Wednesday, 18 April 2018

A Letter to Self!

Dear me,

For as long as I remember, you have been like this. Crazy. Mischievous. Black sheep. And that makes me love you even more. Because you are not like anyone I come across. You are unique and you have been so since the time I knew you. Do not change. You set new standards. Don't let the society dampen your spirits, corrupt your identity and throw you as another rubbish in the ever crowded human jungle.

Yours truly,

Saturday, 14 April 2018

I Stumbled!

I stumbled;
When love touched me.
Before I knew I was falling -
For you!

Tuesday, 10 April 2018

Hold my Hands!

Sweetheart, hold my hands;
walk in the journey of life
To make memories.

Saturday, 7 April 2018

A Page from weekend

She got up early with an excited smile and energetic demeanor. Weekdays are always fun, isn't it? As if a little reward for the monotonous weekdays. Wake up - cook - eat - get ready - travel to work - work - eat - work - travel back home - clean - eat - sleep!

Weekend, on the contrary, is full of fun. It gives an opportunity to look different, explore different things and live a little differently.

That weekend she decided to doll up and walk around random streets. What can be more interesting than exploring a new place? But, somehow she ended up in a shopping outlet. It was new and she had not been there before. She thought it would be fun to do some window shopping and see the new trends of the seasons.

The security greeted with a smile and welcomed her with a shopping bag. She tried to control the urge, but she fell for the styles and fabrics.

While waiting in the long queue near the exit, she looked at the overflowing shipping bag. "Do I really need them?" She wondered. She left the shopping bag nearby and walked through the exist.

It was sunny yet out of nowhere breeze hit her, as if hugging her for the small step she took - to step out than be caged within the illusion of happiness. Can happiness ever be bought? Can good memories be made as easy as swiping the card across the machine?

These questions seemed philosophical to her. But sometimes it's alright to do something totally different, isn't it? After all, it's weekend!!!!

Sunday, 1 April 2018


In this world of -
Selfishness, greed and endless impossible expectations,
Crave for peace. Happiness. Satisfaction.

What is life -
If the soul is haunted; or mercilessly murdered?
Crave for more happy dreams; work to make them come true.

In this world of -
Selfishness, greed and endless impossible expectations,
Believe that good things still happen; good hearts still beat.

Thursday, 22 March 2018

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

From the Book Blurb
It's a new school year and Greg Heffley finds himself thrust into the harsh landscape of secondary school, where undersized weaklings have to share the hallways with kids who are six-feet-tall, dating and already shaving. While Greg's days are focused on school survival, he's happy to have Rowley, his reliable punching-bag sidekick, along for the ride. But when his best friend's star starts to rise at school, Greg tries to use Rowley's newfound popularity to his advantage. "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" is about everyday secondary school experiences and author/illustrator Jeff Kinney makes us recall our own childhood as we look back on just how perilous school can be. The warts-and-all experiences of his alter ego, Greg Heffley, are recorded in a diary that Greg's mother bought him to make him more "thoughtful." But as Greg says, "Just don't expect me to be all 'Dear Diary' this and 'Dear Diary' that. If she thinks I'm going to write down my 'feelings' or whatever in here, she's crazy." However, as in all the best coming-of-age stories, what Greg Heffley says he won't do and what he actually does are two very different things

About the Author
Jeff Kinney was raised in Maryland, USA. In his mid 20's, Jeff Kinney decided to write a book loosely based on his childhood that would encapsulate the funniest things that happened to him and his family over the years. He had never intended to run Diary of a Wimpy Kid on the Web, but the opportunity came up to post his story on as he was developing it. The book launched in May 2004 and has since had over 20 million visitors. Jeff Kinney married his wife, Julie, in 1998 and the couple has two sons. He and his family now live in Plainville, Massachusetts.

My Thoughts
To begin with, the cover page is colourful and also has a picture of have the main protagonist Greg looks. The book blurb gives an idea of what can be expected from the book - life of a boy who steps into to middle school.  

In the beginning of Middle School, Greg's mom presents a diary and the book is all about what Greg  writes in his diary. He uses it to describe his day to day events. Other characters in his life are people his mom, dad, older brother - Roderick, younger brother - Manny and his best friend in school Rowley.

Greg is crazy, naughty and stupid boy -  just like any other boy around! He is also funny and very ambitious. He looks life in a very hilarious way and that makes the book very interesting. There is not a single boring moment and it is excellent. 

