Because Penguins are Forever & Always.=D

“I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.” 

~Holden.

Forevermore.<3

I sincerely wish for this year to end sooner.

It's been another futile year in my life...the most insignificant and meaningless,if you ask.
I  no longer actually have friends,they're all just faces that I smile at.Apparently,it's going to be that way from now on.
I wish I was five again.Getting to play in the bouncy ball pit once in a while was what I lived for.
It was all I needed,actually.I did not need "friends".

I'm just sitting here,feeling like a big time screw up.Oh,I surely am fifty shades of fucked up.
I don't even like the person I am,anymore.I'm not a very nice person any longer,I admit.
I have regrets and I am trying to live with them,pushing through every day like a disinterested person.
Praying for a miracle I probably don't deserve.

Do you know that cool Elephant called Rosie from the film  "Water for Elephants"? The one who actually made it worth watching,even made up for Robert Pattinson's "acting skills"?
I want to be that very Elephant,Rosie.She can do a whole lot of brilliant gymnastic tricks,that I cannot learn  to perform in a million years.
I want to live in the 1930s,where everything was beautiful.People dressed impeccably,men always wore suits and hats and stuff,the way they spoke.. They had vinyl records,and other pretty things that no longer exist.
Look what we have now...a song by Rihanna called "Diamonds" which sounds inspired by the rhyme twinkle twinkle little star,which,by the way was written by a five year old? See,I told you,being five years old is the best.I shouldn't be judging someone,I'm sorry,but I think no one has facebook statuses dedicated to the kid who wrote twinkle twinkle li'l star.And he deserves it,more than Rihanna.
And I definitely don't want to live in a world where women get raped in a bus,and chucked onto the streets or a lot of innocent little kids get shot down at a school.
I want to move to a safer country,a safer planet,if you ask.
I'll tell you something,everyone's actually secretly wishing for a zombie apocalypse.
I 'm waiting for them to take over,the world's not very inhabitable anymore anyway.Then,I don't even have to go through the torment of writing exams for the rest of my life that I won't study for anyway.
So,I sincerely ask for this year to end already.

Dilli.

Have you ever been to Delhi? You'll know what I'm talking about then.
I have memories of the place,back from when I was very,very young and went there the very first time.
I remember it being loud,and overcrowded,and bustling and in an odd way,sort of beautiful.
I remember the bazaars,and how you could find everything on the street for the price of dust.And  at night,they looked so pretty,all those mucky,narrow streets lined up with makeshift stores and night lamps.
And of course,the food,the taste of which still lingers in my mouth.
I specifically remember this doll museum we visited,on that trip.It was all dark and  shady,with dolls from the world over,displayed in glass boxes.And at that moment,I knew that it was the most beautiful place I had been to in my young life.
To this day,a part of me,still craves to go back and visit the place.
It might not be as fascinating now,probably 'cause when you're little,everything seems so magnificent and wonderful. The way things are feel right.Most things make sense...and have explanations.Questions have finite answers.And you're sure.Little kids are sure as hell of themselves,they really are.
And one day,you just realise you're no longer little.

It's been an extremely long week,but a very short year.

Goodbyes have always been difficult.
Words turn into formless lumps inside throats,and the teary eyes speak loud enough.
And I watched people breathing in the fact that this was the end,
that what seemed like it was meant to last forever,was coming to a crashing end in moments before their eyes.
They danced wildly and the held each other tight.
And there were fireworks.
And they cried,and they cried,and cried some more.
#Highschool.sigh.