P!nK BoW

How do we know that it's for us? Any kind of love or affection. There's been a time when the whole package of every emotion was directed right by me to the person next to me. So why in the world would I believe now that there's a better package with my name on it? Why would I accept it now? Well, acceptance is a long way. Why would I acknowledge it? I didn't get the things when I wanted. I got some things when I was grieving. I got some better when I was in denial. In conclusion without any mistake of mine, fate or destiny or some kind of positive energy sent all its love, and affection to me, I missed it. How was I supposed to know that was for me. How was I supposed to be sure that this wouldn't hurt? How am I now supposed to be okay with the fact that there might never be something like that ..that I've been offered? Who do I blame? Universe? Fine. Screw you, universe. God? Fine, Goodbye God. Lucifer? Well, he minds his damn business. So no. Maybe I just sit...

Lately, I have been lazy. I wanted to step out of my room and I found myself on the terrace. I was just walking and leaned over the rail. I saw a toddler in a blue t-shirt trying to get away from her sister's hold. Whenever she tried to get away, the elder one was running behind to hold her to make sure she isn't going to fall. I saw a cute dog on the grill of a balcony. It was really cute. Sitting there having no worries, staring at the beautiful sunset and green trees. I turned to my left and noticed the apartment name of the building that was there for like 6 months. I saw a grandpa walking and his grandson annoying him. He gently opened the door and let the grandson into the house and he went inside. Ee sodi antha enduku antara. Vinandi. Patience lekunda potundi mik. So what ante. When we are young we never really have to care about anything. A dog can just sit and I called it cute. No efforts. No thinking. No boundaries. Thinking and lining boundaries are what makes us hu...

I hate that we have only 24 hours a day. Internally screaming that 24 hours ain't enough! I need more. We need more. The concept of 24 hours a day and 12 months a year is crazy. Some crazy-ass person wanted 24 hours a day and here we are.  He wanted 12 months with specific names and we have May.  Who names a month May?!  Like dude!  May what! May-be or May never. I wanted different names for months.  Instead of September maybe sea timber 😂  (That's my birthday month y'all. Seatimber.)  I guess July doesn't suck that much right. I don't know. If I had to, I would come up with better names. Who the hell set these days and hours and weeks. What if there were 32 hours and 52 months? And people with damn high IQ, yes, we would work only for 9 hours even if he have 32 hours. You dumb-ass , the whole point of extra hours is more time for Spotify and Netflix and keeping up with the Kardarshians. We would get older later. We would actually crave and miss our b...

So no one told you life was gonna be this way! Your job's a joke, you're broke Your love life's DOA. Ikr. It's like you're always stuck in second gear. When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month Or even your year, but... My job's a joke and I'm always broke. It's hilarious to even pen that damn thing down. I work. Lol. So continuing with the but over there, it's late at night and my mind has this crazy idea. What if there's a policy in every company that would cover all the food cravings. Like Craving's claim. Kinda gross but listen. I scroll through my Instagram and find this amazing Mac and cheese. I go to youtube and there are ads about McD and KFC. And here is the nightmare! Dah-tada-dah! Zomato notifications. I mean I would be all whining about life with myself and this guy is sending me notifications like, " Nak telusu. Nen unanu. Biryani order cheyandi 50% off pondandi. " Like bro. Bokka telusu niku. Bokka unav n...