The author of this blog stopped writing here long time back. The posts published here embarrass her now. And hence, there is very little chance that she is going to write here again.

This blog is hence declared to be in a state of COMA.

Is it really love? Or is it just a crush?

Such an out of the world feeling! Simply beautiful, resplendent, breath taking! Passionate but oh-so pure and innocent! A feeling that makes me 'feel' beautiful, a feeling that makes me lose control of myself, a feeling that makes me feel 'blessed', as if I've got all the happiness that I could have asked for in my life. No other emotion can supersede this sensation. Infact, if you ask me right now, it feels like no other emotion can ever match up to the beauty of this aura! Oh god, is it just a crush or is it love?

Inspiration kills

There couldn't have been a more negative statement about the concept of 'inspiration' than the one that constitutes the title of this particular post (Yes, the summary of my first year has been sidelined for now). And I am well aware of that. But it holds true, for me at least.
During my long hours of loitering in the virtual world, I come across so many blogs, so many websites, so many 'endeavors', actually. I am fascinated by the number of people going great guns, when it comes to their lives and dreams. Sure, such people inspire me, inspire many, actually. But to be honest, this inspiration kills me from within and I better admit that by now.

My first day of school

Dad and I enter the school gate, as probably the custom is, me holding dad's index finger so tight as if I'll never leave it. Wearing a brand new uniform and a dead-nervous expression on my little face, I am determined within to not let dad go, how could I even think of that, afterall, it was an alien place for me, with totally alien people. No, I don't like them. Who are they! Don't leave me dad, please stay. I don't feel good. Can we just go back home? Can we? please?

Now that am no more a fresher ...

Yay! I am one year old now! Oh I mean, one year of being a college student. Certainly, the experience of being a fresher, a first year student, is a cherishable one, one to hold on tight to, forever, you don't get to be a fresher many times in life, after all. So, it is reasonable enough for me to make an attempt to recollect my memories of this place, my friends here and other things, as they have been till now, in this special space where I have always tried to share the best of my life that I can, with you all.

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