Once upon a time…

  Recently, i have realised something that i am a hypocrite . I always tend to do the opposite of what i say. Like if i am saying that being a well settled person in your life is the biggest goal you should have , you can buy what you want , wear whatever you love , travel to all the places you want to , thats what should be your top priority but at the same point i am lying on my bed scrolling Pinterest and listening to songs well thats not what you call a “well settled life”.  Its not like i don't want to but its like i don't want to . Ya this is the state of mind i am in right now. My mind says to me that if i can rest all day lie in my bed scroll anything i want why not do it? And i listen to that ya thats how i am , you can call me a procrastinator , sloth , lazy or a masochist who doesn't care about her future at all and loves self destruction. Right now i’m in a state where i am stabbing myself. I don't need a villian in my story i play that role perfectly fine ....

 Well Hello to all reading it or hello to the future me who will likely be reading it quite a few times after posting it.  One day while listening to random songs i saved on my playlist just because it was matching my vibe and washing the dishes i got this idea, why not start blogging? Yes , the thought was just as random as an uninvited guest popping up in your house without prior notice. After that i gave it a lot of thought and to be honest i have tried keeping a diary before but if you have siblings and you live in an asian family trust me its impossible to hide something, even if they get a little bit suspicious that you are acting weird their inner detectives come alive and at the end they find it and then you become the centre of embarrassment. So i thought maybe its safe to write a blog as no-one in my house is the kind of person who will read other peoples blog.  I am quite forgetful like if you are not close enough to me i might even forget your name. I don't re...