This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of life..the beauty of ME and the beauty of YOU..
This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of all the formals I've worn in last one year, and of all the fun i've had while working, the beauty of reaching late to the office when the boss is there, and of reaching too early when even the door is closed, the beauty of all those silly mistakes in a simple official letter, of all the new friends I've got, of all those laughs that I gave to the people, and of all those laughs they have given to me..
This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of the large pack of Oreos that i ate when I was very happy and dint find kaju katli, the beauty of the first daal baati, the first halwa, the first daal dhokli and the first kheer I made, the beauty of the worst chapati I made, of singing "parde mein rehne do.." loudly whenever i caught someone's mischief, the beauty of learning that new language..
This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of all the double cheese margharita double bursts that I've had, of all the walking that I've done after eating that senseless fat but delicious thing, the beauty of all the shopping that i've done, of all the regret of not saving too much after that shopping, the beauty of losing weight and slipping into my old trousers and shouting aloud in the house..
This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of all those whom I've tagged in this post, the beauty of all those whom I've not tagged in it, of those who praise me, and of all those who hate me, of all those who are happy with me, and of all those who are angry with me, the beauty of all the photos I click, and all those that get blurred, the beauty of all the places I've been to, of all the people I've met, and of all those I used to meet and haven't, since a long time..
This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of forgiving, of forgetting, and of my forgetfulness, of the new red dress, and of the old t shirt that i will never throw no matter how much mumma tries to convince, the beauty of all the Jagjit Singh Ghazal nights I have celebrated in my own house, with only Jagjit Singh and that coffee I made, of all the times I've sung "All by myself" with celine dion, the beauty of all the songs that I've sung over the phone, the beauty of all the times I've talked to no one but myself..
This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of paying the light bills and the gas bills, the shopping bills, the beauty of walking from office to home and then guessing why my feet are paining, of all the chocolates I've had, of the happiness that I got after receiving all the online shopping n then getting surprised as I forgot i'd ordered something at all :)
This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of sleeping till late in the morning, of waking up in the morning and listening to papa mumma's sweet voices, the beauty of saying good morning to mumma n having bournvita while she's having her tea..the beauty of papa going to office n me n mumma listening to "kajra mohabbat wala" n singing with it, happily ignoring the sound of the washing machine's whistle :)
This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of talkin to Mini dee in the night, instead of my friends like before, the beauty of having meals while just talkin to mumma n not while watching tv :)
This Roop Chaturdashi, I'm celebrating the beauty of True Happiness, the beauty of the Naiveness of my loved ones, the beauty of how I'm lucky to understand all this n celebrate the festival in the bestest and the "AWESOMEST" after all these 24 yrs of not noticing what I've got around me..
This Roop chaturdashi, i'm celebrating the beauty of the music that's ringing in my ears..the music of life, the soft whisper of happiness, the beauty of looking at myself in the mirror for a much longer time than I have done since last one year, the beauty of meeting myself once more..
This Roop chaturdashi, i'm celebrating the beauty of writing all this so easily, of saying all what I feel, of being my truest, of expressing myself louder than ever, of winning and of losing THINGS, of finding and of losing PEOPLE, the beauty of my overreactions, and of my UNDERreactions, and of my unreasonable actions, the beauty of all the anger I've shown, and of all the love I've gotten even after That, the beauty of also showing that love in return, but later..
This Roop chaturdashi, i'm celebrating the beauty of BEING MYSELF, and of being close to me, of the Real Roop Chaturdashi..
This Roop chaturdashi, i'm celebrating the beauty of L.I.F.E
