Imagenation comes alive

      

Once someone said I think too much and I need to stop it . That I am emotionally too week to survive in this practical world. At that time I could do nothing than to agree more to it , and I tried to do it too. I stopped sitting on my chair in the balcony with my deep contemplation, gazing the stars and imagining  things, I stopped it all. I thought of being practical and tried to be that person he wanted . Going through this misery, one day I just felt like "why am I changing and throwing myself through this hell for someone who doesn't even gives a shit about me ?". After that day I felt like I was back and I was back with a bang . 

I think the way I am makes me " me ",the one I love , the one I appreciate the most. He might have concluded that I am better off without my over thinking and emotions , but only I know how over thinking and emotions works for me. Sitting on that chair in my balcony is like sitting on a sit in a rocket and revolving around the possibility and searching new ways to satisfy my hungry mind wanting for more . Sitting on that chair is like a grandma sitting on a rocking chair carefully knitting the plans one knot at a time. And when I am done with satisfaction of ideas then carefully knitting my plans, I make my imagination come alive ..

croptop : my own design / blue jeans / shoes : gifted

This croptop is my proud possession. I make it with a waste silk fabric (hardly a half a meter long) abandon in my college's gt classroom and that see through fabric uselessly laying on a corner..  

when one blooms in its full beauty bloom, other on the other side losess its lives

 The true nature of life .One lives and one dies ...
                            Some day I will die too, someday I will lose all my beauty bloom , someday I will have weaken bones and someday I will fall down ... That day is someday . I guess it was not this day . And when I will be no longer here , I wonder when and who will remember me , what they will remember about me ? This questions hunts me every night and day  .. what will they remember? I thought about it ,,, but I concluded, in the fact that I was never there for anyone . I was here in a isolated world of my own, contemplating ,understanding myself and writing on this blog all alone . On second thought why do I even want to be remembered ? Oh yes ! If I dig in inner core , I don't want to be remembered I would like an easily go . No one crying on the funeral. It will kill my departed soul to see tears on those I love the most . Feel sorry and guilty for the sorrow ..
               And when I die I wish noone cries, I wish noones feels that it is end of his life.