Dark Chocolates

Woh! I had one hefty weekend with my friend, who I was able to enjoy with after almost three years! Yeah, we met in between the years but it was either for only a few hours or something was upsetting about our life. Well, but this time around we had immense fun. We went out partying, and the next day to the campus where we spent all our time together few years ago, and realized how far we have come. We are two changed individuals, knowing how to carry ourselves in a better way than what we did in college. We can't pass of as 18 anymore, where we had a billion insecurities about ourselves and no clue where our life will go. We never thought much about ourselves and now we have a self-esteem which can't go wrong. Then. (2011) Now. (2017) Do we really look any different? Yet we are! The tattoo talks, the hair color talks and the talks about getting another piercing were not what we talked about "all the time".I was just checking out an article regarding t

"Dear John" This movie had the idea about one moon and it was beautiful. It is one thing indeed which we share with everyone. Everyone that has been a part of our life, everyone that we have loved and lost, everyone that we love. No matter how near or far, these people look at the same moon which we look at. It's one thing we all share.

My dog is chewing my laptop screen. I am tapping on the keys. I have my Skype logged in. My google drive has a few unfinished links. I am wondering about my novel. I am waiting for a call from my spouse and I'm mad. I am wearing his sweat shirt because it's cozy and I miss him. I am planning to block an annoying friend on Whatsapp. I am also planning to give extra classes to few kids at a school for free. I can't stop thinking about the hookah I had last night. I can't stop being envious of all the couples who were there celebrating "valentine's day" together. I also want to wear the pair of heels I just bought. My dog is now tired of chewing the screen and has fallen asleep. I had sketched a very colorful butterfly two days ago. It didn't look beautiful because I suck at it. I just had a few chicken kababs. One of my friend wants me to do food blogging. I only want to eat food and not write about it. Somebody just knocked at the gat

"Anxiety" might be a commonly used term to describe the state of restlessness. These days it seems like no one is "peaceful" anymore. When I met my college friend after a long time, I recalled who I used to be. Our view used to be the same and those were of being "satisfied" with whatever you have. It was about being happy in the moment for all that exists. But as time has passed by and new dreams and goals have developed, I seem to have lost a calmness in my heart. I might smile and be polite, but inside there is a havoc, I feel. A dire need to achieve something golden or to get recognized for a good work. Today, while I was writing an article for a website, I realized maybe it isn't about reaching your goals, but more about working on your skills to achieve those. When everyone says that you need to promote your talents, we forget that we need to improve them as well. Practice might not be enough, if we aren't paying detailed attention to it