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The Beautiful Indecisiveness!❤

‘Shopaholic‘, ya you may refer to me as that. What else can be thought of, when in every now and then, you have cycles of thoughts, striking your mind, flashes of your favourite malls, round the clock, and all the sales and designs trending on your mind and more special thanks to the social media handles , which in this very Era of Artificial Intelligence and “all your choices on your fingertips” triggers my wants and desires to the fullest, I keep scrolling and almost then coming to the point where I successfully imagine myself in the design, consequently convincing myself enough to go for the purchase. My uttermost love for the designs, pricking and pestering me every now and then to look much beyond the feeling of contentment with all those I already have in my wardrobe, where in this world, can I go to satisfy my wants at once.

“Money can buy happiness” what made me utter these, with free consent, diving deep into it, I found the very justification that this money apparently spoils many, but it has left me spellbound while making my wardrobe delightful . The world is so colorful, full of magnificent shades of happiness, and drawing a perfect analogy, my wardrobe definitely deserves to reflect this very feature, doesn’t it?

The beautiful rays of positivity, The Sun shining so bright in its utter charm , the gushing wind, making the curtains dance in rhythmic flow , all opening my eyes and making me do smile. What’s next? What’s the motivation… The milk and toasts placed on the breakfast table, won’t get attention, this early, let’s first decide which color would suit me this day, which outfit would embrace me this morning. Opening the wardrobe, having the uneven combination of some columns , well arranged while the others way too messy, spotting the pretty colors of butterflies,in the collection of my outfits. Although some attires have got to turn loose while others showing a tendency of losing the colors , in near future, showing signs of compulsory replacement, but how can I replace them…the more they grow old, the better they comfort you.The clock keeps striking and warning me that I might run late today, but how to handle this beautiful indecisiveness, how can I head off from this perfect moment of adoring all those colorful attires flashing smiles at me, glowing in utter glee. Amidst the indecisiveness when the perfect refree ‘The Mirror’ calls to declare the results,I don’t know why does it always convinces me towards selecting the addictive black outfits, however loose they might appear, however old they might date back to. This attitude apparently goes to reflect itself so well everywhere that I hardly miss any opportunity of shopping black attires and all those accessories that can suit well on those for sure.

Shall I thank my black outfits for always paving the roads of complexities of my indecisiveness in deciding the color or shall I declare those black outfits as selfish beings, for always flexing themselves, extra over the other attires.

To all those, who can relate it well, don’t you feel that every #OOTD story on your social media handles deserves black outfits, some extra. Stories are incomplete, wardrobes appear unsatisfied, good looks stand unachieved without the royal presence of these black OOTD for sure. Cheers to the attires that make us shine brighter .

The Warm Whiskers

“And since that rainy morning of July, I can’t recall even a single day, when they failed to pass their bright smiles and greetings to me…”

This story dates back to the year 2013, when life used to be full of leisure, full of wonder, when the mere target of completing 10 sums of mathematics was given the name of burden, when the day used to get over soon at 9 p.m. with the bedtime stories and the morals being the Crux of the whole day, when being an over pampered kid full of tantrums was excusable. Although everyday, at that time used to be a fun day, but I still cherish that one beautiful morning of July, when I woke up with joy, spotting droplets of rain on the window glass, as beautiful as pearls, giving me a good signal that it was a ‘No School Day’ .Hopping with joy, all around the house, switching on the Television to give a daily check on the gadget that Nobita and I was to learn about, to make Nobita’s day better but unfortunately making him fall in trouble again at the last of each story. Who won’t remember this beautiful Earless blue robot cat from twenty second century addressing our problems and suggesting all the ways to get out of them.

Suddenly, after a couple of moments, I heard some unusual cries, as if someone was in distress, as if someone was seeking my help. Immediately, peeping out of my balcony I found two little puppies, shivering out of cold, in this stormy weather, where it was raining cats and dogs. Catching this glimpse, the hero inside me couldn’t stop from rushing downstairs, with towels to wrap those kids, safely. Heading towards them, I found the two poor children, in a situation where they were barely gonna survive themselves for more than an hour or two. I held the delicate beings, In my arms, one in each, I was left spellbound to take a beautiful glimpse of their innocence . The one in the right arm having a royal white fur, running all over his skin and the other, covered in blonde color of delicacy, having unique strawberry shaped eyes, and then without causing delay of even a minute I carried them to the veranda Area, placing them gently over an old warm quilt. Meanwhile it took some time for them to dry themselves, the thought that kept haunting me was that once when I had asked for bringing kittens and puppies at home, my parents got to declare that it couldn’t happen ever, the reason being no one having enough time to take good care of them… however glancing at their beautiful faces, I eventually got my happy-go-lucky vibes and became ignorant of all my fear soon.

The happiest experience was catching the site of them grabbing slices of bread from my hand, out of utter hunger. Me, being convinced by the fact that the blonde kid was having strawberry shaped eyes, named him as ‘STRAWBERRY’ and the other as white as snow, deserved to be called as ‘SNOWIE’.

