Dreams and Desires

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We all have certain dreams and desires that our tiny heart weaves inside the silent corners of our mind. My heart always dreamt and desired to be loved for all that I am. All the moments I desired it, perhaps there are many moments when God heard my wish and granted it with a simple AMEN. Every moment when someone hugs me, sends me caring messages just to check am doing fine, holds my hand at crowded places, understands my silence, sends me a text with sweet messages to make me smile or perhaps every moment I am thought about makes me feel loved.

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Few days back I got another lovely reminder that I am loved - in the form of another award for my blog. Its a Liebster award by GR who blogs at Life...As it is. 

Thank you so much GR for bestowing this on Me. Sometimes in life you badly need a push just to ensure you keep going as your entire energy gets drained with all the running around. I needed that push and your award was exactly the much needed jolt from the sleep for me. I cannot thank you enough for it! You are a beautiful reminder to me of the thought ~

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Now as every award comes with some rules and regulations like always. 

The rules:
1. 10 random facts about yourself. - I usually skip this portion as I have talked about it a LOT!
2. Answer the questions please.
  •  What is the first thing you do when you wake up?

Smile – I somehow just love doing that the first thing in every morning!

  •  How do you express your anger?

Silence – that’s my weapon.

  •  If you had to live on a lonely island and take only one book with you, which one would that be?

Undoubtedly Paulo Coelho’s Aleph

  • An embarrassing moment/ fact about you?

I am a cleanliness freak – much to the embarrassment of my loved ones I even have to make the bed sheets of the hotel room just before check out!

  • How much do you let your academic success/failure affect your life?

I would say 30-40%. Not more than that.

  • Do you believe in first impressions?

Yes very much. Though I am open to changing it with time as I meet that person more.

  • What period of your life do you think was best?

I could smile and just say NOW (last 2 years to be precise)– nothing could be better than this. I am simply loving it. :)

  • Do you live in present more or brood about past and fantasize about future more?

I live in the present more though I do brood about the past sometimes and fantasize about the future but it is very miniscule and negligible.

  • Your favorite cartoon and why?

Tom & Jerry – I just love their love-hate relationship the most.

  • And finally Harry potter or Twilight?

Harry Potter any day – I have not read Twilight. Perhaps never wanted to come out of the love for Harry Potter. I have all his books (including his school text books!!) and I want my children, grand children and great grand children to know who he is. I want to tell them proudly giving a toothless grin that I was born when he became a hero and I witnessed everything that he went through. I cried when he cried and laughed when he smiled.

I would like to extend this award to all the lovely blogger friends I have made here as it is said Pyar batne se badhta hai ( Translation: Love when shared increases). Hence sharing my love with you, praying for it to increase, making our lives sheer bliss!








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