And I met me...

A As usual late night and my usual hobby of wandering about life and pondering thoughts here and there. I don remember , when did I last visited this usual stop by diary of mine.. Well, now don be too poetic . Just that its been really long that I had my last post. And my personal busy ness is not at all responsible here. Its the "Telco Love" that's eating up my all the time. Time like I can't believe, its gonna be 4 good year in the 'Land of lovers' and still no plan to move on. I have always been a strong believer in destiny and had this thought that 'We can never be deprived of what we are destined for'.. Another example to add to life. When I reached the city of Greens and outrage, it was a different phase of life. Phase which was meant for searching what I lost in the journey of my experiences.. 'My Hopes and Dreams'. Though the Break point, Punjab ended as another experience of life. Here I discovered the carefree 'Me'.. Though I had been always one but then I had always been the sincere me- Sincere Girl of School, the Responsible President of College, the reliable asset of my organization, the ever-dependable lover, the sacrificing 'filmy' soul .. But then, Punjab happened.. In the city of kings I met, the carefree roamer , the abusive hard-core, the Independent lady, the flirt,the drunkard, the irresponsible and immature girl, the adventurer, the tough one, The innocent Kinder garden kid, the Loner who enjoyed herself... I met 'Me'. I learnt, to flirt and just be okay about it.. To Drink and drop dead without senses and still be ready at 9 for office.. To date and not feel guilty breaking up next month or week if got bored.. To be out dining and enjoying night by self, without being bothered to be questioned.. To be carefree and jump on sofa with a 4 year old best buddy.. To cook and not getting bothered if its worth eating or not.. And then I learned to grow in career and get my lost track back, to take challenges and get recognized for my strengths as it has always been, to speak up more loud and clear for I was more experienced and better with life than before... I learned to love back.. I learned to complain, which I never did.. I learned to be dominating for I am a woman.. I learned to Dream and then hope that dreams come true... I learned.. That how far one ever go, how badly one get lost... One always found way to come back to self and loved ones.. One always find way back home! Lots of Love! Anji

792

Yeah.. Its 16th of the March again and I have my usual thought process as always. 1am and I can't get enough sleep... This has become recent routine off late and reason I guess is addiction. Now, here for good I am not an alcoholic or drug addict, craving onto my daily doses. But I have gone into the spoil habit of sleeping in the arms of my love. This also puts me to an agreement that yes, babies no doubt love that cuddle in arms and the feeling of security they get there. I have had my share of this wonderful experience after 28 years again and this time in complete senses :) And this also reminds me that today I turn upto be 29. So, last year of calling myself into the 20's league and then I am gonna join the 30 club. Numbers, do plays an important role in our lives. Religion to identities... Important day in a history to important schedule of the day... They are all there.. Sometimes, an integral part of memories. Such that one can recollect a complete 3 hour storyline on 1 number. This one was lil filmy... But I can't help that.. I am a movie buff coz I will always love one fact.. Movies have "happy endings" unlike life which sometimes pauses with an unhappy ones. '792' I sometime feel being stuck with this number.. A number which have no identity. It neither belongs to me, nor have anything to contribute to my life- Present or Future. But, it pauses me - when I see an incoming call ending with this, or car number plate engraved with it. Sometimes, shop numbers, very rarely house. But, yes before proceeding with the next event, this no. do hold me for friction of second. It is said that past to be left in past and yes, like any other materialistic thing the number lost it importance, just leaving memories here and there. Now, we have other number making its importance, forming their own histories. Bringing their hopes. And one day, yes new will replace old for this is what the reality, the trend and what is right! Lots of Love! Anji