If family isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.



NOTE TO READERS: If your priorities aren’t straight, then don’t even attempt reading this. 

A happy family is but an earlier heaven. Agree to disagree? This quote screams accuracy. Family is an abode; an anchor; a comfortable fallback; the only place that welcomes you with open arms. Love begins here and never ends! So here’s the rundown on why family is the best and biggest support system you’ll never need.


Nobody, I repeat, nobody would ease you out in no time or be there for you when all else fails.. And then there’s family. The perfect support system, love galore! They’ll throw love unconditionally in all possible directions. All you have to do it is grab it, bask in it and never let go.


When everyone else just zones out of your life and leaves you there to fend for yourself, there’s family waiting earnestly to grab you at the earliest and let you know that you’re never alone. There’s someone for you always! No matter what; be it in despair or happiness.

There won’t be an ounce of doubt that they’ll be there through it all. Through the good, bad and ugly. They’ll always have your back. What an endearing thought it is to have someone to hold you at your worst and put you right on top of their priority list.


There’s nothing as big as a family party at the drop of a hat. Be it your first school competition, graduation day, driver’s license test or your big fat wedding…Nobody will be as happy and cheerful as your family to kick start the party anytime and anywhere! Woot!


Family can play the dual role like a pro. They can be your biggest blessing or your direct stairway to hell (well, not literally). What I’m implying is that they are very opinionated and judgmental ( which is a good thing) because you won’t get any other honest and most importantly, genuine opinion from anyone else.  They are your worst critic and your best friend.


It’s but natural for us to cringe every time our parents or elders rant about how irresponsible and careless we are! Their endless advice annoys us, I know. But in the end, we should realise, they’re only looking out for us and no one does it better than them.


If you fail, they’re okay with it.. not because they’re immune to it but because they know that this too shall pass.. They know you’ll make it in the end. They only want the best out of you so if you fail once, twice even 7 times.. They won’t be rattled because they know you’ll stand up the 8th time, beautifully.


They’re loud, annoying, nosy, inquisitive, interfering and most definitely embarrassing  at pretty much  all social gatherings.. but you gotta love them. The umpteen number of nicknames, random mockery and what not.. it’ll prick you and make you want to throw a punch but in the end, love conceals them all.


I don’t know how they manage to do it, but they can make out who the genuine friends are in NO time. They can tell by the second you bring your friends home. And I bet my stilettos, mums rock at this game. Call them judgemental…. but they’re least bothered. The truth hurts but it wins pretty much all the time!


Who needs a squad when your family is the perfect squad goal? These people are for life! No matter where you are or who you become, they’re always there to back you up because Michael J Fox was right when he said “Family is not an important thing.. it’s everything.”


A little something; a lot to take in.

So, it has been a while hasn’t it? Been some time since I last updated this hollow blog. The reason I mellowed down a wee bit was because I was so caught up with the whims and fancies that crossed my paths, distractions only a plenty and absolutely no time to get myself to pen down the million thoughts fabricating in my twisted mind every day. So at present, I’m staring aimlessly at my screen with absolutely no clue on what to write to the world. This isn’t new.. It has happened before but I always had that trigger.. You know the feeling you get when you HAVE to do something about something; something that caught your attention at the mall, or someone you bumped into accidentally on the street, or something peculiar, something that caught your attention the minute you saw it; anything or anyone. You know you just have to do something about it, either talk it out with someone or rant about it or pen it down like most of us do. But today, I’m lost. So let’s go into finer details, shall we? I mean who doesn’t want the knitty gritty fragments of a story that probably isn’t even real.

This feeling of being dead and forgotten dies down after a couple of tosses and turns when you hit the sack, but when you’re at it, it’s tragic. Almost too painful to bear and undeniably annoying. What’s worse is you ‘try’ to get your feelings sorted by yourself; cue the over-thinking phase, the tantrums, ‘can’t talk to you I’m hurting’ phase, social media updates of all sorts, anti-social monster you suddenly turn into, random breakdowns, happy playlist transpires into a depressing collection of sad pop songs phase..You ‘think’ you hit an all time low but did you..Really?  When that doesn’t work you obviously turn to a friend, a confidant. Someone you can pour your heart out to with absolutely no fear of being judged..And so I’ve been told. Ha. Fail. Your non-judgemental someone takes your emotions and unending rants in their warm hands and considers the whole thing an ‘issue’. One you should ‘get over’. That did it. That’s the trigger point, the breaking point, the saturation point.. call it whatever you want but  none of them are ON POINT to what you’re going through. NO. HELL TO THE NO. (Excuse the caps but I’m actually screaming, externally)