Watch out for some hilarious description of incidents better Greg and Roderick. Also Greg and Rowley. Of course, the comic strip Greg creates.

I don't want to be a spoiler. So I stop here. However, let me tell you that this book is so interesting that your kid might start appreciating  reading  as a hobby

Personally, I think kids of the age of 9 or above can read this. Not those below that. And grown up kids like me (adult is the word, I know) can read this too. It'll surely appeal to everyone between 9 and 90 or even more. 

Go for it.



Sunday, 18 March 2018

Birth of a Writer

When pen and paper
Make steamy love together
The writer is born!

Friday, 16 March 2018

Miss Me Not!

Miss me not, my dear.
Close your eyes and relax.
I'll pick you like a feather;
Cradle in my eyes.
And usher you to sleep.

Miss me not, my dear.
I'll meet you in your dreams.
Let's hold each other's hands;
Talk random rubbish.
And relive the comfort of togetherness.

Miss me not, my dear.
Trust me, I am you.
Embedded in your mind and soul;
Enwrapped by love and care.
And with you forever!

Monday, 12 March 2018


What to do?
Some people are like that.
They don't say goodbye.
They just walk away, leaving haunting silence behind.
And we have to just watch them vanish into thin air.
They also take our light with them;
Leave us in darkness which is surrounded by emptiness.
But, we should not complain.
We should just watch them go; accept the silence.
If possible, throw their memories to the universe and wish that the gravity doesn't throw it back to us.
What to do?
Some people are like that.
Selfish and not courteous!

Friday, 9 March 2018

Empower men!

End the hues and cries to empower women. They know their business and have been trained to respect and take care of not only themselves but also all others since birth.

Instead let's empower men to respect women, treat them like another fellow human being and take care of them.

May the men be empowered enough to shun ego and male chauvinism; so that they realise that humanity matters most.

Please end the hues and cries to empower women. It's time to empower men !!!

PS: Everyday is women's day as much as it is men's. So what if it is not March 8th but 9th?!

Saturday, 24 February 2018

Under the Yellow Umbrella

I've been thinking about this all day," he said between kisses.
"All. Day."
Who was she kidding? She'd been harboring this fantasy for weeks.
Samantha Chase, Wildest Dream

Tuesday, 20 February 2018


The oscillation between feeling of someone's absence and one's own solitude is remarkable

It often stops and then the reality hits. It transports us to a land of awesomeness where there are just thoughts and more thoughts. It is amazing to note that it always devoid of the pungence of reality; enveloped by the air of oneness.

Memories! Such a cheater.
So addictive.
Dangerous, yet tempting.

Thursday, 15 February 2018

Midnight Rumblings

And the night is here...

Dark yet radiating with the velvety hues.

The silence has enveloped my surrounding

I toss and turn -

Missing your warmth beside;

Filling the vacuum with your rhythmic breathing.

It could have been a special day -

Another sweet night; dreamlike.

But it's not!

For I miss you and feel empty

Like the sky on a no moon day.

I feel like the stagnated water; 

Waiting to ripple.

I glow though as your memories run in my mind,

Succumbing to nonchalance;

Hoping to hold you tight at least in my dreams.

Like the tiny illumination in the corner of nowhere.

I smile - surprising myself;

I realise what a natural part of me you've become.

Nothing is real and the surrealism is a temptress.

The night is giving way to the dawn;

I feel peace taking over me.

I count each second as the butterflies flutter within.

And I wait...

To taste sweetness of your presence again!

Tuesday, 30 January 2018

Until I Met You...

Until I met you
I didn’t realize that I could be loved too.
Love could mean happiness too;
Togetherness too.
I didn’t know love could be mutual and forever too!

