Time is as uncertain as life..
Suddenly at the stroke of midnight when the nation was sleeping, my insomnia accompanied me and the devil's workshop started its work...
Human mind is very fragile and temporary they say, so if one day someone asks me or someone else about me, that how I was, there should be an answer to that question...
Hence, I decided to list things that are very close to my heart and which best describe me...This will obviously exclude my closest people.....For that matter it won't include anyone....Only things and feelings with which I feel alive....
And since it is not that small a list, if I happened to forget something, I will definitely edit and add it.....
It's something which will be a looking back place for my old self...becauze you never know, I may forget myself someday..... (The Ghazni effect one can say; the movie, not the ruler)
PS : some of them I used to do..Some I still do... And many are there which I haven't ...Ever..Till now.... :)
Jazz.
Guitar.
Classical music.
Books.
Smell of bookstore.
MY pillow.
Sweets.
Ma er cooking.
Aroma of tea.
Sound of ocean waves.
Moonlit sea beach.
Candles.
French windows.
French windows.
Thunderstormy night.
Autumn.
DDLJ.
VeerZara ~the music specially.
Letters to Juliet.
The Holiday.
I can't cry in front of everyone and known to find negetive things in every aspect to ruin it before it could ruin me....I am my worst enemy emotionally speaking, because I try to control every situation... That's why, I tend to escape in romantic comedy movies which have happy endings...
Old pages of diary.
Wooden floor.
Smell of approaching rain.
Winds.
Camera.
Photos~ hard copy (yes I'm old school).
SRK.
Mustard yellow (sarson ka khet ofcourse).
Breakfast dates.
Dance (not that I can).
Roads with trees on its side.
Aimless walks.
Aimless walks.
Real Conversations.
Stupid conversations.
Talking without thinking (with people whom you can depend on, with your life).
Bike rides.
Kal ho na ho theme (one of the very few things which makes me cry).
Sound of dry leaves.
Old monuments.
Sea cliffs.
Genuine laughters
Standing outside during the kalbaisakhi and inhale all the dust that brings with it the essence of the approaching mangoes...
Genuine laughters
Standing outside during the kalbaisakhi and inhale all the dust that brings with it the essence of the approaching mangoes...
Nachos
.....<3
