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What’s the most stupidest thing you’ve ever done?

Hi guys 🙋,

We have all done so many stupid things haven’t we but what is the most stupidest thing that you’ve ever done? Among all the stupidities that I’ve committed in the past 20 years the one that stood out to me was the one that I’ve committed about 8,9 years ago. It was really stupid and a bit painful too. So the story goes something like this . .

We had a group of girls who would go out in the evening to ride our bicycles and have some fun. On the very day of my stupidity my sister was riding her bicycle and I was sitting behind her. Suddenly as the bike was going fast and idea popped into my head and the idea was

I wanted to get off a moving bicycle 😌

I know I know it was stupid that’s why it’s titled stupid 😂. And guess what I executed my stupid idea, I think I was too much into physics that day that I tested Gravity and Inertia at same time from a bike 🙇. But guess what I forgot the main thing in Physics Laws of motion 😥. Well the rest is history, I fell down hurt myself badly 🤕 and it was very painful. But the most embarrassing thing was explaining to everyone what and why I did it 😳.

So guys this was the most embarrassing and the most stupid thing I have ever did in my life. Now tell me what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done? So what are you waiting for comment 😂. I’m waiting for your comments 😉.


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Personal Thoughts, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

How strange

I don’t know why the dark clouds

Covered my eyes and why

It started raining inside my head

Why my eyes flooded

At the thought of you and why

I missed the sun so much.

I woke up from bed without a smile

I forced one out after a while

Still I felt happy, for a while

But at the sound of you it rained on me

The cold drops of pearls made me ice

I wished that they would, freeze my heart

I wished for the Sun to Dawn on me

Dry my soaking wet clothes

And warm my skin

Give me light and evaporate my tears

I wished to feel alive, feel warm

So that I could catch my breath.

Oh! I remember how I longed to cry

At one point in life and how I couldn’t.

Now I wish not to shed tears and

They are washing down my cheeks

Stealing my breath

Salting my lips

Choking me.

How strange is life,

How strange is love,

How strange is strange itself,

And how strange is you and me both.


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Personal Thoughts, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Listening to the Rain

The dusted floor, and me above it

Staring into Oblivion,

Not trying to find answers

Because asking questions needed strength

The music of crickets playing in the background

The lightning painted temporary paintings

On the dark black walls

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The thunder roared out some

Secrets in the dark,

Not to be heard by anyone

But to be feared by everyone,

I did not dread it nor feared.

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For the thunderous sounds doesn’t mean anything

It’s the rain that needs to be heard

They have a million words to say

In each drops and they’ll say it,

Even if you ask them questions or not

They’ll say it out loud and in whispers too

They may sing it and I’ll dance with them again

They’ll say it and I’ll hear them this time

In silence, in calmness and with will.


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Personal Thoughts, Thought for the day, Tips for life

Accompanying Happiness

Happiness is something special isn’t it, almost all of our life’s aim is to be happy. We all try and be happy all the time but it doesn’t necessarily works the way we want it to. Still we try. Trying sometimes makes us angry because we try and we try and we fail and that makes us more frustrated because we’re not getting happiness, the main and the important thing in our life. Happiness!

Happiness is not getting satisfaction from material things, but actually happiness is being contented in what you have. I find happiness when I understand myself. It took a lot of time to finally get there where I could actually understand myself but once you know who you are it’s hard not to be happy. Because the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do in life is finding you and you’ve achieved that. To understand yourself all you need to do is feel yourself and look inside yourself.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t have my share of bad days, angry days, lazy days etc but if I feel sad I just stay sad, if I feels like crying I cry, if I get Angry I express that too. It’s when we bottle up all our emotions we lose ourselves, it’s when we don’t express we get depressed and therefore we can’t be happy. So just remember the easiest way to achieve happiness is by introspecting your feelings, expressing your emotions and knowing in your heart that you are the hero of your story.

Life is a journey and happiness will always be your companion if you treat him right.

So God bless you all and I’m wishing all the happiness in the world. Stay blessed 😘😘

Personal Thoughts, Thought for Change, Thought for the day, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Why do goodbyes . . .

Why do we want people to stay

Only when they bid adieu ?

Why didn’t we want to hold them near

When we were their dear ?

Why do smiles fail and eyes talk

When we hear goodbyes ?

Why does something that starts

With a good feels this bad in our hearts ?

Why do we still stay there under the

Same tree in the rain, even though

Seasons changed so many times ?

Why did we feel as if we’ve parted

With our soul, when they’ve parted with us ?

Why do we hear their words

Incessantly echoing in our ears,

And our heartbeats stays the same ?

Why do goodbyes hurts this much ?

Why do some goodbyes hurts this much ?

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Personal Thoughts, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Broken Angel — 2

She didn’t fell in love with the night but darkness engulfed her at a tender age. I got hold of some of her torn pages yesterday. They weren’t dark, tears are never dark. How could she enjoy the night sky when everything around her is pitch black, not just the sky but everything else too. She set her wings in fire so that she could walk in all these darkness without anyone’s help, fearless because other’s would be scared of the fire that’s covering her. But the truth was, she was more afraid than anyone, so she just did all that she could do, she fed the fire.

She covered herself in flames and she burned with it. But her heart was still tender, I could feel that. Her each sighs felt like she was pouring hot lava into my heart. But the stolen glances she had at me cooled my heart at once. Everytime I was around her I felt as if I was hot and cold at the same time, like I’m dying and I’m reborn again, I’m melting and I’m solidifying all at once. Like molten lava meeting the cold sea. Destructive beauty slowly turning to rock.

I wished to be the wind that would blow out the fire around her and make her feel gentle again. But then I feared that maybe the wind would spread the fire more and it will eat whatever green that is left in her. She set her wings on fire so that she could walk in darkness with light, the firey flames of her wings, and I didn’t wanted to be the reason for her turning to ashes. So I stayed away as much as I could, but how can a moth stay away from a flame, if they were destined to be. I wished for her to be my sun, so that I could navigate around her, and not the flame of the world’s lies that draws the moth only to death. . . .

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To be continued . . . .


You can read Broken Angel part–1 Here

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Personal Thoughts

Broken Angel –1

She was a broken Angel with wings of fire, the fire spread from her wings through her veins into her heart. But a simple touch would’ve cooled her down. Still I didn’t want to do it because, we’re always afraid of things we don’t understand. I wanted to read her but it’s just that either she was still unwritten or the pages that I wished I could read were torn. Still there is always something enticing about her, the way her hair falls on her face mostly covering her eyebrows, the beauty of her lying eyes, the way she always hummed while walking through the corridors and how I felt as if, it was only me who could decipher those tunes.

I wanted those lying eyes to reveal it’s secrets and set itself free. At least I wished that those secrets will be whispered into my ears by her and that will set me free, from the shackles that is making me a prisoner to the hidden her. I never really went near her, always looked at her from a distance because i knew, that if I take at least one step I would be drawn towards her for all of infinity and slowly her burning eyes will burn me, with dry ice, not with flames but with cold obscurity that hid behind her heart. . . . . .

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To be continued . . . . .

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