The you I know is
One who gets up
When she falls;
She comes back,
When she goes;
She regains her positivity
If she happens to lose it.
She wins
If she happens to lose.
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The Happyness Project – April 20, 2018
Little moments in our mundane days make our day a happy day. When my life was engulfed with a lot of chaos a couple of months back, I practiced gratitude, a habit of seeking ‘happyness’ in the little things in life and acknowledging the people behind the happy moments. It got solace to my restless soul and happyness to my heart. Once again, I continue on THP, wherein I list down at least 5 things/ people/ incidents which made my day a “Happy” day which I call “The Happyness Project (THP)”. Continue reading
The Happyness Project – April 19, 2018
Little moments in our mundane days make our day a happy day. When my life was engulfed with a lot of chaos a couple of months back, I practiced gratitude, a habit of seeking ‘happyness’ in the little things in life and acknowledging the people behind the happy moments. It got solace to my restless soul and happyness to my heart. Once again, I continue on THP, wherein I list down at least 5 things/ people/ incidents which made my day a “Happy” day which I call “The Happyness Project (THP)”. Continue reading
A letter to my niece – Niva
Dear Niva,
Hello my little angel, how are you ? I know you can’t read as of yet, someday when you grow up; I wish you find and read this letter.
Collecting Flags !
I have a weird confession to make to all of you. So here you go –
I often check the Flag counter on my blog. AND I relate the views from a particular country to the people I know from that country who MIGHT be reading my blog !
A Trembling Trail
My voice seldom trembles. But it did, last night. The lump in my throat was so hard to swallow that my voice trailed off for a few long seconds. “I need to go for the meeting, I will speak to you later” was all I could manage to whisper between the sobs I tried to hold back. Going back home, took an infinity. The cab driver took the longest route back home, and for the first time; I just didn’t mind. I listened to all of the saddest songs in my playlist on repeat mode. My heart was numb and my mind was filled with grief. Shock and disbelief were mere understatements. I found no appropriate adjectives to describe how I felt. Moments went in a blur.
