Some people are not manufactured for royal treatment. They have a peasant tendency and are happiest in their tiny world.
There are some elements in the society, that will always remain puzzles to me. For instance, the vegetable and grocery shopkeeper, the newspaper guy, and me for getting my mind boggled by them.
“What are you doing? This ain’t school!’ I had to shout at myself last month when I went for eye testing
With a spinning head, I’d like to break a common notion today. Just because someone’s doing what they love, does NOT mean they have an easy life.
I can work on the bean bag, lounge on it, hug it, and even have a cozy nap on it. It is so intuitive, I wonder if I’d ever find such a perfect soulmate.
I promise to write few lines with the intention of putting up a smile on your face. One day, I hope you fall down from your chair, clenching your tummy, laughing hard at my diary entry. When that happens, please tell me immediately. I’ll fall down my chair too, with tears of acknowledgement and happiness.