he/she loves? The best gift of God to humans is the capability to Love. It was Lanza's birthday and she received one such gift from Ruggiero, the person she loved the most. She felt really special and was very happy that day because that was something she never thought she could ever afford as the gift was very expensive. It was difficult for Ruggiero also to afford the gift but since Lanza was his princess and her smile and happiness was the biggest gift for him, he tried his best to buy the gift, worked day and night to earn more and finally he was able to get that gift. Lanza used to feel like a princess whenever Ruggiero's gift was with her. Few years passed like that, the gift was delicate and fragile but she took good care...

My favourite colour is black. Black symbolizes "Darkness" but to me, Black brings all sort of happiness and colours of life. I realized my love for black when I entered my teenage. In school, I was this girl who was very quiet till class 8th. I used to observe all the other girls in my class who used to be busy talking about their boyfriends and love lives and I use to think that why don't they discuss these things with me, even I am a girl who is sensible enough to understand the stuff. Whenever I tried entering the discussion they used to stop the discussion, started smiling and used to say... No discussion in front of small babies as it might hurt their feelings and emotions. I used to think what made them think like that? Just because I don't have a fancy hairstyle with long wavy hairs and I look like a tomboy doesn't mean that I don't have any feelings. As I entered class 9th I took a decision in my heart that I'll be one of th...