Ye tera muntazir,
Tu riwayat hai...
The world is magical and I am its princess.
That's what I have been told since childhood.
Living my life so peacefully with my beautiful family, who would have thought that this same magical world would actually...
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Dear life, How do I tell him that I understand him, How do I tell him that even though my life looks perfect to look at, it is not cause all the time, I think that he is not okay. How do I tell him that its him that matters most to me, and I do not care how perfect my life is.
Oh dear life...
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Kuchh khaas hai Kuchh paas hai Kuchh ajnabi ehesaas hai
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His Disaster
The breeze around the lake was refreshing, offering a perfect contrast to the sunny afternoon. The sunlight shimmered on the water, creating a serene view that I couldn't get enough of. Manika, on the other hand, had her own ways of "enjoying" the moment—by poking the poor fishes in the lake with sticks, stirring up little splashes that made them dart away in panic, after we were done building our tent in the camping destination.
"You're going to scare them all away," I said, half-amused, watching her with a smile.
"Eh, they're fish. They'll come back," she replied with a mischievous grin, swirling the stick in the water like a kid.
"Why do you even enjoy doing that?" I asked, shaking my head as I watched her go at it.
"Because it's fun!" she said, her curly hair bouncing as she poked at the surface again. "Also, it's kinda therapeutic. I'm making sure they stay alert—building their reflexes, you know? I'm basically a fish coach."
