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Things to be sorted out were all I'd kept in the pending zone of my mind, a number of days before and after I turned nineteen. I called my meet with N a break I probably needed but its too soon to call it a break and to give myself one in the first place. My meet with N, the time we spent together in a complete different place, perhaps, was nameless. Without any label. And maybe, I truly hope, maybe, the very anonymity of it was what I needed to occupy the meantime. The meantime when there were huge possibilities of me doing the unnecessary and getting myself stuck in yet another mess. There lay gladness in me initially. Gladness of knowing I'm still capable enough to be flexible and let things happen as they do, take life as it comes. To accept the unacceptable and rearrange the could-have-been-broken parts. To deny the guilt and hatred and define change in a new way. It was a little hard to know the gladness lay somewhere inside due to the presence of confusion, ...

I consider myself fairly blessed for having come across The Blogspot. Its been a year since I came here and started sharing every word with you all, my readers, with no second thoughts and I guess it happened naturally! Like my readers deserved it. I believe that you do have the rights to know about me. You deserve the honesty. To confess, there are many things that blogspot taught me. I never really tried venting out here but that's okay, I mean I never really had to. Because the moment I started typing my thoughts and certain things, it always made me feel good. Complete. Blogspot never really gave me ways to express in any kind of desperation. It perhaps knew what I actually needed to rather than what I wanted. It kept the desperation away but introduced me with simple but beautiful ways to think with. It teaches me that being who I am is okay. That its far better than being who I'm not. So, hello, I'm gonna have to reveal 10 things about me that my readers probably d...

I have J resting her head on my shoulder. I don't have much scope to move a bit despite my aching legs for I don't want to wake her up and the crowd of these ladies surrounding us is a little too much. Its cold outside. It makes me shiver but as I feel her breaths, the calm way she's asleep, it becomes a kind of warmth. The kind that tells me who she really is. A warm person. She wakes up suddenly and forces me to get some sleep too but I deny. A warm person. One that she's always been. I feel proud of standing tall with her a few minutes ago, standing tall for the women who had no space to sit. We fought with the ones who didn't cooperate and couldn't understand the whole thing just because bad luck like other helpless ladies' didn't choose them. We fought, nonetheless, still speaking kindly. There are these two poor ladies who look at the two of us, smiling. I get the reason behind their smiles. Such pure smiles. The thankfulness, anyone could ...