Why should you let someone, someone you practically used as a temporary confidant, considering we’re never going to have that one permanent friend, tell you to ‘GET OVER IT’? Get over what? Your feelings, your emotions, the way you feel, the way your body is hurting, the way your beautiful yet twisted mind is thinking, the way you want something you can’t have but you’re pushing every cell in your body to make it work? You want another person, someone who can’t even get an ounce of your thought process in their block heads to tell you to ‘get over it’? Don’t be stupid, friend. Don’t hurry your healing just because your confidant told you so.

You’ve been told to get over it because it’s easier said than done right? It’s probably the most conventional thing to say, and let’s agree, the most common solution. Okay, so you decide to take the challenge and actually learn to get over whatever the situation may be; a failure, a wound, a fight, an issue, a relationship, a lie, a betrayal..The list is only endless. Unfortunately you failed; not once, but umpteen times. It’s but natural. You’re only human and not this perfectly crafted brick that takes shit strewn across it without any shame or choice to be precise. So you keep trying until you reach a breaking point thinking you’re a wastrel, a nobody, a failure. You fall down.

That’s when you pick yourself up. It’s hard, but didn’t you reach this far? Keep trying till you’re back to your senses and you grab a hold of yourself. Forget the world for some time and then go back to square one. What did you try to do before you failed? You tried to arrive at a closure by doing something you didn’t want to in the first place, but ended up doing it eventually due to reasons better left unsaid. Didn’t it ever occur to you that at the end of every tunnel, there’s always a light? If you don’t find the light, then it isn’t the end as yet. Rings a bell somewhere? You need to get ‘through’ your hurt before you get ‘over’ it. You need to cry till your lungs give out or break till your bones are numb and be sure to brace yourself to realise it was all a whirlwind of bad days and good days are right around the corner. Everyone has their fair share of ‘get over it’ labelled worries.. Doesn’t mean they question their very existence to make the pain go away. That sort of a life isn’t what we signed up for.

High time we stop sulking around and start plucking the bullets that hurt us and discard them carefully so they don’t hurt another person. That would be the last straw on the camel’s back. Getting over it doesn’t mean fleeing far away and chilling in a safe hideout or hurrying your healing just because someone else tried it and unusually succeeded. All of us are crafted differently by the hands of a supreme being we most definitely can’t question. Getting over it means getting through it; fighting it out and never giving up on the beautiful masterpiece that you are. You’re a survivor; and if you made it to the end of this long yet somewhat sensible post, you can survive anything life throws at you. (No pun intended!)


Hope this rant reached out to those wanting to listen for sometime instead of venting out. Sometimes it feels better to understand than to be understood.

Be strong. You are lovely. 



With around 15 books in her clutches, the Irish novelist, Cecelia Ahern has created a swirl of magic with her writing. Having written her first novel P.S I LOVE YOU at the age of 21, this woman truly moved many hearts. However the one that knocked me off my guard was Where Rainbows End, a book solely revolving around text messages, instant messages, emails, voice mails, video calls and what not. What baffled me completely is the fact that she played with the words so beautifully and all encompassing, that it made me envy the two main protagonists Alex Stewart and Rosie Dunne. Oh just so you know, I called dibs on Alex a long while ago…just in case you were getting any ideas.. Anyway, the book takes you on an unforgettable trip and urges you to keep reading without a break. The catch here is that it isn’t your conventional novel..The style of writing is beautiful and undoubtedly unique.

The book left me all fuzzy and warm inside. It serves as the perfect getaway in forgetting the world.  Shout out to all those looking for an ideal curl up on the sofa with piping hot coffee kinda book. Also, watch the film adaptation: Love Rosie starring Lily Collins and Sam Claflin(Dibs again!)

