The revealed reality !

The word sorry make different attributes towards different minds. As a doctor consider it as like You’re dying and there’s nothing to help. And another sorry suggests it gonna hurt but sorry and the next is it gives redemption. But eventually at last it says same things and nowhere to choose we have to accept it sooner or later. People change I can see myself changing I can dump things straight out of my way like it never was there and I am getting scared of dark says black and white things I want colours in my life the only way I know my smile can become genuine. The things i aspired had left me nothing but heartless. I am made to be accept I am a bad soul or bad person at least. I outgrow my limits I had let my self respect so low just because people are better than no people and I was so wrong but whatever happened was whole lot crap let’s cut it out. Whatever coming is something to look upon and it must have to be the better at least if not best its just so frustrating to dwell upon an unclear way of life but hang on a little more patience and let’s see what happens next..but I still agree we need people and dramas to live a little colorful life and I’m dumb at this plate.

When we can’t find anything happening like exactly in our favour we want something to start over.life has a nature of drifting away in any worst case scenario it can make you plead the unheard attention you seek. So the best part is everyone go through the worst and in my case I found the helplessness so worst to handle that I lose myself and can’t promise I’m ever gonna win it back but whatever I made so impractical decisions that haunt me so bad and may always will I tried to look after every part of my life that had still been in places to take care of but it goes like I am at the last edge of wrecking myself.

Without career I don’t think anything asks you to stay. The world gambles entertainment and trade the vulnerability and so are we the players hereby sometimes fail but it throws you out when you don’t take the chance to make yourself seen.

P.S. An infant born May be showered from love but once it steps out in the world let it play lose win and stay.

Breakfast at my House

During the week we’re often walking out the door with a coffee in one hand and slice of toast in the other, but on weekends breakfast is never rushed. It’s a late affair, sometimes spilling over to lunch, with lots of reading and chatter in between courses of fruits, poached eggs, honey and toast. One of our favorite things we like to serve when friends are visiting are buckwheat blueberry pancakes.

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