To everyone who categorised us.

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You classified and segregated us in types like:

1 the obedient ones:
who no matter what, would never raise her voice against you, the gullible ones

2 the pampered ones:
the ones who expect the same kind of love from her in-laws like her parents

3 the spoilt ones:
the ones who love the self love stories, who love their mind, body, opinion before anyone else’s

4 the slutty ones
the ones who think they have the same freedom as boys do, the ones who are not stopped by night for anything they wanna do

5 the kind ones:
the ones who you can easily be convinced or forced to sacrifice anything even if it is their dream

6 the bizarre ones:
the ones who think age is just a number and who think aging is a concept just for the body not their heart or mind (I LOVE THEM THE MOST – THE TIMELESS BEAUTIES)

7 the pretty ones:
the fair, thin, classy, wears pink and does not apply make up, does not wear glasses ones

8 the intelligent ones:
the ones who can handle all the house work and still perform well in academics and excel at their hobbies too (WHO CARES)

9 the beauty with brains:
they’ re TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

10 fake ones:
the ones who apply a lot of make up, the ones who think getting ready without occasions and being over dressed is just okay and a matter of their choice
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but little did you know we weren’t old house scrap to be kept in boxes and wrapped .We were all books, while some had musical love stories in them, other had hardcore murder mysteries and you will never know when the OBEDIENT ONES would be done with the silent planning and start executing everything they planned these years, the PAMPERED ONES would accept the difference between parents and in-laws which you showed her and now she does not crave pampering from others, the SPOILT ONES would fall in love again with their own self and this time it will be stronger and forever, SLUTTY ONES would list down all weakness of these patriarchs while she hangouts with them, KIND ONES would again sacrifice but this time it will be with their consent and for them for the first time, BIZARRE ONES would use all their experience they got while aging, the PRETTY ONES whom you made to wear pink in order to be a girl would change their colour to red just like blood, INTELLIGENT ONES would collect all the tools like protractors and knives which she used while excelling at studies and housework and find another hobby this time which they won’t give up for you, BEAUTY WITH BRAIN ONES will show you they come for real and the FAKE ONES would start applying make up but this time not for a class or party but your funeral and then finally they come together to return you all the hatred coated in love which you gave her when she didn’t say a word.

 

–  Even in my most silent days I am a disaster about to occur
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Ain’t this too RISKY?

Dear you,
                   Does taking this risk scare you? What about the one you take everyday? Remember that time when you were really exhausted, came back home all tired and fell asleep on the couch? Did that not involve risk of the building falling down? you never know, but does that make you live on ground forever? Everything you do involves risk just the amount of it changes. When that was worth taking why is this not?
TAKE THE RISK, embrace it and wear it like you wear your favourite perfume and even if you fail, still love it because you loved it for once.

-An advice from a father to a daughter

“I love you” she said looking at the mirror

They told me love was how a father loved his daughter
How a mother loved her son
How Jack loved Rose

I wonder why nobody told me how my soul loved my body
How my eyes shed tears when my soul was hurt
How my lips smiled when my soul was happy
How my eyes glittered when my soul shone

I wish I was taught my type of self love stories

                                      -Self love is also romance

Live each day like it’s your last

I often hear people say “We should live each day like it’s our last”
By this they mean we must live freely but isn’t it true that we can live it freely because we know it’s not our last day and we have ample of time? Had we known that it is our last last day would we still have the courage to live it in the same way? Would we still keep the smile of our face and the sparkle in our eyes?
Not everyone is ANAND.


ZINDAGI BAADI HONI CHAHIYE LAMBI NAHI 

                      (One’s Life should be big not long )

MAUT TOH EK PAL HAI

                     (Death is just a moment)

                      -ANAND 


 

PC: Neha Sansare

When they don’t understand you.

Dear you,

There will be times when nobody understands you, but in this time you should not stop believing in yourself. Just because they don’t have the caliber to understand you and your opinions, does not make you wrong. Remember how we blamed out maths textbooks when our answers did not match? That is what they are doing, don’t let them put you down.

You are an ART, some people will understand, appreciate, call you a masterpiece, while some will call it a paper with figures and colours. All you need to know is that you don’t need them to believe in you, all you need is you to have faith in yourself.

If they don’t understand what you say don’t stress your throat by yelling for their convenience rather, just walk away.

 

                              Yours faithfully,

The one who understands you

PC: Neha Sansare