The Healing Storm

Sometimes in life, you face few unexpected moments, which give you a blend of tears and pleasure at a same time. The girl Anushka was thinking to write down this same feeling few days back and thanked a person who was the reason behind it via the post on her blog. He does not know what he did then, but Anushka thanked him to treat her that time nicely. In life, there are people who are somewhere responsible for the hidden pain inside you, and they are the one who can only console you for that. She still finds her friends talking about him. They still ask her whether she has moved on or not. That is not a question, she says every time to them – “Of course, I moved on. But, that doesn’t mean I can hear anything for him. I know few of you will see this with a doubt; my friend and even my fiancé sometimes taunts me about the same. But, I think when you know your misdeeds, you don’t have any right to point out someone else mistakes. What he did was his part of story, and what I did was mine. No one has right to judge him or me.”

It’s All About Friendship

Friends I met, friends I made

You are someone to rely upon

How much months have taken or say years…

Friends I met, friends I made

A tribute

We all have friends in our life. Some of us have many and some have only a few to count. Whenever you met those friends, have you felt that they are changed now? Hmmm well I don’t think so. Friends are always the same as they were before and never change themselves for you. It was my school fiat, where I met my schoolmates and close buddies after five years. it was my superb day as I met my school teachers. It was a great feeling that they all remember my name and even I too. They are now getting older, wrinkles can be seen easily on their faces, but still those years and memories are still present in their mind. Talking about the event, a word- Wow! lots of games and food were there for us. We all enjoyed a lot. It was a marvelous tribute by school as teachers and students have participated. They were celebrating the two things- Happy 100 years of Delhi and the Birthday of D.A.V. school. Being a Davian, I was remembering my old days that I spent there. We all roam in the school and memories surrounded us. There was our basket ball court, there was our nursery classroom, all the structure is now changed. We were observing the things that was not there when we were here. Still it feels awesome when we called it our school. What we are now is just because of our school teachers. I want to thank them all for making us so much self-dependent. Love you all.