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In our life we have many people who come and go… we remember some of them while we forget some… well there are moments when the people you forget remembers you… I know this might be confusing for some but people who knows me well knows that I am very confusing…

Well people who read my blogs on a regular basis might know me very well… but on the other hand when I sit and think that what I know about them then, I come to a conclusion that I know nothing… isn’t that unfair?

This blog is going to be a blend of different things that are going on in my mind and people who cant relate to this or cant understand this kindly forgive me… a friend of mine got angry on few weeks back because I said SORRY to someone though it was not my fault… he told me, “why did you say sorry, while it was not your fault?” well I just gave him a smile and started walking further thinking on his question that why did I actually say sorry… then I thought what’s the BIG DEAL!!!

I really don’t understand what’s wrong in saying sorry to people… that doesn’t shows that I am weak or something but just that I don’t want to get into a cold war with someone I hardly know…

People at my work place are my colleagues, some of them are my friends but most of them are just COLLEAGUES… and it really doesn’t matter whether its my fault or no and who is saying sorry… but what matters is a good relation at my work place… the fact is that some of these people will leave in a month while some will go in years and what is important for me is the work I do…

I love my work place though I know many internal politics going on there but still I love it because I know I have to be and I am away from all of these… well now moving from my work place to my family life… people in my family don’t understand why am I frustrated at times… well its not their fault but it is because at times I too don’t know why am I so frustrated…

There are times when I don’t want to talk to anyone and just spend my time with a book and some good music… it is not that I ask for something that is larger than life, I am just asking for some time for myself…

My best of friends at times don’t understand me… sometimes I don’t understand them… there are people who have just gone away from me… far away… there are times when I sit and cry at nights thinking about a person who has gone far away… not that my first love or something but a nice friend…

I have two best of friends and among which one of them has just taken the friendship in a wrong way and is being away from me… also there is a new crush in my life who doesn’t replies back at times… there is a brother who keeps fighting, there is a person who keeps competing with me, there is a boy who keeps giving me GYAAN … well my life is a mess… and so am I…

Well getting late for gym now… and then have to take calls and again keep listening to people, have to see at people who wants to compete, wait for people’s replies, listen to people’s GYAAN and everything…

Ciao… take care…. Keep Reading… keep Blogging….

Written by Chaotic Soul

Ashmita Chatterjee is a Creative Writer/Blogger from Mumbai. She is an Enthusiast, Straight Forward girl who has found joy in Writing Blogs. Ashmita is a Loud Creator of Amazing Blogs, Short Stories and Erotica at Chaoticsoulzzz! She started her blog in 2011. When Ashmita is not being very busy, she can be found Writing, Reading, Eating, or Recklessly Travelling with her loved ones. She is known by the name of @chaoticsoulzzz on her Twitter and Instagram.

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