Morning sun peeks through the blinds
And the battle starts..
Battle with the mirror
concealing the scars,
a vain attempt to tame hair
“god why did u mess up, 
was it so difficult for you to create something pretty? ”
mirror: 1, me:0 ;
And the struggle is not yet over
Putting on a fake smile,
Not giving any signs of losing the previous battle,
trying to fit in, getting through another day without making a fool of mine
Still ending up in misery..
School:1, me:0;
Taking it all out on the only people who care
And then blaming them for not understanding..
Family:1, me:0;
Enough for the day! Cant fight anymore..
Lying on the bed , 
As they say it gets better down the road,
tomorrow is going to be a new day,
won’t lose tomorrow .
Sleep takes over
Sleep:1, me:0;
Sun peeks through the window and  it’s the same sun as it was yesterday..

Total no. of battles lost: 6799717973088856855
and still counting…

– Gir!gettingthrough!ife


The New Girl in Town

I have recently moved, well not recently actually… been almost a month.. but haven’t got a chance to write about it. You know how it is, right? New people, new place, new things and new problems. I was so wind up in everything.

Do I feel homesick?
Well, not really. I don’t miss my old city. I have wanted to get out of there my whole life. And, in this alien city among strangers, I don’t miss my home, I actually miss that homely feeling.

I was so used to having my mother around to take care of the things for me. I never, in my life, felt the need to save a reminder on my phone. I just told her and she remembered it for me. I never set the alarm clock to wake up early in the morning. I just told her the time, and she would get up an hour before to get everything ready for me.

Enough with the homesickness talk. Now about this new place and new people:

My introvert readers will agree, that making friends at a new place is so much difficult. Just when I was getting along fine with my classmates (it took me four years to open up with them). Now, I am at a new place (my workplace) and the same questions that my friends have asked me some years back, are popping up again.

ROUND-2. “Why are you so quiet?”, “Why don’t you talk?” (DUH! Because I am new here!. Wait till I get comfortable, then you would be the one begging me to shut up.)

OKAY. Got it! You were not so shy when you were new. You used to chatter and gossip a lot. But then again, I am not you. BUT, I am not shy either. And, I think more than I talk and I would rather not talk just for the sake of talking.(you know the small talks and stuff).

I believe that a conversation should be heartful rather than forced.

Well, there’s that. And, I know you guys follow me for my poems, and I promise I will be writing one soon. Before I do that, I will write more about this new city and the new people here.