Mymusings

  Dear readers, This is me penning down my thoughts at the last hour of the present year. Well I can hear the cacophony of beats, music and picture people doing all sorts of celebrations but I choose to reflect on the past. When my whole family is off for a picnic to Puri, I lay down on my couch and the reminiscences of the gone year pays a visit to my pensive inward eye.  People say sweet 16 is all enjoyment but huh? For me it was a period of unwanted transition. It was only March when I was sleeping with my parents but the reality seems to be a distant past. Time is ebbing away like a receding tide that will never return to the shore. I still get smitten when I pass the gate of my old school. Sometimes my soul wanders to the bygone carefree days when I would be eating the roadside manchurian with my boy gang and we would beat our brains to find silly reasons to cover up the reality at home. These things do appear trivial but I only know how my heart fills with pleasure and dances wit

Dear Readers, Greetings! Diksha this side. I am that crazy little girl who talks insanely to her mother about her own revolutionary ideas. Thanks to the matchmaker who made me meet the three of the most influential women of my life. One is my mother who listens to the twittering of the crazy girl in me with patience and tries to mould this soft clay into a lady. Other being one of my teachers who has ignited such a ravenous flame of penning down my thoughts. The third being Jane Austen,rightly called the "queen of literature."She has endowed me with the priceless understanding of wittiness and sarcasm through my dear Lizzy(my most favourite character), a fervour of candour and clamour through Cathy, the passion of treading on the path of killing kindness through Fanny Price and the most noble quality of bouncing back and fighting with your demons with a plastering smile through subtle Anne. I have two dreams that are yet to be fulfilled- one of being an enthusiastic gallivant