I feel like writing a short story atm, it's been a while. But I guess I go with  Mississippi Burning as of now for Cinema. 

My year is complete! I feel so relieved. It's like someone took me out from beneath a mountain that was crushing my soul. #MyEternalPagalBacha Damn, purple is the new red #WeirdFingerColor
I pretty much like my social media balance. And its good to share with someone who has your best interest at their heart rather than someone who's there but not 'there' there.

PS. The amazing feeling when you get done with your first ever documentary. Taking the interviews, visiting places seemed somewhat exhaustive at first albeit in the end it was all the same, thrilling and self-satisfying to an indescribable extent. 

Life of a Flower

Making a documentary on Flowers is so cool and soothing! I realized it today how much I adore flowers. Especially Gladiolus and Tulips. Roses are next level. And documentary making is a thrilling task. Phew. Scripts, schedules, props etcetera. And whoa, editing is the nightmare, of all.

PS. The image is not mine. 

Life is a bitch and I am so adamant on finding it's collar so that I can tie it up somewhere it could never break from and nark me up. I've had enough. This battle is so not ending. Undeniably, it is marvelous, all the same a prison sentence. Because, I Am a hilariously cynical critter and an insanely prodigious bitch. 

The Manhattan Tales

'I can't be with you' she said with her face so bleak that he just couldn't bear her to see in that much pain, 'we belong to two different realms sweetheart, there's nothing I'd ever want more than to be with you but... I just...' she couldn't speak more. Her head felt so heavy, pangs of the brisking pain were twinging in her shoulder. It was getting dark and the snow was starting to fall heavily; so she hurried down the stoned pathway, on which the crisp orange and bright red, maple leaves were spread thickly. The sound of them crumbling under her dark orange boots her sister had sent from Cortland. 

To be continued... 

Tales of Lunacy. 4

The hilarious moment when you discover an autobiography you wrote for your English class in Eighth grade. And while you're reading you come across the word 'cutted'! And what's even more ludicrous is that there's this letter's branded on the front page. 'A+' That is so frothy and oh my gaash. Funnay. xD 

Happy New Year!

Another year passes by and another kicks off with a thrilling albeit perilous start. Happy New Year dear world. Stay safe, blessed, happy and amazing. Enjoy while it lasts... TBC. 

I Wonder

I wonder why people are so mean sometimes to people who are nice to them. I wonder when they just act like you don't exist. When friends, those whom you thought were good people (Not that they aren't good, it's just that...) sit around talk away about different random things and you just stroll around looking out of windows, staring into the thin sheets made of wood pulp and fibers. Its so mysterious and pretty riveting thought. When you're surrounded by infinite souls but they're nothing just ghosts. When they're there but not really 'there'. When suddenly you realize, 'what if' the people you have claimed to have loved you dearly start turning out to people you never really knew...