Sunday, 28 January 2018


Deepika Padukone, Shahid Kapoor, Ranveer Singh
Aditi Rao Hydari, Jim Sarbh
Sanjay Leela Bansali
Sudeep Chatterjee
Background: Sanchit Balhara
Songs: Sanjay Leela Bansali
Jayant Jadhar, Sanjay Leela Bhansali, Akiv Ali
Bhansali Productions
Viacom 18 Motion Pictures
Release Date
26 January 2018
2 Hours & 44 Minutes
Sanjay Leela Bansali’s magnum opus Padmavat (formerly known as Padmavati) is a poetic presentation of the valor and glory of the Padmavati, queen of Chittor who defeats the ruthless Delhi Sultan Alauddin Khalji with her resolute demeanor. The movie is loosely based on the poem written by Sufi poet Malik Muhammad Jayasi in 16th century, who praises both the beauty and courage of the Rajput queen who lived in 13th century. There are a lot of controversies relating to the poem itself; if it is a fragment of imagination or narration of real life incidents. Having said that Padmavat is a celebration of womanhood which highlights strength of women and the heights she could go to protect her self-respect and honor! Each frame is rich with not only grandeur but also with convictions.
The dialogs for the film (written by the direct in association with Prakash Kapadia) are amazing. They describe the glory of Rajput, cunningness of Alauddin Khalji (Ranveer Singh), helplessness of Mehrunisa (Aditi Rao Hydari) and the shrewdness of the eunuch Malik Kafur (Jim Sarbh). There are several moments where we hoot and clap. The movie celebrates the glory, courage and honor of the Rajput. Ironically, the protests were going on because the activists believed that the movie demeans the Rajputs! The cinematographer has brought the bygone era with splendor and opulence. It is impossible to take eyes off the screen or be amazed at the level of detailing that has gone into each frame. The background music often gives goosebumps, elevating the mood and evoking the right emotions. The songs are catchy and Ghoomar leaves us speechless. At 164 minutes, the movie indeed feels a little stretched, especially in the first half, considering we know the storyline including the climax! Although the first half concentrates on establishing the characters and the shades of relationships with each other, it seems exhausting. Even the richness seem to become redundant. However, the second half compensates and leaves us spellbound – climax specifically. The final dual between Alauddin Khalji and Raja Ratan Singh (Shahid Kapoor) could be blah and understated (because we have witnessed Bahubali of the worlds), but the impact that the actions of Rajput women create alongside is tremendous. There are multiple disclaimers in the beginning of the film about the historical accuracy and that the movie doesn’t encourage Sati/Jauhar (Self-immolation). However, the climax turns out to be a depiction of the power of womanhood, their courage and how they defeat the Sultan through self-immolation. Queen Padmavati self-immolates not because of fear or helplessness but to preserve her honor and dignity, to avenge the Sultan who not only hoodwinks her husband and kills in the battlefield, but also her soldiers. As she rightly mentions, the women fight the Sultan in their own way; in a way no one has fought before!
Ranveer Singh as the Sultan of Delhi is menacing and cunning. When he is onscreen, nothing matters – the richness, the beauty of sets or the brilliance of co-actors. Ranveer shines and mesmerizes us with his stellar performance. He is the best thing in the movie and he makes Padmavat a more compelling watch. Shahid Kapoor as the King of Chittor, a man with high values and courage, delivers a subdued performance. He is not timid, he is just helpless most of the times. Yet, he abides by rules and makes us feel proud. Deepika Padukone as Rani Padmavati is handsome. I know handsome is not the right word, but I don’t know any other word that describes her character or the way she has carried off herself. She is a go-getter and a no nonsense person who has the ability to motivate and persuade others, who is both beautiful and bold and teaches us how conviction can also defeat the opponent. A true hero. Who cares about the thesis relating to the factual accuracies and if Rani Padmati was reel or real? Because her story is appealing and still relevant; let’s just believe that she existed and that her traits exists in each woman’s heart forever.
In short, the movie is a true dedication to womanhood if not to the Rajputs or the depiction of Alauddin Khalji, as debated by historians and activists. It is worth your time and money. 3D only brings the characters and events closer to you though they had actually taken place nearly 800 years ago.
Take your family. Go for it. Feel proud and celebrate the heroism of Rani Padmavati!

Friday, 26 January 2018

Chapter 2

Karthik did not know where he was. It was only darkness around. He looked up and noticed that the sky had neither moon nor stars. He felt lost and hopeless. “Shakti”, he cried in despair. But he couldn't find her anywhere around.

Slowly fear started to engulf him; the darkness started to scare him less and her absence tortured him. Then, he saw a tiny light emanating from far end. He walked towards the light. As he neared the spot, he saw Shakthi.

Her skull was ripped open and her eyes were red with blood. She smiled and said, "I am going Karthik. You can enjoy your life. I will not trouble you anymore". Soon she vanished into smoke.

"Shakthi, don't go. I am sorry”, Karthik cried. He wanted to vanish into a smoke too. “Karthik… Karthik…” he heard her voice again. The sound which seemed to be too far away and feeble became clearer and nearer eventually.

