The Queen of Random Things

Many of us are in a relationship where we don't feel fulfilled and feel disconnected from the person. I was once taught to have consistency in order to achieve great results, and I knew that made sense, but I guess I forgot the same theory goes for everything in life. I have seen failed marriages where both the partners are going out and still maintaining their atrocious marriage, mainly because they are fooled that their partners are loyal. Some people pretend to be friends in the name of convivence because they cannot afford to be unknown to each other. I have always wondered how people manage to be in a broken relationship because I can't even finish a sandwich I don't like-- relationship is a far-fetched idea.  People change daily for various reasons, and that's in no one's hands. Hell, even I am not the same person I was at the beginning of the year. That does change our equation with people closer to us because we might outgrow an idea or thought process we co

 22nd August'22 09:32 PM I was flipping through some old boxes while cleaning the room  And so I came across pictures from 10 years ago.  I gazed at them and wondered, "Wow! Times flies!!"  I revisited that period in my mind, and tears came rolling down my cheeks.  I wondered where did she go?  She was such an innocent, bubbly young girl whose world was limited to her friends and her imagination.  I love her so much, even today, for everything she was.  It's like we look alike, but we aren't the same people anymore.  The inside version has changed drastically, and the change is beyond comparison.  I miss her dearly, but I am happy for she is gone.  If given a chance, I wouldn't like to bring her back.  The world was cruel to her, and she tried everything in her power to hold onto herself.  She had to evolve and speak the language of the new world.  The change was scary, but it was needed.  She loved that version of her, but she had to let her go for good.  A p

I wanted to share with my father that I am depressed, but my mouth would choke up whenever I tried opening it to discuss the subject. I had no courage to tell him I was depressed and thinking of ending my life. I couldn't gather the will to tell him that I disappointed him and that I was a bad daughter he shouldn't care about. It was a dark time of my life, and I don't exactly remember how I came out of it. But yes, it did make me stronger.  I was in Mumbai when this devil entered my life. I was lying on a bed in the living room, looking blankly at the wall clock that showed it was passed 1. All I could think of at that moment was to bring a knife from the kitchen and cut the vein of my left hand. "By the time my roommates will reach, I will be dead." these were my exact thoughts at that moment. A part of me was astonished by that thought, forcing me to sit and call the physiatrist. Thank god I had taken her number from a friend of mine.  After a day, I met her an

"Are you a boobs guy or an ass guy?" Yes, this is literally one question I have asked a lot of guys and men around me lately. I told them it was for the heck of a blog I was working on. But I wanted to know how many of them were comfortable answering and to observe their reaction to the bold question. Well, I am a curious kid, and my mind sometimes comes up with bizarre questions. It was fun to see guys getting baffled in a spotlight situation, especially when they don't know to answer such questions in the nicest way possible. I enjoy priceless reactions by asking them the strangest and darndest thing possible. This survey with no agenda was indeed a hoot and a half!  I think the male species is quite interesting. How they think, articulate, express, and show is intriguing and different from how females function. Yes, we are aware of it. But I guess we never gave the male species enough credit for bringing subtleness into our life. It is required too. I guess we underest