The oblivious.

I’m astounded by the oblivious.
How carefree and unapologetically pragmatic, they are-
The old uncle of the bus,
The squealing children,
The office-going folk,
The old women,
The young ones with earphones,
And the ticket collector of them all.

I enter, a stranger.

They stop and look and go on with their day.
The bus is a medium of travelling-
Just another vehicle with smelly armpits and lecherous stares;
Just another vehicle with dirt and a crowd.

Oh how they would long to have facilities of luxury-
For the children and the family, of course.
And then they would live their lives in the ‘big picture’.
But really how fortunate they are to live this life!
I get out of my car to take the bus
And they, the small specs of reality that make up the ‘big picture’,
Get out of the bus to buy a worthless car.

Stories.

Hi beautiful ❤

I know I’ve been really irregular with my blogposts recently. So, let me explain that ASAP. For the past three months I had been hibernating with my books in my home-preparing for my twelfth standard Board exams here in India. They got over yesterday and now I plan on doing so many things with my free time! For example, I mean to include different kinds of literature in this blog. On that note, I am seriously considering writing to you stories about my life-just small incidents which just momentarily burst balloons of thoughts in my head. Narrating them would make me happy and I would also love for you to know more about me personally.

So, beginning that quest for information let me tell you that my name is Charuvi. I’m 17-about to turn 18 soon. I live in India and love life in general.

Today, I spent the day travelling to Pune and spending time with my maternal grandparents. They are adorable and I love making them smile. I also researched about my colleges I want to go to, for graduation and felt  little “wasted” for not having done much work. MOST IMPORTANTLY, I felt SO bad about India’s losing the match today. Anyway, tomorrow’s another day. 🙂

This is a picture of me travelling to Pune, like “Nah, I’m not mad about this at all. This is awesome”

How was your day? Did you feel sad, glad, or mad? Tell me in the comments anyway. I’m here to listen. 🙂

Yours,

Charu.

Insanity on a windy evening

She willed herself to insanity with Selena Gomez and soon nothing mattered.
Not the paan wala on her right, the bike zooming by her left, the road under her feet or the blue ocean above her head. Boom boom boom went the melody in her ears. She was in another zone then, free and swimming. And nothing pushed her back. Though, society had never really pushed her back.
Wearing the bubblewrap of music she was a different person: herself illuminated by the drama of SFX. She still puzzled everyone and left them in her head, still looked into souls and thought about the world, still inquired after lost faces and ached to soothe ones that went through a different but not unknown kind of insanity.
Halfway through the lane, her head swung lightly to either side with each beat of the song, and she was so much in the moment-seeing every atom of her world with scrutiny and feeling a freedom that only walking on a windy evening can set sail to.

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Little surprises make everyone happier. Have a great day!

Hello fellow readers!

I hope you are all happy today! I am a little tangled with studies and many other occupations due to this being my final year of junior college. However you must forgive me for not posting on my blog every week as I have committed to you! I promise now, to try to post every second week, if not every week. Believe me, I am trying very hard to balance all my priorities, and this is CERTAINLY a priority since I love communicating with you through this medium.

I hope you enjoy my next post, which will be on my website as fast as 60 seconds of this releasing! 😀

Keep smiling and happy reading!

Charuvi.