Next up… This book almost destroyed me, left me hanging somewhere amidst a tinge of hope and sadness. All the bright places marked Jennifer Niven’s debut novel.  This heart gripping, heart wrenching, nerve racking, beautifully morbid and heartbreakingly poignant storyline moved and touched not just one, but countless hearts. It revolves around two broken teenagers, Theodore Finch and Violet Markey, one fascinated by death and the other counting days for the future. It is with each other, they uncover their dreams and themselves.

I really liked Theodore Finch… the way Jennifer narrated his persona made me immediately fall in love with his wild idiosyncrasies. What shook me terribly was the fact that throughout the entire novel, Finch showed Violet different reasons to live while plotting ways to die.  Niven portrays him as a jovial, lover of life, snarky, glib-tongued boy…when in reality; he had a terribly dark and mysterious side to him. As the book develops, the readers can finally understand what’s going on in his head and his morbid and traumatic train of thoughts.

Violet Markey on the other hand was a relatable character because we share the same love to write. Her sister, Eleanor’s death left her numb and broken beyond redemption. I loved her character development and transition all thanks to Finch waltzing into her life, thus saving her.

And when these two completely dissimilar characters cross paths with each other.. pure magic. Together they wandered Indiana leaving no place untouched. My favourite was the book caravan and I’m hoping they bring out one in Chennai. ..You’ll know when you read it.

The story left me in pieces and gobsmacked for a while. I loved everything about every page and chapter. Theo… Jeez, he’s got the gift of the gab and everything made sense with and around him. Violet’s transition was remarkable and beautiful too.  Undoubtedly one of the many amazing books and a must read.

Sooooo that was my first review on two of my favourite books. At present, I’m reading Fangirl – Rainbow Rowell. I will soon read When we collided – Emery Lord closely followed by The anatomy of a misfit – Andrea Portes. I’ll make sure to fill you guys in on how amazing they are. (Yes! I’ve made the assumption already.)

P.S : Feel free to suggest some good reads  🙂 Nothing like spreading the joy of reading!




What if you have a portal to carry you to a world without music? A numb world with absolutely no discharge of a beautiful melody. Just imagine, birthdays would no longer have the mandatory Happy Birthday song, no lullabies for babies, no wedding march for the happily married couples, no foot tapping music at the clubs and pubs..What would they do instead? Chant nursery rhymes to kids? March to the hustle of the leaves? No Christmas carols? No hymns? Will the late night party animals get drunk on silence? Barren music stores with dusty shelves? No national anthems?  Whew. Just thinking about it, makes me want to plug in my headphones and thank the stars for giving me a world that embraces every melody, life has to offer.

What is my soundtrack? Every day, every single day is a soundtrack. For me, music lives in me and I live with it. I get into the finer details of this infectious disease as I feel a powerful connect and stability. What shocks me the most is the effect it has on the human race. Music is not just a bunch of chords and notes thrown together to create a peaceful sound, but a beautiful and artistic melody rendered to tether the fragmented minds of not one but many souls. We breathe music every day. Every click, clack, pit, pat, tap, clunk, swish has a role to play in this universe.

Leo Tolstoy said music is the shorthand of emotion. It’s a universal theory that music speaks louder than words. When I’m low, I go ahead and belt out one of my favourite songs and wham! I feel like I’m on top of the world. Without music how would you know if Kings of Leon could use somebody? Or what Bryan Adam’s summer of 69 felt like? Would you ever know that the Black Eyed Peas had a good feeling about tonight? I can go on forever like this. There’s something so soothing when it comes to music. It is what you would call an automatic outburst of emotions, undoubtedly the best anti-depressant, a free for all religion, universal language and it is what feelings sounds like.

For me, good music is like a warm fuzzy blanket, a cosy enclosure keeping me warm during the cold and gruesome times. It’s like a cup of hot chocolate engulfing all my pain and distress. Good music is like my best friend paying a patient ear to my worries and repaying in blissful sounds. Without music, life would be a disastrous whirlwind. There would be mayhem and chaos with no room for refuge. Just think about it! You’d rather die than stay in a silent universe.

Music is my bolt for freedom, a getaway to fabricate my own thoughts and takes on the world. It governs our emotions and feelings and plays with them beautifully. The genre of music I listen to never mattered and it never will.  With music comes a plethora of pent up feelings we never knew existed within us..And you’re so taken aback by the discovery that you go on a spree hunting for brand new things within you.

