The scribblings

Someone asked me once,  “When do you look the most beautiful?”                                                    I say in the morning.                                  After I get up from my bed;                                                                                           with my hair untied and lips uncoloured.                                                                           And nothing to hide those pimples and imperfections on my face.                                      In that state I look at the mirror and say                                                                              “Damn it! You’re so beautiful.”                                                                  And no matter what the world think about me,                                                                                           I realize, the beautiful me is the real me.

It doesn't pain when you are hurt. But it pains more when it heals. 'Cause every step of healing makes you temember the way you were hurt.

Everyone's mind doesn't work in the same way. And if I don't understand anything, I don't. No matter how simple it may be. Because even though it may seem a 'PIECE OF CAKE' to you, it still holds a great importance for me.

I run; I fall I totter; I crawl I fight; I hide I kill; I die I dance; I sing I drown; I swim I cry; I laugh I kiss; I love. I do every thing I wish for. In my dreams, I live a thousand lives at once.