Blogger in Brief.

Here is at hand the lass who loves writing. Hail me over.

Lost are the days when i used to just root myself before my black screen and type my heart out. Now to coin some words to sentences i have to strain myself and concentrate on the grammar and its styles. Words don’t come easily to my tips, there comes the needs to search them; which is yes, new to The Persistent. She used to talk hours and still have lots to talk, she used to just NOT think and still have lots to write. Writing was innate in her and she knew it, and she did it. But now, sigh, fast forward that.
What a year could do to me, I have seen. It could make me lose my mind and yet, still the same comportment could be kept. It taught me that by default, changes are constant for everyone. It made me conscious about how immaculate way any-buddy could be - very convincing and faking all the time; up and above. I have realised things that eminent philosophers teach us on changes after they have seen life - in and out. I have been taught that there are some relations worth keeping and worth relying and worth letting go. I have seen what money, beauty and legendary could do to you, seen how easily promises could be broken than kept folded, felt that laid-back nature you could put forward when fib out hard lies.

Over the years i've found out, that things and people I care and love wont stay long. So I take pictures of my favourite people wip my naked eyes, and carry them- irrespective of what they've given me- the good memories and the bad ones too. Where do you belong peeps? ;)

Don judge me for I wear, not for my complexion or for my work. Not for what people say or what you tink of me. You know Faraana? Then believe in her :-)
'm not sure about you, but if I were to project myself into some, I would have  fallen in love wip myself so easily :-P a little lame, but hey! Its true ;-)


To those who made it till the end: wakao!

As the day breaks, Mr. Sun cast its light on the creatures, and I sigh out , thanking that a day passed. I walk on, overlooking the dirt that gets stuck on my foot - never was dirty fields my case of worry. I survived among dirty minds, dirty thoughts and dirty people. Experience, people say, but I would rather tag it is my own allegiance in being myself. Back then, I used to be semi permeable to habits- be it good or bad. Now rather my wall is standing opaque. I’m rather interested in being myself than care about the dirt beneath my foot.

Hush hush, says the ocean - Coz Faraana is counting her #blessings.

World is indeed a better place if you know whom to live with :)