This very moment, I’m in my bedroom writing this article with music playing in the background. It’s like an attached body part…Tagging along wherever I go. I breathe music every day. It makes me a better person and opens my eyes and lets me have a taste of my imagination and dreams unfolding in front of me. Maya Angelou is a true genius because she said “Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” And I second every word she said. I carry my music between here and now. Do you?




Pondy Bazaar, Anna University, Ripon Building.. Rings a bell? If not, Chepauk, Higginbotham’s, Fort St George, Moore Market… I’m sure by now the bells must be tolling. Chennai, Detroit of India, capital city of Tamil Nadu, home to an estimated amount of 4.8 million people and with some of the top universities, schools and heritages in its clutches has grown rapidly in the last 20 years due to its extensive growth and industrialization. From Madras to Chennai to Namma Chennai, the city has never failed to bring pride and honor to India.


But for the last one month, the city that proved time and again to be the safest and bravest in the nation, has been declared as *DISASTER ZONE*. Having broken the 100 year old record in a day, the city is bruised beyond redemption. It all started as a light baby drizzle which then spiralled down into what seemed like the most tragic disaster the nation has ever known. The never ending torrential downpour and the release of water from storage areas which reached their capacity seems to be having their share of fun leaving no district in the state untouched. Leaving millions of citizens gobsmacked and rattled, neck-deep in the worst possible floods the nation has ever known, the situation screams grave danger. Rising to the occasion is the Indian army, local police forces and NDRF to offer magnanimous services to the cries of the local people. Having submerged the lives of so many, homes of so many and destructed the scenario of a high spirited city…the calamity failed to submerge the undying spirit and gusto of  NammaChennai.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                3 - Army flood relief coloumns in rescue operations in Chennai on 17 Nov 15



Residents along with a dog evacuate a locality as they wade through a flooded street in Chennai

A few pictures of residents and rain affected victims strewn across different areas in the city.

More than thousands of volunteers are marching on with a strong heart and willpower to slay all the despair and misery engulfing the affected victims. Hell or high water, the city and the beautiful souls are more than willing to go out of their comfort zone to cater to the needs of not just one, but innumerable. Opening their doors wide open to strangers, topping up balance, serving hot and fresh food and doing every possible thing in their power to provide relief and comfort to those who need it the most. It makes me ponder on how beautiful and undying the humanness of Chennai is. Instead of grieving day and night about what has already happened, the city has risen beautifully to heal the grave danger it has been put into.

The city witnessed a series of chaotic days what with the prices of vegetables, fruits and milk skyrocketing, airport being submerged under water, migrants left stranded at the railway station, almost all the highways submerged with absolutely no signs of escape… despite the catastrophe, what baffled me totally was the infinite love and help thrown at the paralyzed city by our very own Chennai-ites. Seeking no help from anyone else, they took their first step forward, saving every soul stranded and crying for help. Rescue ops are still going strong leaving no cry unheard. Completely ignoring the concept of religion, segregation and casteism, churches, mosques and temples with warm hearts flung their doors open to welcome desperate citizens. So many malls, cafes, restaurants, hotels, theatres…the list is only endless. Boat services only a plenty. Providing a roof above every flood affected victim is the prime focus in and around the city. The rains still haven’t left us… They’re lashing beyond control. But, the city won’t die anymore. It’ll only come out stronger and this time….together.




Because humanity exists. 🙂


It’s not just the skies that have opened up..People are going all out to provide relief and restore peace and harmony in the city. At adverse times like these, the city stands together and that’s all we will ever need.

November-December 2015 has been marked as the city’s most tragic downpour that will be forever remembered. But what can never be forgotten is the undying, eternal, infinite love and high spirit that carried the city over. The city that rose, the city that never died, the city that conquered, the city that survived and the city we call HOME. The city that stands and WILL continue to stand strong amidst the tinge of despair and hope – CHENNAI, we call it Singara Chennai.


You and I live in a world that revolves around people of all sorts. You and I are bound to make mistakes… Not just once, but twice, thrice, heck, for a lifetime. Flaws are a plenty, bad decisions, bad choices, bad life goals.. The list is only endless.

