This is dedicated to last week and to the realization that relationship with a man is something not for me. Accepting this bitter truth of life with a gracious heart.
There is no polite way of saying it so I will be blunt. I'm in my 30s, do you think your flirtatious or brazen s**t is going to work on me? Awww, so cute, you are still a boy. If you are offended by my words, so be it. Because I'm a woman and I know how to handle any crap you throw my way.
FYI, love is based on respect and trust, not on your stamina in bed.
Seriously, this caption is too-too blunt. I'm a good person but it largely depends on how you behave with me. If you don't respect my boundaries, sixer hum bhi maar sakte hain.
Please respect women. A gentleman normally does. But then again it's your choice what you want to be - a dude or a dud?
Please note, there was so much rage inside me, I had to write 2 couplets to get it out of my system. The 2nd couplet is very raw. I was apprehensive about posting it, too. But then I told myself, honesty of expression is something I crave for, why hold back? Here's to liberating myself through words and being true to my pen.
Which one you like better - 1 or 2?
Today is Monday. I looked at the list of tasks on my planner. Then I looked at someone's picture. The former gave me a headache. The latter gave me sukoon. Damn, why so handsome? So, beating Monday Blues with someone's picture.
You, sir, make me so happy. May the universe bestow all the goodness on you.
Sharing 8 posts in which I've attempted the word 'waqt.' The first is an appreciation post. Ahem-ahem, I was lecherously admiring someone. Pardon my frivolousness! 2nd and 3rd are dedicated to him, of course. Rest bas ainvayi hi hai.
Which one do you like the most?
Sucker for hugs. Though there is only one person I want to hug in this entire world.
Holi reference. Not a Holi post. Courtesy @thebunandbeard - he told me there is a Facebook page where people appreciate my work. Thank you to all those who read and find my work worth sharing. Thank you, Yash.
Also, no one gets angry with me. But if I get angry, I don’t fight, I give silent treatment royally. After wasting my emotions on you, I use my words in an artistic way, not otherwise. Definitely not in yelling or arguing. With this declaration, I’m a step away from becoming a Yogini.
Uber - Uber Eats - and this ladies and gentlemen is the face of Uber Woes. Such a loser life I’ve - first no one offered to pick me up and then even the Uber guy cancelled the trip. But l hid the pain of that rejection under a smile. Because no matter what happens, a girl got to wing it. The smile is in the second picture. First mein toh sirf attitude hai.
P. S. Don’t forget to zoom in and look at the pearls I’m wearing. Dekho aap itna taiyaar hone ke baad bhi koi bhaav nahi deta. Kya karein?
I don't belong to a city anymore. I want to belong to a city, to someone and create my own little world. But I don't want to kill myself doing that the way I did all my life.
I belonged to Ambala once. I loved that city. But now I can never go back to it. Never say never, woman. So the better statement would be - I don't want to go back to it. I want a home, a city I can call my own. I want to explore that city, know all about it, the best places to hang out, the best restaurants, the shortest route to reach from point A to point B, the busiest roads during peak hours, the best street food stalls, shops where you get discount deals, the gas station which sells the best quality fuel, the best spot to watch sunset, the places to avoid when you are secretly dating someone, a favourite cafe and a local library membership. I want to fall in love with a city the way I fell in love with Ambala once.
About someone, no, I don't have the courage to make someone my own now. I can't bear another lie, heartbreak and breach of trust. I simply can't.
P. S. People have asked me to write about the tragedy that has happened, I tried but I am so sad to write anything about it.
Last 2 Fridays were so dull. Don’t even ask what all transpired. There was no company of any sort. Any sort - please note the emphasis on these words. Aap bas sharaab wali shayari padhe! I’m pouring out my angst through them. Such dull and dry life I’ve.
Which one would you pick out of these 4 to go with a glass of scotch?