Strawberry was a notorious and hyperactive child, who took no time to rush around the whole house, and checking every other stuffs, coming in his way while Snowie showed the tendency of a gentleman, moving not even inch without my permission. Overall I was loving the way, they had moved on and forgotten about the fearful experience they got to face that morning. Playing with them, running after them, the next five hours passed with the blink of an eye and suddenly the doorbell rang and as I had correctly estimated it was my mom, standing outside the door, holding umbrella , complaining about the weather and me, being the one who couldn’t dare to utter even a single word, was busy serving her quietly with water, waiting for her to comfort herself well, before I begin with the tragic story of Strawberry and Snowie. Hardly did I know that the story of was a self explanatory one, all thanks to Notorious Strawberry, who came running with his tiny paws, in front of maa. That day, I realized the power of innocence and that it can convince everyone, universally. Despite of the fact that I made space for two puppies without any permission or information, my mother was overjoyed at that situation, cheerfully welcoming them and lifting them in her arms, feeling their warmth and after placing them at their place, she was flashing her pretty smile at me, implying her assent to this act of mine, but consequently raising her eyebrows, indicating me to explain the whole tale that ended letting Strawberry and Snowie inside our home. She hugged me , as soon as she came to learn the incident in its entirety, why wouldn’t she, afterall she was so proud that I abided by her teachings of always extending our gentle help towards others.

My whole evening and my whole home was adored by the scintillating presence of two angels in the form of Strawberry and Snowie. That day being a hectic one, caused us to fall asleep early in mother’s lap.

The next day, welcomed a bright sunny morning , the sun shining at its best, blessing Strawberry and Snowie, fom the above. The two kids were then busy peeping out of balcony and smiling at their mother, sitting right at the place, they were picked up from, yesterday morning. Their mother, extremely eager to meet her kids, who had fortunately survived a day full of hardships. Soon , I took two of my friends to their mother, and all of them were dancing out of joy, on being reunited. Running late for my school, I bid a good adieu to them, with some slices of bread and milk.

Who knew that it was the dawn of a precious friendship and since that rainy morning of July, I can’t recall even a single day, when they failed to pass their bright smiles and greetings to me…

Strawberry never fails to lick my feet, whenever he spots me while, Snowie never fails to take good care of mine, accompanying me each day, to the parks, for the evening walk.

They are the creatures who are loyal and royal enough to protect and take care of us, against the odds, who shower their blessings and love upon us, selflessly. Only a gentle smile of yours, some affection and a little help can light up their lives and make them rejoice. It’s fun being around them, making them a part of our lives and being a part of theirs. Afterall loving them is like earning love from them

Just one more ice cream please!!

Mom says, she got to cherish my first ever broadest and most long lasting smile, the day she experimented my taste buds with delicious crushings of ice, coated with bright brown chocolaty chips, sweet inside out, overloaded with creamy layer of delight, tasting too cold yet so tempting for a kid aged not more than a couple of years. My expressions, were more than enough for her to imply that it got to make me fall in proper true love with its taste, I mean who won’t, ice creams are the stuffs that can make even a person deprived of his taste buds , fall in love with the mere thought of grabbing a bite of ice cream. For the sake of love , I have for ice creams, which mean more than just a dessert, to me, I have often ended up romnaticizing the stories of ice creams.

Time changed everything, so did it in my context of love for this particular, and I have observed the level of my love, skyrocketing , with each passing day for the want and thoughts of ice creams.

No power can separate me and my ice cream desires, no seasons, no stipulations can win in testing my love for it . Rebuke from parents, at times, convinced me genuinely for staying from these, in extreme winters, bht I often ended up having each of its bite with the attitude of “I’ll face, whatever it costs”

Sometimes bt virtue of demand, sometimes in the form of reward, other times, in the name of presents, and at times, with the excuse of cheat days, ice creams manage to find occasions to attract my attention.

Counting calories is not less than a crime, while you get to grab the ice creams, for the sake of it, you may go extra and extra on your workout routine, but it doesn’t deserve to be compromised with, at all. I have often dreamed of landing somewhere, in this universe , wherein, lies a world of ice cream . Just like we have floral gardens and water parks, can’t we manage to have ice cream parks and gardens.

Ice creams often remind me of the summery months of May June July, when to get some relief from heat, we used to run to the ice cream parlors, ironically, in the scorching heat, outside, when in the name of late night assignments, I often used to commit thefts in the refrigerator, stealing all the ice creams, efficiently. And when even after being forbidden, in the months of December January February, the sweet bells from the street , of the ice cream vendor, got to attract me and have some of it, later being caught by the creams that made whiskers of it, above my lips and sometimes making my nose appear pink, by its cream.

Don’t we just love the way, how it in different flavors and colors, treat our taste buds to make them happy and taste damn delicious in all the worldly ways. Imagine being exhausted on a scorching sunny day, spotting butterscotch ice creams in your refrigerator, that’s heaven. Not only this, I can make you imagine n number Of such reasons, you would be loving ice creams beyond anything else. So that, when someone asks you, what do you want, you can contentedly claim “JUST ONE MORE ICE CREAM PLEASE”❤