I’m just another girl engulfed in my own flaws and imperfections. But I’m wicked and shrewd when it comes to one thing: I make sure I have the final say in who gets to hurt me. I build walls so high, that it becomes difficult for some to break them…But, I wait anxiously and keenly observe how many of them are standing at the other end, racking their brains, to get close to me. I wait for them to make an effort, take the risk, and make the move to destroy the gigantic walls surrounding me. Most of them, fail. They can’t hold on for long. It’s a struggle, yes. But, some succeed. And, them… My God, I hold on to them for dear life.

I find it hard to go back to someone or something that has hurt me or wounded me so deep, that there’s so space for breathing. Best case example of “Once Bitten, Twice Shy”. Yes, I heal. I heal pretty fast. But, I don’t forget. And sometimes, I don’t forgive. It’s a struggle for me to come to terms with it. Go ahead.. Write me off as an unpleasant and unappealing woman. But, I’d like to stay that way. Why?

In my own personal opinion, I think all of us humans, should learn to accept the love we think we deserve. There’s no time left to waste. All of us are racing ahead against time. So why waste time investing on worthless and meaningless *stuff*? Tell me, what good is it to love, when you know it isn’t going to be reciprocated? What good is it to throw heaps of curses at the nemesis, when the damage is already done?

I’m an emotional wretch. And when hurt, I’m damaged, beyond redemption. Bruised and wounded. Not because, I’m weak. But it’s because I had and still have the grit and courage to face the horrendous mistake. Hear me out; there is absolutely NOTHING cringe worthy or humorous about being sensitive. A shout out to all who can relate to this.

Sometimes, all of us are so caught up chasing the wrong things, that we forget the best things are right under our nose. The realisation hits us hard, later. And then we’re left with regret. This life is insane. It’s a weird and cruel world out there. So, turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the liars, cowards and multiple faced humans. They don’t need your love and you, most definitely, do not need their vibes. All you need is faith and plenty of it. Mistake are made so you can learn from them. Choose wisely, love wisely. Spread happiness and accept what you deserve. Set goals. Who cares if they’re nothing but a blur? One day, it will all be crystal clear and everything will make sense to you. Until then, wander, but don’t lose the direction because someone once said “Not all those who wander are lost”. We’re here for a purpose. Let’s get the show on the road and find it. And if you already have, don’t look back.. Keep going and Keep the Faith.

Kris Allen, surely got it right when he sang “We’ve only got 86400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away”. So, live like you’re dying.


She threw unconditional and unexplainable love,

I caught it frantically and swung myself at her.

I pet her soft skin; she pays me back in purrs,

She bends her head slowly as I stroke her beautiful skin,

The prettiest eyes I’ve ever known belonged to her,

She runs frantically, trots alongside when she sees me,

I thought she was eternal… I thought she was here to stay…

Days I spent with her stay etched in my heart forever,

It’s only been a day since she’s left my portals,

Feels like forever though..

I still wait for her by my window, hoping this was all just a bad dream.

That’s when reality scratched me hard on my face,

She’s gone and she’s left me broken and numb…

Left me hoping against hope that she’ll bounce back to life and come trotting,

Tears blur my vision, I can’t think straight,

Lord, you have embraced a beautiful friend of mine, a sister.

Have you any room for one more cat in heaven, Lord?

Because my Google is on her way there… And just so you know, she’s a keeper.

I wonder what she’s up to in Cat Heaven, probably melting someone’s heart away…

I hope they feed her on time and rub her head the way she likes it…

I hope she’s looking down at me, her big round eyes full of excitement,

She brought cheer, happiness and truck loads of entertainment.

She’ll annoy you sometimes, throw unwanted tantrums… But she’ll be your best friend.

I love you Google and always will. You’ve left me with heartache, chasing sleep.

I think about you all the time… It’s going to be hard for me… But, I’ll tag along…

I’ll meet you over the rainbow bridge, someday.

And when we meet, we’ll cross the Rainbow Bridge together with you trotting alongside, just like always.

So, I lost my pet cat, Google yesterday.. I decided to pen my thoughts.. It’s hard for me to explain the bond we shared, the beautiful memories she brought.. I just hope she’s safe up there.. She’ll be my princess forever.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…. 

The China Girl.

Nǐ hǎo. Nǐ zěnme yàng.
Sorry, I got a little carried away.

Have you ever fallen in love with food? Well, I just did.

