Baby pink soft toys, Flirting around with tough boys!

Having an obsession with the color pink and putting their wits into the sink.

Letting emotions control their decisions. So, that their lives can never be lead by precision.

I definitely ain't this kinda girl. Indeed the one who insults with a hurl.


But.. If you do get to know me, You"ll understand that i am not a ******* vender.

Not a narcissist. But, hell yes a pacifist.

I'd love to live and die as a pertinent, I hope my thoughts were a little more Consistent!

It's the pain which might overtake the memories.
  It's the memories that will help to live.
  It's the life that gave such moments.
  It's the moments that are made by friends.
  It's these friends who were once strangers.

And now these strangers have become family!

A Family that one would regret not to have.
  A Family that one would love to share secrets, tears and laughter with.
  A Family whose boundless joys glorify their every little achievement.
  A Family that shares immense love and affection.

It is a family of people, who were once strangers!

The anticipation of meeting you all again multiplies the pain.
  The pain that these memories give, the same memories also sweeten it.
  This sweetness is what I’ll crave for,
  This crave will never die as long as I'll survive..

Though the pain might overpower the memories, it’s these memories which will make the pain, sweeter to bear!