"..you're the same person who kept me sane all along"

Here we are, sitting in the soothing winter sun, trying to figure out our respective lives, and for a change, I like the sound of silence. It is the most comfortable silence of my life. Suddenly, you say, I've changed. You say that my sense of humor has changed, my way of perceiving things has changed. You say my hairstyle has changed, my scent is unfamiliar to you. You say I've lost my twinkling eyes, which have been replaced by dull, normal eyes. You say I don't wear my eyeliner like I did earlier, or how my style of dressing has changed completely. You say I've turned into a laid-back, carefree and lazy person.

But you know what? You haven't changed a bit. You're still beaming. The color in your cheeks is still pink. The twinkle in your eyes still remains. You're wearing the same genuine smile. You're the same person who's scent I loved. Your hair are still the same. Messy, yet, adorable. You're the same person who picked me up when I fell in class, after making fun of me and laughing your lungs out for 5 minutes straight. You're the same person who forgave me for every silly mistake that I made, and even the horrid ones.You're the same person who didn't walk out on me even when you thought you should. You're the same person with whom I plan my career and laugh at how you're so confused between Commerce and Humanities. You're the same person with whom I share a million insiders which just multiply as days pass by. You're the same person with whom I know I will laugh my wits out even when I'm low.You're the same person who taught me how to chase my dreams, and catch them, too. You're the same person who comforted me when I was upset. You're the same person who was there for me when I wasn't in a state to be there for myself. You're the same person who held my hand, hugged me tight and went through every stage of life with me and never complained once. You're the same person with whom I share all the technicolored memories. All of them. I'm not exaggerating. Most of my friends know who I am, my fears, my doubts, my strengths, my weaknesses, but do you know the difference between them and you- they just know, but you know WHY. That's what makes you different.

And special. I love you.

100 truths

1. Last beverage- Coke

2. Last phone call - Dad

3. Last text message- Geetika Rai

4. Last song you listened to- Professing my love-Karl Wolf

5. Last time you cried- Err, don't remember

SIX HAVE YOU EVER:

1. Dated someone twice- No

2. Been cheated on?- No

3. Kissed someone & regretted it?- No

4. Lost someone special?- Yes. She's an angel now. Miss you, Ipshita

5. Been depressed?- Yeah.

6. Been drunk and threw up? - No.

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:

1. Black

2.Pink

3.Purple

4.Blue

5. Yellow

HAVE YOU:

1. Made new friends - Yeah.

2. Fallen out of love- Err, haven't fallen in love, yet:P

3. Laughed until you cried- Yeah. All the time :')

4. Met someone who changed you- Yeah.

5. Found out who your true friends were- Yeah I did.

6. Found out someone was talking about you- Yes. And then stopped talking.

7. Kissed anyone on your Facebook friend's list- Nope.

8. How many people on your Facebook friends list do you know in real life- most of them.

9. How many kids do you want to have- I hate kids.

10. Do you have any pets- No.

11. Do you want to change your name- Never.

12. What did you do for your last birthday- Called a few friends over.

13. What time did you wake up today- 10 pm

14. What were you doing at midnight last night- Coming back from a dinner I'd gone to.

15. Name something you CANNOT wait for- Tennis practice at 7.30 am tomorrow. (not really :P)

17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life- Life might not be perfect, but it's beautiful

18. What are you listening to right now- Nothing

19. Most visited webpage- Facebook and Blogger.

1. What's your name- Aastha

2. Nicknames- None

3. Relationship Status- Single

4. Zodiac sign- Aquarius.

5. Male or female or transgendered- Female

6. Elementary- Sacred Heart Senior Secondary School, Chandigarh

7. Middle School- Sacred Heart Senior Secondary School, Chandigarh

8. High school- Sacred Heart Senior Secondary School, Chandigarh

10. Hair color - Black.

11. Long or short- A little beneath the shoulders.

16. Height-A little more than 5'6"

17. Do you have a crush on someone?- Nope

18: What do you like about yourself?- Er, that I can make others happy. Lol :P

19. Piercings- Yeah.

20. Tattoos- Want one!

21. Righty or lefty- Righty

FIRSTS :

22. First surgery- Never had one

23. First piercing- When I was, erm, 3?

24. First best friends- Sara

26. First sport you joined- Tennis

27. First pet- golfishh!

28. First vacation- Dont remember

29. First concert- None

30. First crush- Lol, i don't know

RIGHT NOW:

49. Eatingg- Nothing

50. Drinking- Water

52. I'm about to- Sleep

53. Listening to- Nothing

55. Waiting for- Lol, nothing :P

YOUR FUTURE :

58. Want kids? Don't know

59. Want to get married? Maybe

60. Careers in mind? Law, probably.

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

68. Lips or eyes- Eyes.

69. Hugs or kisses- Hugs.

70. Shorter or taller- Taller.

71. Older or Younger- Older.

72. Romantic or spontaneous- Romantic.

73. Nice stomach or nice arms- Nice stomach.

74. Sensitive or loud- Neither

75. Hook-up or relationship- Relationship.

77. Trouble maker or hesitant- Trouble maker.

HAVE YOU EVER :