With a shudder, he opened his eyes and looked around. His eyes were moist but he smiled with relief when he saw Shakthi lying on the bed. She smiled back too. He gently caressed her fingers. He saw that a tear escaped her eyes. He immediately wiped it off and said, "I am here Shakthi. Don't worry. We all are here. Sleep well. You will be alright soon".

She smiled again as she mumbled, "Will you be alright too? Will you not worry too? We are all here for you. Karthik…" In the mid-sentence she dozed off. It was very difficult for her to speak. Her mouth were dry and she had to think long to find the right words. Her head seemed to weigh a ton and even breathing was hurting her. But she had to reassure him. She had to let him know that she is there and she will always be there for him.

Karthik kissed her forehead gently and let his tears flow. Those tears didn't make him feel week, but strong. Very strong.

Each day in the hospital was an opportunity to rediscover each other. Karthik would tirelessly sit next to Shakthi, hoping that she would open her eyes. When she does, Karthik would be excited and reassure that she will be alright soon. He would tell her that doctor has said that she is showing a good progress. All along, she would be looking at him intently until she fell asleep again. He was living only for those few minutes when her eyes would be transfixed on his. Her silence and her reassuring smile was all he had. He realized the he could do anything for that and relentlessly wait for that. Sometimes, it would make him recall those days when they were still dating. He would wait for hours together just to meet her for a couple of minutes. The cycle seemed to have come a full circle. That’s the beauty of love, isn’t it? It lets silence speak too. It makes life worth living.

“Karthik, I am very sorry”, Shakthi murmured one day while oscillating between consciousness and unconsciousness. “I should never have fought with you. Blamed you. Doubted you. At least I should have been careful!”

“Shakthi, I should also have taken to meet your dad. I should have understood that you have lost your parent and that you are deeply hurt. Instead of being a moral support, I was in my own world without realizing that you are my world. Anyway, past is past. Remember that everything happens for a reason. All I want is you to get well soon which you will. I want my Shakthi back. I can’t imagine living without you”, he said.

A few minutes of silence took over the ICU ward and the only sound were the sobs in the middle of beeps of the sophisticated machines in it.

Then, they heard a mild knock on the door.

Thursday, 25 January 2018


“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”
― Jim Bishop

Tuesday, 23 January 2018

Thaana Serndha Koottam

Suriya, Ramya Krishnan, Senthil, Sathyan
Karthik, Keerthy Suresh, Nandha,
Suresh Chandra Menon, Thambi Ramaiah, RJ Balaji
Vignesh Shivn
Dinesh Krishnan
Anirudh Ravichander
A. Sreekar Prasad
Studio Green
Aadnah Arts
Release Date
12 January 2018
2 Hours & 18 Minutes

My Thoughts
Thaana Serndha Koottam is Vignesh Shivn’s second directorial venture after the much loved and appreciated Naanum Rowdy Thaan. Apart from this, there are multiple other reasons why there were lots of expectations and hype around the film:
·         The full-of-life sodakku mela song
·         Interesting trailer which was sprinkled with clap-worthy dialogs
·         Suriya’s different avatar (read not as the angry and mostly shouting Duraisingam from the Singam brand wagon)
·         Senthil’s re-entry into the movies after a long break
·         Star value – Remya Krishnan and Karthik among many others
·         Storyline inspired by the Akshay Kumar starrer Hindi movie named Special 26 which was also much appreciated. In fact, Special 26 was inspired by the 1987 Opera House heist in Mumbai.
And the list just goes on…

However, what makes Thaana Serndha Koottam a blockbuster is the way in which the director has narrated the story and how he has reached out to the audiences with the simple/funny yet impactful as well as relevant dialogs. The characters’ graph and the back stories, ROFL moments as well as dialogs that evokes claps, crisp editing, picture perfect cinematography, brilliant and energetic background music further add to the all-round entertainer.

It was a delight to watch Suriya onscreen as Iniyan. As the name means, he was sweet and brilliant. He owns the screen inch by inch and carries the weight of the film without a tinge of hesitation. Remya Krishnan as the double faced angry-young woman named Azhagu Meena aka Jansi Rani was extraordinary. It was also a pleasure to watch veteran actors like Karthik and Senthil. Suresh Menon as the greedy officer Uttaman was apt. However, since his dubbing was done by director Gautham Vasudev Menon, it was impossible to reminisce the villains of kakka Kakka, Vettaiyaadu Vilaiyaadu and so on.

