Beau Pondicherry!

A corner of India which is uniquely French. “Let’s go somewhere!” Pondy? “YEAH! Let’s go! ” So it began, a two-day vacation at the little city called Pondicherry…

Source: Beau Pondicherry!


To the girl who deserves better

To the girl who deserves better,
To the girl who deserves more,To the girl who deserves happiness,
not just sorrow and pain.

To the girl who’d rather hurt herself than him,
To the girl who’d cry herself to sleep,
To the girl who’s been through worse,
who’s now at rock-bottom.

To the girl who always finds love at the wrong places,
To the girl who now believes in fate,
To the girl who used to be strong,
but now doesn’t know what it means.

To the girl who helped others find themselves,
To the girl who made someone a badass,
To the girl who looks pretty when she smiles(sometimes),
You deserve better.

You deserve no pain, no sorrow, no agony,
no sleepless nights, no feeling of helplessness,
no desires to give up, and more importantly,
not to be second.

You deserve to be happy, you deserve to be loved,
you deserve to be trustful, you deserve to be treated right,
you deserve to live life not being under a shadow of doubt and helplessness,
not having to second guess yourself, not having to worry about someone else,
not having to think whether you’re good enough, because you are good enough. You’re better than good. You’re amazing.

One day, you’re going to realize who you truly are. You’re going to find someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be. You will find happiness and forget the past.
I have a dream that one day, you will move on. Remember, you’re amazing and you have everything anyone can ever want in themselves. You’re unbelievably strong , you just need to find it in yourself. And you will thank me for writing this because you know I’m amazing too.


Recently, a comment on social media caught my attention.

What’s the point of Nostalgia? Why do you want to relive something which happened so long ago? Why are you gloryifing mediocre examples of music? Acquire finer tastes and move on.

I did find this rather interesting. Nostalgia sure has an effect on people. “Ah. I remember dancing to this song!”, but what’s the point? We cherish the moment. We take  a moment relive the experience. We do things with the exact intention of reliving it in the future, by taking pictures.

That’s the point of nostalgia. If we forget to enjoy the little things, if we stop ourselves from enjoying a tiny moment of happiness, or sorrow, we stop feeling. Emotions make us who we are. We’re human. Enjoy the little things, along with the significant ones. It’s the combination which makes our lives beautiful.

That one friend.

To that one friend.
That annoying friend.That seemingly careless friend.
That “I-dont-care-about-anything” friend.
That pretentious friend.
That hilarious friend.
That weirdly intelligent friend.
That wanderlust filled friend.
That broke friend.
That always messy friend.
That melodramatic friend.
That cheesy af friend.
That high friend.
That smoking up friend.
That terrible-at-dating friend.
That dog-needing friend.
That friend who better treat after reading this.

That friend with great taste. (Ofc, they’re friends with you)
With oh, a RBF.


K bruh.

Why is everything so complicated.

Simplicit living is a forgotten way of living.

Why does everything need to be complicated?

From the “Lentils infused with a tinge of vinegar served with jus” to ” A 5MP front snapper with an octacore processor combined with the 1020Mah battery :Smartphone”.

Why do we need drama in our lives? To make it interesting? Maybe. Might be. Probably.

Why can’t everything be either black or white. WHY IS A GREY AREA REQUIRED.

You either like her, or you don’t. You either wanna go that party, or you don’t. You either wanna have lasagne for dinner, or you don’t.

You either want to live in a castle in Scotland, or you don’t. Actually no. Who wouldn’t want to do that?!

Why you should kill your friend.

Have you ever sat across the table from your friend and wondered what you can steal off them in case they died?

Erm, confession time. I have.
In face, I wonder quite loud. I always ask them what they’re worth. Not emotionally of course, they’re priceless. Yuck no. JK. I’ll find someone else.

“Sooo, your new phone. How much is it worth?”

“Sooo, your necklace. Platinum eh?”

“Your new scooter, you carry the keys with you all the time, right?”

“Your Bose headphones. Amazing right?”

They ridicule this. “Like you’d kill me” or “Like you’d let me die by the side of the road”. Nah. I wouldn’t. Or Would I? *evil laughter*

JK. I love your bitchy ass.


Stop Smiling.