Secretive Writer

Random Ramblings .. I write.. I live… I love..




I loved. I changed. I messed up.  
I tried. I gave up. I tried to give up. I hung on. Stayed on. Regretted. 
I ran. I walked. I travelled. I moved. I looked. I felt. I touched. I read. I wrote. I clicked. Captured.
Met people. Liked them. Didn’t like them. Judged them. Stalked them. I corrected. I mocked. I socialized. I pitied.
I slept. I dreamt. Ate. 
I felt happy. Sad. Angry. Hurt. Upset. I cried. Hungry. Even more hungry. 
I bit my own tongue. I tried not to laugh. Laughed, anyway. I sang. I tried to dance. I partied. 
I pleased. Tried to be pleased. I apologized. I wanted it. Didn’t want it. 
I studied. I misused. 
I applauded. Stood up. Sat down. I felt foolish. 
I hurt people. 
I was wasted. I hated.  I broke down. I got back on. I was slow. I picked pace. I was made fun of.  I laughed along. I forgave. I forgot. I didn’t know. N then I did. 
I wished. I prayed. For this, for that. I believed. Still believing. 
I dwelt on things. I tried not to. I pondered. 
Wandered. Felt lost, found my way. 
I learnt. Tried to.
Still learning.
Trying to.

Who am I ?

I’m on this never ending quest, of looking for inspiration, for knowledge and for hope.
I’m out in this big world, searching and discovering the greatness that lies within the boundaries of fear and the unknown.
I’m a traveller on an unknown path.

I’m a sailor on the rough seas.
I’m a dreamer, with a million dreams.
I’m a girl, who hopes to be seen.

I have seen the worst of days, wherein my world spun around like a crazy tornado. People changed. Times passed. Situations went awry and nights seemed long.
But still, that tiny voice inside, never did let me shatter.
Disappointments came, lingered for a while and went.
People came, made themselves count, pretended, hurt and left.
But I, I stood strong.
I held my ground.

I’ve learnt to forgive, if not forget. After all, you can forget things people say, but not how they make you feel. I’ve learnt that the one person who builds you up, is the one who breaks you down. And that things never go as we expect them to, despite of which, they bring forth better days!

So I dance in the rain.
Run through the pain.
Sail rough weathers.
And fly like a feather.
Let my instincts guide me,
Show me the light,
Bring destiny to me,
And smile through the night 🙂

A day @ d sea..

Pighle neelam sa behta hua ye sama…Neeli-Neeli si khamoshiyaan…

Na kahin hai zameen, na kahin Aasmaan…

Sarsarati hui tehniyaan, pattiyaan..Keh raheen hai ki bas ek tum ho yahaan…
Sirf main hoon, Meri saansein hain aur meri dhadkanein…
Aisi gehraiyaan, aisi tanhaiyaan…Aur main sirf main, Apne hone par mujhko yaqeen aa gaya..


Smile More. Laugh often. Love Always !

Miss S.

Letter to myself !

It feels strange typing these first words after neglecting my diary for so long. I actually fumbled around the page. I had been busy. But not so much that I couldn’t have squeezed in a few minutes of writing every week. I could have. But I chose not to. I had started doing what everyone else around me were doing, mimicking their pastimes, their routines. It was work, studying, watching movies, getting together with friends, eating out…the usual stuff. Not just my habits, but my whole personality went a sea change. I became more ‘social’; not extrovert, just more open to mingling with other people, small talk, taking the initiative to talk to people around me. I actually chatted up random strangers, which is so unlike me, given my total lack of social skills.

I got so involved in this routine, this ‘new’ me, I had long neglected the things I loved to do. Writing, watching obscure foreign language films, reading and re-reading the authors I cherish, traveling, amateur photography, sketching…stuff that had always created and contributed to my happiness, a world I loved escaping into. But once I got stuck in this new web of superficial pleasures and pastimes, I became too lazy to get back to doing things that I love. Sometimes in the middle of a conversation, when I’m unusually chatty, I halt and mentally stare at the person I’ve become. And I realize it’s not the real me. Being more confident, the feeling of belonging to the ‘normal, everyday’ people has been fun. But who am I fooling? It’s just so not me.

There had been surprise in their eyes and an awkwardness dangling invisible in the air, when I interacted with the people I’ve known for long and who were well-acquainted with my introvert nature. And there had been moments when my ‘friendly’ attitude, new and clumsy, seemed too upfront to people and created misunderstandings, that were totally uncalled for and embarrassing. And my idle mind, crammed with just exam MCQs and ‘small talk’ of the day, devoid of any creative pursuits, fell prey to daydreaming. I did few pretty stupid stuff. I don’t like this new change anymore, though I had secretly always craved it!

Each person is unique, with their unique quirks, and flaws and passions. I am a shy person. I prefer catching up on my reading on a Saturday night. I freeze at the thought of making small talk. I like reading novels about vampires and girls addicted to shopping. I don’t like rowdy parties, picnics and prefer small, intimate gatherings. If I fall in love, I love to love alone, cherishing the secret. I love being silent and contemplating a thousand thoughts even amidst a crowd. And in the past few days, my mouth hurt from grinning too much at jokes that I didn’t even find funny. However boring it may sound or is to others, that’s me. That’s who I am. And who I have been in the recent past is totally contradictory to my real self.

Be true to who you are, do what you love…irrespective of what the world thinks about you. Life’s too short to be wasted on pretense of any sort.

This post was MY advice to ME. It feels great blogging after this long gap. And it feels really gr8 to have found ME again !!

Smile More. Laugh often. Love Always !

Miss S.

I am

I will sing, I will laugh & I will dance..I will hv fun bcoz I Celebrate who I am..

Smile More. Laugh often. Love Always !

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