This one’s an extract from a post written by me in 2015.
A quick life update about my completely irrelevant life: I have moved to Pune around 4 months ago and fell sick twice. Additionally, it is time you guys congratulate me for my promotion as an Assistant Manager.
I along with my two girlfriends have decided to go to Goa, the following year and right now my body weight which is 97kgs needs to go down a bit. I do not have a lot of time, but I am still taking baby steps. I have decided to change my eating habits and go for a low carb/keto diet. Also, there is an app that helps you rent out things, so I have decided to rent an air bike that at least reminds me of getting some work out done.
Worse thing is that I haven’t been able to blog a lot, so I am planning to start a basic cooking blog for keto/low carb diet recipes. Instead of a food diary, I am keeping a food blog!
Anyway, will post the blog details here when it is created.
Until then, Ciao!
It’s been ages since I have written down something interesting, rather something at all.
A lot of Indians like Maya had the American dream of being a citizen of the greatest economy of the world.
There have been many instances wherein I have given direct rather than subtle hints on the fact that I may need HELP.
This one was long due, wasn’t it?
She wore her new dress.
The day of love is just a few weeks away.
Do you read my blogs?
It’s time you follow me on #instagram
My handle is @chaoticsoulzzz
See you soon!
Maya woke Deva up and asked, “Did we?” He smiled and said,
I am the fat kid from school, who used to sit on the first bench, but not academically intelligent. I was smart, but not intelligent. I liked subjects that were considered to be ‘okay-ish’ – English! Science, Maths and History, never inspired me. I used to love writing in school. I used to write diaries back then, about my school crush, about suicides, about my dream and sadly a lot about Body Shaming myself. It was better to body shame myself rather than listening to the world outside.
When the lights went off,
The tears fell, she sulked, she cried
It’s the flashback from the past,
Why did he go?
Maya was scrolling down her social media page, when she heard a message beep ring.
Loving you and knowing, you won’t, hurts
Crying deep within, but a broad smile on the face, hurts
Not being a part of the special day, hurts
Wishing for your happiness, at the cost of my tears, hurts
Looking into the wall to find you with the others, hurts
More than a decade, but breaking heart in 10 seconds, hurts
Realization of not being a part of your life, hurts
Not able to share the feelings, hurts
You being like others, who left, hurts
You not choosing me, hurts
Moreover, it hurts that these things are not even half of what the mind feels!
This is just a rant…. Ignore it guys!!
Love and friendship are two things that can change your life for the good or worse.
“A friend is the one with whom you share some really good memories, a best friend is the one with whom you have lived those memories.”
Last couple of months have been so challenging.
In the month of May, me and my best friend aka The Lost Soul decided that we will try different cuisines for the remaining of 2018. Why is it a big deal?
Everyday was different for Tanya. New hotel, New men and new name. Tanya, a top level escort lived in a posh locality of Mumbai and worked as a freelance escort.
To be honest, coping up with the A to z blog challenge and being on a vacation is a lot of hard work. I do feel sometimes that I should give up my challenge for the year but then some idea strucks me and I wrote about it. This year there is ABSOLUTELY no content in my challenge but I’m still writing.