Poetry

That girl….

She wanted to flip the page…the page where their story ended,
But, something stopped her every time…
Sometimes it was the breeze of his memories and sometimes it was the paperweight of her love…!!! ❤

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Words from the Heart

Ignorance is Bliss!

And, whenever she talked about him…. She would slowly get all nostalgic and in no time she started to sound as if she was about to cry. Her eyes would well up and her voice would choke.

And when she got this full, she took a deep breath, gulped some water and with a smile on her lips, she just changed the subject as she drank her tears inside.

This is how we all dealt with pain, didn’t we??? We just ignored it and changed the subject…. And this shows people how strong we are. Truly, sometimes Ignorance is a Bliss! 😉

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Random Thoughts

That Girl . . . .

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She was the kind of girl who was usually quiet in large groups of people or around a lot of people. She always heard everyone but kept her response to bare minimum. It was like you only saw the real her if you were close to her. No one could actually guess that she’d be a revelation thereafter. She smiled and laughed a lot, especially at the most inappropriate times.
She was crazy and a hopeless romantic. Sometimes she was weird and sometimes like an angel. She was moody, crazy but very simple and honest.
She tripped over life’s struggles and relished every joy life gifted her. And she was the hardest person to offend but sometimes the smallest of things made her feel horrible.
She hated sharing her problems with anyone because she never liked anyone worrying about her. But whenever anyone around her, be it her friend or even a stranger wanted to share some stuff, she was the most obvious choice they had. She was a great listener. She was the living definition of a giver coated with simplicity and beauty who always preferred to think than to talk.
She was awkward, clumsy, weird, shy, simple, boring and sometimes strange…..But she’d accepted all the situations. Her presence was weak and people often unintentionally ignored her, but she accepted herself wholeheartedly. And that’s why she was Different. She was not like the other girls. She was happy and did not feel alone, because she was her own best friend. 🙂

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