Random nothings!

- A space on the terrace turned into a small room in DDA flats, in the north-west of Delhi. The smell of rajma chawal wafting. A young lad, in college, in between his studies, his classes, fighting with his sibling and parents, finds time to strum his guitar while sneaking in a cigarette with his friends around him jamming. That's the thought that popped in my head when I heard the strumming of the guitar at the beginning of the song, the first time. - A warm sun peeping out, the typical 'Sardi wali dhoop' of November, girl hanging out in the balcony, with 'chai', and the guy who has a crush on her, standing in a small 'kirana' shop right opposite her house, so that he could have a look at her while she pretends to have not seen him and continues sipping her chai, with a wandering gaze, while playing with her hair. " Soni soni si mohabbat ne kareya hai tang Kudi teri sohabat ne kareya hai tang rangeen fillum jaise dikhte hai rang" A so...

I do not give up on people, I never do. Sadly, they give up on me.  I guess I am someone who can be just dismissed. _________________________________________________________ People who express themselves aren't attention seekers. When you don't like someone's updates, why don't you just block them? If you don't want to block, use the option of 'hide from news feed', but stop judging. __________________________________________________________ I trusted people and shared everything, only for them to point fingers at me later. I don't influence others to behave in a particular manner with the people I don't get along. It just hurts when they take a decision on their own, and later very easily throw it on my face. What did I do? ___________________________________________________________ I realized, that when someone cries, the world sympathises and accepts him/her as sensitive. When someone braves everything quietly, gets labelled as ...