78. Kissed a stranger- Nope!

80. Lost glasses/contacts- Never

81. Sex on first date- Nope.

82. Broken someone's heart- Not that I know of.

83. Had your own heart broken- Not really.

85. Been arrested- Nope.

86. Turned someone down- Yeah.

87. Cried when someone died- Yup

88. Liked a friend that is a girl?- Nope. (UGH)

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

89. Yourself- Totally

90. Miracles- Yes.

91. Love at first sight-Nope

92. Heaven- no

93. Santa Clause- NO -.-

95. Kiss on the first date?- Err, no.

96. Angels- Oh yes, they're rrrright beside me.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? - Yes.

98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? - No

100. Posting this as 100 Truths?- Yup.

The things that make you appreciate life

There's always one thing you love more than anything else. That one thing you love more than life. You know what I love most on this planet? Tennis. The game of tennis is so beautiful. It makes me feel alive, it makes me feel at peace. No, I'm not lying. Whenever I'm low, a light hitting session does the trick. ALWAYS. The adrenaline rush. The excitement. The sense of satisfaction. The feeling of knowing that I'm at least good at something-priceless. Sometimes, I do crib about going for practice in the extreme cold/heat, but when I'm on court, everything vanishes. Gone. All the troubles, all the worrying, the stress, the tension, all of it just goes away, magically. I get magically transferred to a new world. Oh, I love that feeling :')

I have always loved tennis. And shall continue to.

Even when..

I knew I could give my best, but didn't.

I desperately wanted to give my best, but couldn't.

I was made to do 5 extra sprints.

I was shouted at for my laid-back attitude.

I got blisters.

I was forced not to have long nails.

I complained about the heat/cold and cramps

I had to stay till late for practice.

I had to wait for 8 hours for my match.

I had to play a match at 1 AM, 2 AM, 4AM, and report at 6AM.

I injured my wrist(minor injury) and my ankle (major injury)

I was advised by the doctor not to practice for one week, but I still did.

I had to practice at 7.30 AM on Sundays while all my friends were sleeping

I had to cancel my plans with friends/family only because I couldn't miss my practice session.

I have to change my tennis shoes every month (that's a good point, actually. Shopping excites me:P)

I have tanlines on my ankles, feet, arms, legs.

I threw my racket out of disgust and manged never to break it

I swelled with pride each time I won a match and went into a shell after I lost one.

I saw the pain in the eyes of my teammates when I lost a match.

I was down in the first set, but still managed to win the match.

I disappointed everybody by losing an easy match.

I've loved tennis even when all I was asked about at family gatherings was, "How's tennis going?"

I have loved each and every bit of that game. It is THE BEST thing that could ever happen to mankind. I can go on and on writing about why and how much I love tennis. It is and always will be my first and foremost love. No matter what the world says, I have undying love for this beautiful game. . .true story.

Tennis is special for me.

It always has been.

And always will be.

:')

Nothing is free, not even freedom

In another one hour, we'll complete 62 years of being a Republic Nation. Wow. :O

No it's not just another day. It's just not. I refuse to believe so.

Some 70 years ago people were struggling to live, struggling to breathe free air. They laid their lives so that we could taste freedom and breathe freedom. for Us. Yes, our ungrateful generation. Our generation. We refuse to get up and go to school just because we're lazy? We refuse to spare 52 seconds to sing our national anthem in the morning assembly? Yes. That same generation.

Amazing, isn't it?

No I'm not being a senti patriot, but I just want you to have a sense of belonging- ness towards your country. I'm not asking you to go fight a war, just asking you to have some respect for your birth soil

Too much to ask for?

I don't think so.

I hope all of you have a Happy Republic Day.

New Blog!

I've made a new blog.

A little lighter side of me.

A little more fun.

My alter ego.

The DramaQueen

http://thedramaneverreallyends.blogspot.com/

Thousand emotions.

YUUSSS. One of those days. *sigh*

My Best Friend

This is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance is totally unintended.

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Everybody has friends. I do, too.

But there is one special friend. The One.

We've been together since pre-school.

She knows me better than I know myself.

She knows that I'm not okay even if I say the opposite.

She knows the stories behind the wry grins. Behind the tears not shed. Behind the swollen eyes. Behind the pink-ness in the cheeks.

She doesn't know my stories...she has lived them with me.

She has been there for me when I was fragile, when she knew an incorrect word here or there, could break me. Into pieces. Millions of them.

She is the best thing that has ever happened to me in the sixteen years of my existence. She chose to stick with me not only in the good times, but the ridiculously sad times. I love her. To pieces. Forever. Till the end.

We are and always will be inseparable. We're like conjoined twins. We're like family. We're always together. She makes me feel loved- in every sense of the word. She is the most important part of my life. Yes. Mum's there, too. I enjoy mum's company, but when I'm with her, everything is different. It's magical. It's so...special.

I know, that no matter how many times my priorities change, she will still be Number One. Always. We never fight. It's amazing how we gel so well together.

She has been like a sister to me in the sixteen years. And I trust her to punch the guy who breaks my heart. She’s always been like that. Easy-going. Caring. Considerate.

Most of all, she listens. She listens patiently. She never interrupts. She gives unbiased advice. She doesn’t always agree with me. She knows when I’m wrong, and instead of plying along, she guides me to what is right. A mother, an elder sister, a role model-all rolled into one.

The bond we share is unbreakable. Nothing in this world can ever change what she means to me. Her value, I can never forget.

One fine day, Mum wanted me to go see the doctors. She thought it would be good for me. Therapists, she called them. I reluctantly obeyed.

They said something horrible about Her.

But then, They never knew her.

They never knew how much she meant to me.

They never knew how much she cared for me.

They never knew how she held me tight when everybody walked out.

They never knew how she protected me.

But it turned out, that she was always there, for me and only me.

They blamed my mental health.

One horrific word changed it all- SCHIZOPHRENIA

And my knees hugged my chest,

And I cried, for 5 days straight.

I cried till my tears dried.

I want to blog. I stare at the screen. The black letters on the white background. How as I click my fingers words appear on the screen of my laptop.

I don't know what to write about.

The writer in me..just died. Sigh.

I'll be back...soon. With a post.

Ciao.