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... 

That Short While

I wish I could tell you

How much I miss you

If only you could think of me the way I think of you

How much I love you, I wish you knew

Those endless tears, that awful pain

I question now, am I still sane?

You’re my savior, I hope you know that

Like an angel you took me away from where I was at

You always stay happy, that’s my desire

You stay tender like the warmth of fire

I hope it never goes away, your charming smile

And I hope you know that

You changed my life, in that short while

When I will go, will you cry?

I want to know

All those moments, were they a lie?

Will you remember me, when you’ll walk through the snow?

When I’m no more, will you sigh?

I know you loved me, you can’t deny 

While drinking that delicious tea (which I usually don’t), it just came to my head today (tea doesn’t do that jbtw); and I couldn’t help but write it down hastily so that it doesn’t skip my head. At first it was a song, but I craft out into this poem just cause’ bleh… Hehehe. 

NOTE: COPY RIGHTS RESERVED. Any plagiarism will result in severe legal action. 

Cheers and peace!

Christmas Greetings!

Tis' the Season! :) 

All that snow, those glittering and every joyous Christmas trees. To put up the blinking colorful lights, puple-red-blue-white-dark pink orbs, shiny golden stars, silver bells, cane candies, painted balls, rustic metal thingies, bows and cranberries on the tree. To skate on the glazed roads and frozen rivers. Plus, the warm feasts and blissful sound of the melodious choirs singing. All these pleasure filled moments are seen in Christmas season. I wish y'all a great and lovely Christmas! Have fun and partaay hard. xD

I really do miss those times when, in our school, Santa used to make a surprise visit near Christmas, and give us the treat bag filled with chocolates and those red and white cane candy sticks. Yum yumm yummmm. The surge of felicity; while giving presents to my friends and making those cards to put on our clothes with my teachers and friends with the green leaf and red thingy. To sing those cool carols. It was all so merrily thrilling and amazing. Btw awwhyeah! I'm gonna get my Christmas tree in nearly four to five days. Ooh, can't conceal the excitement albeit it will not be Christmas day hehe. :D
New years not far away. Life's on a roller coasterrrr. Like always.

Cheerios dear folks!
Much love from me. xxx 
XO