Happy to be myself again

Well, happy to be myself again.Life was in a mess in between.Had completely lost in touch with myself,my wants,my desires,my priorities.Was trying too hard for everything.Was too desperate for everything.


But now ,I'm back to my old self again,the happy me.I'm feeling really good nowadays.I'm feeling confident.I'm feeling sexy.I'm feeling beautiful.I feel as if I do have all the choices in the world.I've learnt that even though I'm a loner,liking to spend time with myself,Ialso like people.I have good friends who mean a lot to me and in turn,even I mean a lot to them.I'm not lonely anymore.I now know what is important and whats not.



And you know what,its really nice to feel the inner core of mine once more.Have removed all clutter from my life.Hence,my life has become more spacious and clean.Good things are happening,in their own flow.In life,if I've learnt something,its that one should not become too desperate for anything.If you become desperate,then things dont happen.If you want something,make a wish, and then give it time to happen. Life takes its own time to take shape.Give life that time.Do not hurry the process.Rather,enjoy it.


Happiness,like sadness is a matter of habit.Once you've felt the empowerment of happiness,you wont let things affect you so much.When your inner self is in peace,you woudn't want to disturb that peace at any cost.So you take all the little setbacks at your stride,without losing a grip on your emotions,and overcome it with full positivity.


As it is famously said,when you run too fast through life,you not only miss the scenery,but also the sense of where you are going.Learn to enjoy the spark,the magic in every moment.Discover yourself.Do things that makes YOU happy,that are important to YOU.Then good things will happen to you too.Life will become a beautiful journey full of happy memories......

Home

Home....a short,simple and grounded word. Home....a place everyone wants to have, a place in which people either have families or live alone in solitude,all depending upon what one comes home to.



What is this, a so desirable a place called home?? What does it take to convert a house,a room,a bed into your home??Is that kitchen where your mom made soups for you home,or the hostel room where you giggle secrets the whole night your home??Is your childhood town with happy memories your home or the big city with its independence,friends n a means of earning a living your home??Is your mother's lap the place you are most comfortable in,or is it your sweethearts loving arms??Is home that corner in a crowded house or is itin a whole house that belongs to you??



But then why choose?? anything and everything can be your home??Its all about a place that lets you be.Its not about years,its about moments.Years spent in restriction and rules can never be your home,whereas few evenings spent in your best friends kitchen can be like being in home.


A home is a place which sets you free,which is a haven away from the rest of the world.Its a place which lets you be you,a place where you can keep quite and introspect,a place which nurtures you.



Well,times up now,Ive got to get up and clean the cobwebs in the ceiling,After all,its my home,isnt it??