Best weekend?

Hellluuuu! I am back!

Well, I have clearly been gone a lot, and I have decided that for my sake and yours (mostly mine. actually only mine!) I'm going to seriously pick this blogging thing again.

It sort of gives me something fun to do, and fuels my self-importance :P

So here's a quick recap:

1. I graduated from Mithibai College with an overall A grade in my BMM degree. Yay!
2. I am currently working for a content agency in Mumbai itself.
3. I paid my first health insurance premium this month #Adulting
4. I also donated my own hard-earned money so #MuchAdulting
5. I realised I miss putting my work out there, and the Blogger community, since I was 15, has been so extremely kind to me, that I'm here, to leech off (again).

Needless to say, I have met so many amazing people here, some of whom I continue to talk to (hello Amena and Blogwati if y'all are here!)

Enough about me. What's happening at your end?

Take care, enjoy the rain, and show some love.
xx

Beautiful

String words along, bead by bead
I will adorn my mind with your verses.
You look at ink with a lover's gaze.
I will try and never let it lessen my feelings.
Envy shall never overpower my love.
And I give you me willingly
For someday, I hope, that in your eyes, I am just as beautiful as your poetry.

Goodnight x

Remember Me?

You gave me your jacket that windy day we went horse riding

And clasped my hand tight running downhill when we couldn't hear anything 

except the wind and the blood rushing in our heads.

We laughed through the pants and the gasps till our sides hurt

Then we ate too many mini strawberry sundaes 

and played charades with everybody on the bus.

I guessed that movie you had completely made up, and your friends were mad.

The day I couldn't stop crying, you sat with me through breakfast, lunch and karate class patiently as I spoiled your favourite white shirt.

The twins kept telling everybody how it was a relief that she was gone 

but I had you and we missed her together.

You slept with my hands in your hair on the bus our way home

And during the pit stop we shared the cotton candy you bought for me, 

claiming you hated it and didn't want one for yourself.

We were so young and naive and quite cute.

I wonder if we have ever crossed paths these past seven years. I wonder what you look like now. I wonder if you ever think about me. Do you even remember me?