The movie would have been worth 5/5 rating if the following two clichés were avoided:
·         The hero is the only physically fit man in the gang. All others are comedians or weak. I mean didn’t Thani Oruvan have a strong battalion? Isn’t that possible? Or do the heroes still fear that the supporting actors could overshadow them? Or should the screenplay writer should be blamed?
·         Is it mandatory that the hero (who is in a mission) has to fall in love within few minutes from the start of the movie? Should the heroin be used only for songs and some random out of context scenes?
But, these are minor hiccups which could be overlooked. After all, Thaana Serndha Koottam is a mass entertainer.

So, this festive season, take your family along and go for Thaana Serndha Koottam.
Because it is a feel good film with a social relevant storyline which also offers tons of rib tickling moments.

Saturday, 20 January 2018

Thursday, 18 January 2018

Letter to a Friend

My dearest,

I know that life will not be the same without you. You are more a habit to me; a part of my existence now. But, as you say, everything that has a beginning has an end and life is nothing but a vicious cycle of beginnings as well as ends. Who knows? This could also be a new beginning for us. After all, I believe that no one could leave anyone. Definitely, you could never leave me. Because you'll be cherished for at least a lifetime and your memories will be treasured. Wherever you are, remember that I'll be there when you need me.

With love,

Your friend!

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Books - Soulmate!

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
Jorge Luis Borges

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Your Name

If my heart had mouth;
It would have uttered your name.
Dear, did you know that?

Monday, 15 January 2018


Words are not a perfect assimilation of letters.
They are not their shapes;
Or the color of ink.

Words are imperfect assimilation of thoughts.
They are the articulation of a little heart's beats;

Adorning the colors of many dreams.

Saturday, 13 January 2018

Sands of Time

Moving on is the beauty of life, isn’t it?
If the waves doesn’t mercilessly wipe away our footprints on sand;
We would forever be stuck in the sands of time!

Friday, 12 January 2018

Dancing to the Tune of Life

“Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can't name the tune.”

― Deepak Chopra

Thursday, 11 January 2018

The Secret of Life

Close your eyes and smile.
Let the darkness usher you to the gateway of happiness;
That's where peace is.
And my dear, peace is the oxygen for your soul.

Think about everything you have.
Believe that dreams come true;
Miracles do happen.
After all my friend, your journey is unique.

Trust me, darkness will magnify even the tiniest light.
Hold on to that;
That's your inner light.

Because, that's the only secret make life beautiful!

Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Peace Sounds Like...

Dearest, peace sounds like -
Your gentle breath on my chest;
Which emanates love!

Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Stupid Me!

I unlock my phone every now and then to check if you have messaged me.
Of course you have not!
If you had, my mobile would have beeped.
Stupid me!

Monday, 8 January 2018

Chapter 1

“Shakthi, please open your eyes… Shakthi….” Karthik rested his head against Shakthi’s shoulder. He was battling with not only his tears but also with the fear of losing her. Life without her seemed unimaginable. The eeriness of the ICU ward was anything but threatening. Somehow, the place smelt of death – death of his ego. Yet, hope was spreading its wings, bringing the memories of the days of togetherness and joy. Karthik could not believe that it was only two years since he met her on his friend Prakash’s wedding. Shakthi’s grey colored half sari and the messy long hair would have gone unnoticed in the crowd if she had not asked, “What’s wrong with our bride?” overhearing him carelessly tease, “Poor Prakash is trapped now!”

Karthik never believed in love, commitment or marriage. In fact, he was like a bird who feared all of that. He was trying to establish a software start-up company at that time and was frustrated at the fact that climbing the steps to entrepreneurship was anything but easy. But, when he saw Shakthi, the second time while travelling in Chennai’s local train, he knew that she was meant to stay in his life; at least forever.

“I am sorry Shakthi. Please open your eyes”, Karthik murmured again. He didn’t know how much time had passed when he felt some slight movements from Shakthi. When he looked towards her, he noted that she was slowly opening her eyes.

“Did you get scared?” she asked. Her voice was feeble and her doe eyes teary.
“I almost died!” he replied.
“I love you”, she whispered
“Will you do anything for me?” he asked teasing her.
“I love you”, she repeated.
“Will you jump from the train?” he asked reliving that Sunday afternoon when he had proposed to Shakthi in the local train.
“I love you”, she said with a smile which only the feeling of homecoming brings.
“Hey!  What do you mean by that?” he asked; once again repeating Shakthi’s response from that Sunday afternoon.
“I don’t know. But I love you”, she said and touched his cheeks.

Meanwhile, Shakthi’s older sister Poorni informed the doctors that Shakthi has gained her consciousness. They came to check her and declared that there is nothing to worry anymore. She asked Karthik to meet outside the ward and said, “She has to be under observation for at least month in the hospital and she would need another six months to get back to normal. There are multiple fractures as you know”, she said in the professional yet compassionate tone. Karthik nodded, silently thanking all the Gods and guardian angels although he was an atheist.

“Karthik, sit beside me. Don’t leave me”, Shakthi mumbled as she dozed off. Her mother ruffled his hair with motherly care and Poorni offered to stay in the hospital that night with Karthik. He just smiled and turned away to look at Shakthi – his life. More memories came gushing towards him.

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Polka Dots

The beauty of art is that it can take (m)any form!!!

As you know, I have always been keen and excited to explore new things. Art is a vast ocean and requires nothing more than one’s interest to invest some time in it; of course some money as well. But, the degree of satisfaction it gives is immeasurable.

I bought dot painting toolkit to make some bottle and canvas painting. I thought that mini canvasses could be made very beautiful with the dot painting and mandala art technique. But, when I realized that the same tools could also be used for nail art, I was elated.

I scrambled through my vast collection of nail paints, chose 3 colors – black, white and pastel pink. After making the dots and once they were dried, I also applied the top coat. Tada! My nails were ready!!! Try it out. It’s a lot of fun, I tell you J

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

A Perfect Shade of Grey!

You say that I see only white;
That you look at black also.
And I think that sums up our togetherness –
A perfect shade of grey;

The color of life!

Monday, 1 January 2018

Happy New Year 2018!!!

And here dawns another new year…
Bringing along hope…
Giving a purpose to dream; opportunity to retrospect…
And of course, to restart!

Isn’t that the beauty of New Years? A reason to look around, pause, think and act a little differently. This becomes more important because we often react and fail to sit back and think why we did what we did!

Ask me, and I would say, that’s exactly what I am doing now as I type and plan to do over this entire day. No, I am not talking about unrealistic and often unachievable resolutions. Instead, I am saying that we should just think if we need to change our perspectives, approaches and a few habits for a better living. Life is more about living in a way we want, right? We should never accept things for granted and make routine be the master of our lives!

Such days also comes with an excuse to call people who are now confined to our contact list and nothing more. Let’s decide together – we’ll meet people or at least make a call to them instead of letting “wassup” texts rule our lives. I think the sweetest sound is the voice of people and the silence of nature. Can the fanciest or the latest ringtones ever match it?

Indeed, many of us would have partied today (would be partying today) and let the intoxication take the better of us. That’s okay! But, can we also tell ourselves that this year we’ll focus on our health? Both physical and mental. Small steps like taking the stairs instead of the elevator, eating our meals on time, consciously reducing the number of cigarettes smoked, forcefully drinking at least two liters of water a day would surely bring visible changes to the body and brings an exhilarating peace to the mind. Can we try that? At least over this month? As I said, let’s take small steps. Let’s stick to one month plan for now, what do you think?

Another thing, I have noticed that social media and virtual connectivity has made us live a life different from what we are. Selfies and groupies mean more than making actual memories with people around. Looking at others’ statuses, posts and images or reading publicity-inclined news in the media only makes us feel insufficient or makes us crib. So, on a daily basis, how about noting down what made us happy that day? E-diary is fine. And, let’s not share that with anyone. Let’s not put down in the social media. Guess what? When we are genuinely happy and at peace, it would radiate through us. And, mind you, it’s contagious!

I am not sure if I am sounding preachy. I just wish that we love ourselves in as intimate way as possible. Such love would only multiply and grow until it extends to everyone near and dear to us.

So, let’s start this New Year with a positive note – with a smile. Let’s decide that we’ll love ourselves more and work towards our well-being for our own sake. Don’t mistake my statement for being selfish. No, I don’t mean that. I say, lets prioritize ourselves - our mental and physical health. It includes our loved ones too; their well-being and happiness. And as I said, our positivity and good vibes will surely make our loved ones feel good. And vice versa.

So, my dear readers, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
This year, lets focus on happiness; the inner happiness and not the social media kind of happiness. You know what I mean, right?

PS: I have decided to write every day and post everyday (like I once used to). Reason? It used to make me happy and give a reason to observe and think. Simple!!!! Small steps, as I said! J