A free soul, but fully responsible for all the mishaps and chaos in my life. I logged in here to vent and sing, but I am not a bird and so I tweet rarely at @TrushaP2198.
Peep in here to see my self-learned and only appreciated photography skills. This is a place in itself that the world calls Instagram trusha418.
This is my first and the only attempt to dive in a blogging industry.
Humility, descrition, and light- hearted mockery of my work is appreciated.
I hope that with time, I change, just like the salty waters in the ocean, and evaporate to make a perfection of myself.
But then, since when had the Universe asked for the perfection ?
Unlike most, she was born under the starts of her mother's love and fatherly care,
Though, like the most, she faced the loss and suffered her fair share of pain,
Unable to tackle and got tamed by an evil step-mother and a pair of cruel sisters,
She settled herself with a strange "Godmother" and one entitled delusional man as an escape.
Who would be that stupid?.
Inside our one minute life remains a plethora of regrets, apologies, shame, playing a kho-kho with victories, pride, and glee. Here,I just make an attempt to reason the presence of all these, together, in me and everyone of us.
A simple caress of the soft fingers, ruffling my hair,
A hush wishper of relief, and a strong promise of togtherness,
You are the only haven to rest after a stroll in the wilderness.
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