HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANJALI !!!!!

 hello :) 

Today is yet ANTHER   very spacial day for me 

Today is Birthday of ANJALI  my BESTEST FRIEND  in the whole wide world ..

so please  be part of my happiness and wish  her The happiest Birthday ever!!!!

Anjali .. this is something i wrote for you ..

HOPE U'LL LIKE IT :)

I know there much more to you,
than what you think i see.
i know because you seem,
exactly just like me.
it feels like your heart,
will never fully mend.
you don't like being alone,
and you hate losing a friend.
only a few good people,
know how to make you smile.
and having them in your life,
makes it all seem worthwhile.

here's a little inspiration,
from a person kind of like you.
the following information,
is the honest  truth:
i hope your rainy nights,
turn into sunny days.
and i hope you know i'm always here,
to make you feel okay.
i know sometimes you feel,
like your falling from the sky.
just remember people look up to you,
so flap your wings and fly.
i know this all because,
we have similar lives.
and in case you didn't know this yet,
you're an angel in disguise.

I  love so much anjali and Thank you for ALWAYS being there for me :)

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART  !!!

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

I do not know what to write here :|

I am a bit odd in the head. You know, there are times when i am just normal. And then there are times when random things cross my mind and i start acting a bit crazed up. Like in the last two days I read two three books go yadda yadda yadda .(okay, uhm, i din't intend to sound the way you think i sound.) so ya, and then last night, i couldn't sleep. I had my family Medicine  exam in exactly 6 hours and there i was, wondering if i can still write or not...why? cause my alter ego reminded me that i hadn't updated my blog for the past 2-3 days and there IS a possiblity that i might have developed the oh-i-can-nomore-write syndrome in 3 days. 48-72 hours. Oh don't look at me. It was my alter ego. Anyway, the first thing i do after i come home, jab the keyboard furiously. Think. Type. Erase. Get Angry. Furious. Type some more. Erase some more more. Get angry some more more more. Shut eyes. THINK. TYPE. ERASE. And then, get tired. Yawn. Stretch. Calmly get up n go to the kitchen. Break open a packet of oreo cookies and munch on cookies  after cookies . Who cares man if i can write or not! When the brain wants to think, type and hit the post button, it will. Its like saying 'Don't teach daddy how to fuck' ?? opppsssssss :O

Moral of the post: BingoBoomBaamDhoomDhamDhishum! i CAN write. So ya, you still have a lot of rubbish coming you'r way, my child, before I retire *coughs like an old lady* (CLAP. the speech is over =/)

*goes away dancing. tapori dance.*

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !