An Open Letter to My 15 Year Old self..... :)

Hey Midnight Girl ,

Hope you are staying awesome as you were. I know you are anxiously going through this letter , curious why I didn't manage  to track  you down on Facebook or Hangouts and freaking out seeing why they addressed you as Midnight Girl? Well , surprise!!!! Its YOU!.....three years into the future. And Spoiler Alert , you have not joined  any Institution for the "Repeat Sessions" you thought you would take to clear the Medical Entrance. Instead you have defied all the laws drawn by your relatives and social circles , went ahead and chose something that you thought was good for you.

I'm not writing this letter to tell you that things are going  to change and life ahead is not a path full of roses.I think you already know that. Our futures are unpredictable, and if we could gaze into them, we would know how to avoid certain situations and relationships, which would allow us to sail smoothly for the duration of our short lives. But I think , even at 15 , you know this would be purposeless , as experience fosters growth. And I promise you'll learn that lesson  brutally throughout the following years.  

You are going to meet a whole lot of new people, going to take a stand and fight off the entire world and trust an entirely wrong person. Fear not , initially all of this may sound strange to you and you may think whether you are strong enough to face all of it .But , at the end of the day , you are going to find your footing in this big bad world.

There are going to be haters and mean people who will try to let you down and frown you down in the baby steps you take towards your goal. Build your throne with the rocks they throw at you and learn to conquer and rule over them with your hard work and humility. There are going to be times in your life,  after all that hard work and stuff,  you may fail to reach where you wanted to be the most. Bad luck , others may say. But never be disheartened and most importantly , NEVER EVER think of giving up. Brace yourself up and prepare yourself to work the double with even more zest and enthusiasm.

Life , my dear girl , is going to give you a truck load of lemons . Learn to prepare some mock-tails and lemonade , serve it to others and savor some of it for yourself. You are going to make a million mistakes , but never forget to learn your lessons from them. You are going to feel lost  and may be confused about the decisions you are going to take for your future self.  Don't panic. Just breathe and do the stuff what YOU, (mind , only YOU) think is right. Never compromise with your self-respect , dignity and identity , come what may.

You are going to meet some wonderful people , who will grow to be your own family. They are the people you need to keep close , and even though you people are going to fight like cats and dogs , never LOSE them. Keep them close to your heart and treat them nicely. Never forget your roots , no matter how far you go in your life. The next three years aren't going to be easy , but they won't be impossible either. Nothing in your life is , your mindset will help you to overcome the unimaginable. Just remember to keep your heart open and the rest will follow. Start giving yourself a little more credit , you're not half as bad as you may think you are.

Read a ton of books. Create your own fictional world and characters. Allow your free spirit to soar and roam around. Watch good movies and listen up to some new bands. And above all , learn something new each day and find happiness in all the little things possible. Sure , there are going to be crappy days in your life. But never let those one day ruin your entire stack of good moments.

Loosen up yourself a bit , girl and learn to live IN the moment. You are so going to enjoy this ride!!!

With metric tons of love and some more ,
Midnight Girl.

PS. Do yourself a favor and clean your shelves. Some rude surprises are waiting for you.
Oh , and never wear your shoes without checking it. Again. Rude surprise.

LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!

This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D

AN ADIEU TO MY ALMA-MATER.

Its been approximately 5 months . I was done with my Finals , rushed down those steps and ran. For once , I looked back and took it all in. This was where I spent my 7 years , 7 long years ... apart from my home. And without a glance back , I hailed an auto and hopped into it. That was my "real" farewell. I'm sorry , if I disappoint you , but you think I miss you?. I don't.

You think I can live without you?  Oh yes , I can! 

You think I'm completely and irrevocably in love with you?  I ain't.

But then , the question arises. Why? Why a goodbye if you don't give a damn about me?

Because , every time I think about you , I feel like I'm back home. M.P Hall , where I stood as the new-comer on my very first day , knowing nothing about you. The place where , every morning , we used  to sing..."Daya kardan vidya ka..." It was the same place where our juniors bid us a colorful farewell on our last working day. You saw our futile promises to be in touch forever. But little did we know that , it would only take a couple of days to get busy with our own lives.

My Alma-Mater. You ARE deceiving. You promise a bunch of smarter kids and good grades. You talk big time about dreams and aspirations. And you definitely talk of making friendships, which you said was going to last for a lifetime. Why didn't you ever tell me that hearts break here? Why didn't you ever tell me that here , people don't make friends , they grow into a family? Why didn't you ever tell me that missing you would never be enough? WHY?

Do I talk about all those classes I'd wanted to but didn't bunk? Or do I say about all that excitement  we had for the Social Science Exhibitions? Or how we cheered for our Houses during our Sports Meet? And all the rush for sunglasses and jackets to look cool for our yearly tours? The excitement we had for the "zero-periods" which was allotted for the practice sessions for the Annual Day ? Or do I simply sit numb and the side walls in our MP Hall , trying to take in as much as possible?

The breeze will still blow.  They will take it in sitting in the playground , not us. Football will be played in the rain after school hours , uniforms will be drenched and there will be hoots and shouts in the playground. But they'll be playing , not us. The canteen will still be packed and the lime and egg-puffs will still taste heavenly. But they will have it , not us. The classes will get monotonous sometimes. They'll sleep during the class , not us. There will still be Inter-school Competitions. Bu they'll represent you , not us. There will still be morning assemblies , but they'll conduct the show , not us.

So , this is it. Is it a goodbye , then? Never. Good-byes are for occasions where you're sure that you will NEVER EVER meet in your good life. There are parts in me , grateful that the high school is over (finally) and one can step in to the next phase and never look back. Still , there is a part , which longs for you and grateful to you for moulding me up as a person that I'm today. My Alma-Mater. You'll be on top. Always.

PS.

"Once a KV'n , always a KV'n."

LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!

This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D

THE SPELLS AROUND ME..... :)

I was not the sort of a person who used to believe in fairy tales , you know? I still don’t. I know the never-ending corridors of castles,  the gowns and the ballrooms, the Prince charming and the fire breathing dragons … they are all a sham. Even as a kid , I had never thought myself to be a damsel in distress , who was waiting for her fairy godmother to make her wishes come true and then in need for her knight to rescue her from her cruel stepmother. No, I had never believed in that kind of magic…. never. But yes, throughout my life , I have experienced magic a lot of times to know that it truly exists.

I felt magic for the first time when I was four. I was lost in the crowd , my eyes searching for my dad among the rush and crying my heart out. I was looking for a familiar face and I was scared out of my wits. That moment , when my dad came rushing and held my hand , I found all of my tension dissipating away. He was there and it was all that mattered. My sorrows and worries were buried over a double scoop chocolate ice cream.

I felt the magic when I held my brand new Apsara pencil for the first time , and my teacher taught me how to write. The words flowed so easily on the paper and branded themselves there so boldly , that I instantly knew this was some advanced sorcery.

I felt the magic , the moment I was introduced to the world of books. You know the smell of stories… that old smell of wars and heart-breaks , love and lust , mystery and magic…. Which is addictive than any branded perfume available in today’s market. The moment I felt the pages in my hand , I could feel the spell working on me.

I felt the magic when I was carelessly wandering around the lush green meadows , drinking in all the freshness of white lilies , feeling the wind in my hair. I cared the least about the world , felt the wet mud under my feet and lost myself in the petrichor after the rain.

When I sat in the class with my best friend , laughing uncontrollably at some stupid joke , I felt the magic , the spell of happiness wind around me.

I felt magic when I sat watching the night sky and the stars listening to Enya’s “Only Time” which stirred a peaceful yet a zestful chord in my heart.

When I saw his face which raced my heartbeat and unleashed a ton of butterflies in the pit of my stomach , I felt the spark of magic. His unkempt curly hair which was all over his face , eyes which sparkled when he smiled …… it was magic , pure magic , when I experienced love for the very first time , his face alive in my dreams and my wishful world.

It was magic when I managed to track down my friends , whom I thought I had lost in the mad rush. It was even more wonderful to know that I still had a place in their hearts and they never actually erased me from their minds.

I felt the magic when my father hugged me tight and told me everything will be alright , when I was miserable and cribbing about everything I had lost , I felt all my worries dissolving.

No , I never believed in fairy tales , but magic , it is too much alive in the little things we do to ignore.

Too strong to not to feel its power.

Too potent to not believe in it with every ounce of our being.

Magic is everywhere. You just have to believe.

PS:

They say there is silver lining in every cloud.

May be , you're my lining.... :)

For you , a thousand times over. 

LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!

This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D