Posted in The Untold Story

How Did I Know it was Him?

How did I realize it was him out of all the people I met? Well, he is not someone who can be spotted easily in crowds, not one who will be found in noisy streets. He is the kind of man they usually don’t write about now-a-days.

He will help you clean the dishes when you are overburdened with work. He will hold you tight when you are crying. He helps you collect your pieces together when you feel all shattered. I love him because he is not at all afraid to tell me what hurts him the most. He is the one who accepts me the way I am, accepts my flaws like they are stars that shine on his sky.



When I am not busy scribbling and sketching away on little pieces on paper, I am found cozying on my recliner enjoying movies and cartoons. A dreamer and an artist, I am in love with all things beautiful. Prefer Bukowski and Gulzar over Shakespeare and Tagore. And nights over daytime. Anti-social and friendly in the same breath. Desperately trying to bring being nice in vogue. This blog is an itinerary of a girl amidst the cacophony of metropolitan life facing the struggles & unexpected surprises that life offers.

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