I should have been born and brought up in China. In fact, most of us should have. Be honest. How many of us, at this moment, are craving for some hot steaming dimsums?  Or or even better (smirks), a plate of Kung Pao Chicken?
Dream on.


Chinese food has created a rage. Not only here but it has become a globalised cuisine. The aroma of the Dragon chicken, fills the air as I enter Cascade, a restaurant in Chennai, dedicated to Chinese. I wolf down some wontons as I ponder on what makes this Chinese cuisine so mouth watering and all encompassing.

I am truly taken aback at the response received by any Chinese restaurant newly opened. They make money like no man’s business . That’s the cue for the most asked question. “Is it costing our Indian culture? ” Of course not. In my personal opinion,  there are people of all sorts. Some are experimental and adventurous.  They want their hands on everything possible. Some people on the other hand, the stereotypical ones, stick to their mainstream cuisine.
I’m not very experimental when it comes to food. You give me a plate of Sesame Fried Prawns and I’ll forget the world.


Let’s not forget the Darsan,  Date Pancakes and Fried Ice Creams served along with it.


So, would you be happy if your boss gives you a business proposal in China? Hell to the yeah you will. Hold that happiness.

India serves Chinese food with an Indian twist. You go to China, you will be in for a LungFung soup, my friend. You will get a hot steaming plate of cockroaches instead of your mesmerising Kung Pao Chicken.
You wouldn’t want that, would you?
*Lets out a small laugh*

I agree Chinese is one of the most acceptable and relished cuisines but once you get the real taste, you might have to reconsider that thought.

For now, chow down some of your Mandarin Noodles until you holiday in Shanghai. Jokes aside, I will never ever change my opinion. I can never part with my first love – Chinese ♡

Will you be happy if I tell you Rice and Noodles are the staple food in China? Great. I can almost see you grinning. Grin wider when I tell you they drink a lot of Chai. Tea, to be more precise.

I’m going to get a lot of hate messages if I keep going on about this oh so amazing, mesmerising,  mouth watering – I should stop* cuisine . So keep calm and eat Chinese.

What are you still here for? Quick. Go get your plate of chopsuey and HOG.


Oh and Stay Smiling 🙂


I saw this girl the other day, wearing this exact same pair of Boyfriend jeans. I just have to own it, dad. No, wait. Hold that. Get me that Linen Cardigan. Just look at it, it has my name all over it. Reality Check : Does it really? Nah. Then why do we go flocking behind materialistic things that don’t rightfully belong to us. You know what they say, just go with the flow.

Doesn’t it ever occur to us, that we have started becoming trendstalkers instead of trendsetters? We keep aside our wild imaginations,  withered dreams and undiscovered talents and let someone else’s brain do the work. So we let our brains rust and let someone else take the credit and walk away with the glory? A little unfair, don’t you think?

Instead, we can always find alternatives to boost our inner twin a little. Tattoo it in your brain that you have what it takes to be a trendsetter.

Do you know how many seconds it takes to walk to a mirror, look at yourself and mutter “I love looking at the person in front of me. She screams Confidence, Beauty and Courage”. Just few milliseconds to be exact.

Never overlook your flaws. Why? Because you can use them to make the next one perfect.  Don’t pay too much attention to your peers. Sure, they might be your best friend, soul mate or even your next door neighbour. But you know what they say, keep your friends close but your enemies closer. You will be torn between the genuine ones and oh well, the non genuine ones.

Will you jump into the well if your friend jumps? But that’s exactly what we’re doing. Only in a different way. See, the word different can be applied in different contexts. Be different. See different. Talk different. Sing different.  Dance different or even bake different.  See what I mean?

If you fall once, so what? Keep falling. Once, twice or even thrice. Because the fourth time, you can stand up beautifully, head held high.

Everyone keeps giving the same mainstream talks. “Be yourself.”, “Be who your are” , “Love yourself” – You know the drill. But, hear me out . Because I like to be my own beautiful.  Do you have what it takes to be your own kind of beautiful?  Of course you do. It’s your duty to look deep within and when I say deep, I mean it. *raises eyebrows*. There’s so much more to life than being the It girl/boy.

Do you have what it takes to be your own kind of beautiful? Because, I think you do.

Stay smiling 🙂