Twitch your nose. And laugh. Now

There is a sad sad song I just heard  and couldn't help but think about the many things in life that we take for granted. No, we don't do it deliberately, or do we?

When was the last time you hugged your mother? Or danced in the rain? When was the last time you bought your pet gifts? And laughed with your nose twitched at a cheesy joke? Or cooked for your best friends? When was the last time you remember remembering all these things?

When will we learn to value that which is ours, without focusing on acquiring that which is not ours? When will we learn when to be satisfied?

Don't you mistake me. I am not trying to establish dictatorship. AND, mind you, there are SO many things I take for granted myself. I am so used to, it had turned into an emotional construct. But I am trying to not. Before it is too late.

Go, curl up in your bed with a cup of hot coffee and a book by your side and listen to your favourite song and watch Kung Fu Panda later. And when it rains, don't forget to count the drops. Haha, dance, I mean.

Be happy, happy, happy! :D

I woke up to some random song blaring at my ears today. It was 1 'o clock in the afternoon, but - Hey, its a Sunday! Apparently my roomies were having a 'very good time' in the lobby (which is right next to my room) absolutely oblivious to the two people trying to get some sleep inside the room. I sat up, and for two long minutes made a face *pissedoff*. Like you'd get scared of me had you seen me then.

But then, I thought hell why? Why should I be pissed? It was a peppy song playing *radhalikesthedancefloor*, I like the dance floor too, didyu know? :D
I danced all the way to the kitchen (much to their shock), danced myself to the breakfast and all the way back to the room. Woohoo. :D

Now Playing: *chal bhatak le nah Baawre. :')

You know, life's going good that way. I haven't been able to finish 'Reading Lolita in Tehran' and its been a month, I have turned into sucha slow reader. Talking of change, there are so many other things that have changed. But you can't expect change to not happen you know, whether you like it or not. Like me turning into the 'Angry Young Man'. (although the more I get angry, the more I learn to channelise. And the more I learn NOT to implode.) Oh, and the seasons, 'changing'.

Winters are here! Honestly, I don't like the cold one bit. :/

What I DO love about Winters, is the Golden sunlight. Rare and beautiful. 

Anyway, Winters are here. I am a angry young woman. and the times are changin' my friend.
And the truth is, you cant do a thing about it, except for be happy.
Because every winter comes with its own share of sunlight.

#nowplaying:

And this song makes me miss Sweta so much!

*ami shudu bashoori-ro shoore te. :')*

I love Sundays! I am so happy. :D

P.S. - My blog is in Coma, and I am the doctor. \m/