My Life My way ..... : My First Love

My Life My way ..... : My First Love: First of all Happy Birthday.............................. :) :D to my laptop DELL INSPIRON 5520 (people who need specification can google ...

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Purane kapde....ya naye

It was the last day of Ganesh Chaturthi I was wearing a beautiful white chikankari kurta hand-stitched by one of the local tailors. It was looking so pretty and me too definitely 😉. I actually had stitched it specially for Ganesh Chaturthi but for the entire 5 days did not get time to wear it or you could say it was raining very heavily so I was worried about it getting dirty. Finally, on the last day, I wore it while going to my cousin's place. All the time I was just worried about what if it gets dirty, my manstruation date was due so I was worried what if it gets stained. Since it was raining heavily what if some car splashed water on me. Not one but a thousand questions 😏. And to be frank with all these questions I wore it till Visarjan and when I came back home just changed into my old clothes ... started doing all the work wearing that same old t-shirt which has one hole on the sleeves given by a stray dog. My old clothes were already stained with turmeric stain whic...

GEC day's will i get back??????? No never even if i want i won't get this days back , I Won't get my friends back, neither will i get those teachers, that time back ..... GEC i.e the Goa college of Engineering , there is something in it's name that only people studying in this college will understand it makes you a true 'Engico' , a true person, teaches how Engineering life can change any persons life . I'm in love with GEC from 1st year on words when I was in first year I loved this place I loved the rainy days in GEC , I loved the chilling and silent nature of GEC slowly I also started loving people over hear . I was living a true college life , every day was new , every semester was new , everything was new to me everyday . It was my one of the favorite place . The day every semester ended used to make me cry because there was one counter which decremented the no of days i would be in the college. At least once in a ho...

Stepping into his shoes

I tried running and stumbled I tried walking incapable of even a mile They were heavy? yes They were uncomfortable? Yes They weren't fitting me? Yes Gazed at my feet they were damn ugly Stood there wondering how could he do it with such ease? He could run while sick He could walk regardless of loads He made it look simple with a calm and peaceful face He proved the overrated world of patriarchy and misogyny incorrect by just being in those shoes Stepping into my pappa's shoes was damn difficult for me. This poem is dedicated to my pappa. pic credit: Google images

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