In the Elite Society of India, I bring the heat that has always caused the humid side of us an appearance of false reflections.
It is indeed the very truth when Miley states it right. 'Nothing breaks like a heart'.But have you ever seen everything and anything break? Impossible I say. It's a 'Hush hush community' when everyone gossips on things which don't concern them like the planet which belongs to Bermuda. Basically the next door neighbour aunties.
It would be amazing and astonishing to see a Gossip girl set up her webs in our Indian Culture. What would it be?'Looks like Chuck just stepped his foot on streets of Virar which doesn't even include the premise of Mumbai. Seems like the drainage system didn't suit him well.' It could be vaguer. Maybe miss India wouldn't be a flop show than?
Yeah, culture can be a flipped coin in this uncanny diverseness. We call India. Yeah, the false prevails like oil on water considering water the truth.
It's not natural. But it is what it is. And you, not me not the authorities can change someone's perspective. If they themselves cannot stop the urge of crossing to a dark heart. It's like not all fingers are the same. And the most reasonable of. The grass is greener in someone else's garden. You will get the fruit to the carelessness and the unfathomably you. However hard and crazy it may be. We all have to live with it.
The spoiler alerts are custom to our lives. We've been adapted to it like Garbage on the roads. The stone age was calm when no one knew there were other countries living a world apart.
Now it's an open book.
The world.
Nothing's a surprise. Life's a continuous running hamster. And it's as wishful as it can get. There's just no more pearls to please the mother earth.
Everyone dreams to do something that is not achievable. Some strike doors to the lord. And that's when you know you failed.
The Truth is that's a phase.
It's a cycle, life. A moon's phase. I call it.
Gossip as such comes like a hammering truth here. What's a Gossip...?
World's a community holder of apps like Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter... They flash all the highlights of every corner. The reporters of today's India consider getting their news from social Handels where every eye corners.
So a Gossip now is no more a Gossip.
Fakes and flashing lights on copy cat-er cats. It's a trend now...
Trust me now. The trend on days like today can bring back the bell bottoms and the short curly hair even if an astronaut broadcasted it.
Trends aren't holding now. It's a free space. Space for every individual to just explore. From Orange becoming the new black to pastels bringing the light in weddings. It's a hurrah to the possibilities. That's what happening I can guarantee.
Simple and clean was an act days ago,
Glossy was a trend trust me,
And now it's just simple nude,
Or more clearance like matte,
A little bit of glitter shines perfectly on desired occasions,
If you want them to stick around.
It's you who has to be comfortable bringing them back. It's a genie in a bottle. Just strings to powered dust.
For me, I'm running back and forth from... The backstreet boys to the blissful of Enrique Iglesias and the sudden of Tom Austen and the bleakness coming straight from Ed Sheeran. They've got my eye hard so I'll just stick my Saddled boat right back in the midst of these flickery admirations.
It's easy to call myself a 90's kid. But the unfortunates of my life turned me in 2000. Nearly at its brink.
So my life's an unbalanced foot that's fitted with clumsy tiptoes. An uncanny necromancer with bunny teeth.
Live and let live.
Xoxo to a fantasy.
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Let's just say
Sharleen is picking up the worst clothes for her jogging slash running day. The clothes don't highlight anything it's Sharleen all wanting to be fit.
Sipping the natural's of water pearls. The background's a scream of songs prepping her up...The mind still on the incomplete TV series. And eyes flushed and bloaty like a horrific scream. Tired hair is all greased up. But that's not her fault it's the good old humid of the midst.
The Arabian sea seems not to wear off the weather. And the sudden of drizzle can irritate anyone's core. Herself being a delicate daisy.
Before the running of a leg like chickens. Sharleen's off to drop her sister to the near bus-stop station which will take her to Pune for many weeks again. And thereafter she'll begin the day.
A run. A bath. Warm. A breakfast of stomach out. Sleep with the 'The palace of illusions.' A pdf. Because books are a fancy dress that holds penny out. And pdf helps in the sleep anyway.
The big board of dreams was up the previous night. The schedule was made. The implementation was the only thing...
Will Sharleen wake up on time?
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Xoxo.
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Glass Slippers.
FantasíaShe's arrogant, helpful, selfish, kind and a growing young adult. Clutters of wrongdoings is a parade she sees and cries. The support she can't have a reckless is in her nature. Slow death is something she fancies but clever death is something she c...
