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Life is your canvas. Make it as large as you want, as colorful as you want. Make it your own 🙂 Here is what I want my life to be in different decades, but, in reverse.
You would think that I laze around all month long and then on the last day my alarm rings and I write whatever shit is in my head just to complete my monthly blog. But that’s not true. I have a lot of color notes saved with ideas for the blog posts. But of course, in the end, I laze around and my alarm rings and I write whatever shit is in my head 🙂 Maybe those color notes will just transform into a book someday.
So what about this month’s post. I guess February was quite a reflective month for me.
She was tired, it was just not her year
Keep walking, they said, you are near
Why are you following them, said he
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It was another day, one lecture after the other and then I pondered upon today’s date: 31.08.2017. Shit. 4 more months and it will be 188.8.131.52. (Mind=Blown) More than that, it was time for another post on this dead blog of mine. I really wanted to write some good stuff but honestly, I am just too lazy.
So, as I was thinking about what to write with my lazy mind, God did yet another coincidence and my work was done. I received an email letter from the past-me written for the future-me i.e. the present-me. Continue reading
It’s been a week since my new beginning a.k.a post exams freedom. I don’t know what I was doing all these 7 days. They kind of went in a blur. Whoosh! What I did do was go through the list I was making for the past few months about what exactly to do during these days. There were more than 80 things in that list when I looked at it trying to find something worthy. When I started looking since the beginning, I started deleting the stupid ones. Now there are around 55 but if I delete the ones that include travelling, I will be left with just 20-25. One was ‘re-arrange the bookshelf’. And so I did.
‘Kal aakhiri imtihaan hai?’ , my nani asked.
‘Hanji. Aakhiri’ I replied.
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