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As A Matter Of Fact I am Mumbaikar Now...

@nidhiprajapatiblog While standing on my balcony I witnessed the yellow sky that was clearly shouting out loud, ‘I know you love me’. At that very moment I smiled with all my heart and being honest I don’t remember the last time I smiled that way.  I stood there and smiled in the wind that maybe was a little storm but for me, it was like an old friend finally saying hello. Hi, This is Kavya Mathur, signing in after a long time and I hope you must be a little curious to know about it after all. I never believed I could make into this city, Mumbai but I am doing it somehow, maybe because I know even at my falls that one person is right there to hold me and say, ‘start over again and again'. That person has changed many perspectives of my life but by the time we realized somewhere, we are rooted the same. Everything here in Mumbai has made me a whole new person that I ever dreamed of.  Struggling to get my space was really very very difficult for me, imagine I switched four house...
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Where Am I?!?

                            Where am I?   Having a family, friends, love, and a decent job. But still, I feel lost! Reason? I'll let you know once I figure it out.  It's tough to know what's wrong when you have everything sober going on in your life.  In the beginning when I used to get sad over something I always had an excuse build up in my head before, just like you all. Where we know we lack the motivation but since we can't get it from anywhere, we start blaming it on 'excuse'.  Right? I know I am,  because I got to experience. Ever wonder why we all feel happily sad? And sometimes it happens that you have like thousands of reasons to worry about but still you feel light-hearted? All these messy dilemmas are curses and cures at the same time with the condition of knowing how to shape it! It feels quite very confusing while you read, isn't it? It's okay. To make it a little comforting for...

When heart said, "Give me a chance to live love".

NOTE: Dear Raghav, You fit in every definition of love in my dictionary(you know, we know, what we know!).  @TGI Everyone believes in a love story but no one lives in a love story. That’s what is the essence of love. You just believe in what you feel, what you carry deep inside you for someone you love.   The heart knows everything but still, it keeps us going to find every bit of love our soul craves for.   People surrounding me think I don’t believe in the whole theory of love or romance. But! For me, love has been the purest mixture of care, freedom, possessiveness, and intimacy. That’s what I had been looking for my whole life(of course till now). Someone being restricting, demanding, or obsessive but understanding, calm, and smiles whenever looks up for me. Hi. I am Kavya Mathur and here I am, writing about love that I personally felt in my life so far. Yes! So far, because I don’t believe in decorating the future while trying to make myself unnecessarily perfec...

Let's Meet Again In The Same Universe!

What was holding us back? What was making us feel complete when we were not complete. Why it all felt beautiful and peace being around each other. Why did we still feel alone even when we knew we had each other? Why we never chose each other even after knowing we are already chosen. Why is it still so difficult to accept the way it all is? A Lot of questions are there in heart but definitely not in the mind. The reason is that, mind is all engaged with the career already and has no time for the flashbacks. But of course, the heart has quite plenty of time to think about the mess going side by side in life and I am also helpless in that case.  I decided to clear it all, and confront myself the day I will have no other issues but just one. And I guess today is the day. I still do have many issues along but I feel today it is more messed up that is affecting nothing but just the heart. @quotesnidhi @NSmedia I decided to talk myself out. So I went into my room, closed the doors and too...

A Day from my Diary!

(13 th sept 2020)   Hey, today is different from yesterday. Wait what did I just say? Isn’t it so obvious? But it was a different day for me. It was Sunday and everyone was putting stories about how beautiful the Sundays are and here I was murmuring to myself that why on the earth this day has arrived. As we all are aware of the NEET exam was going to be conducted on 13 th sept 2020. I was one of those aspirants (it sucks to give the exam for the 4th time in a row)! I woke up with thousands of lines over my forehead and a dull face which was screaming, ‘I don’t want to gooo’ (like Joey wanted to goo, F.R.I.E.N.D.S thing).   I took a bath and got dressed up in the dress code, ‘all light colors with no single button over it’. I mean it doesn’t make any sense either! I was so frustrated that I took a picture of my admit card and put it on my story. What happened next was beyond expectations. That very moment after uploading my NEET admit card, within 10 minutes my Wha...

Half Broken........ just like everyone!

Half Broken! Hey! I am Kavya Mathur, the one from ‘unknown relationship’ if you remember. Yeah! The one you all loved and before you remember Kartik, he is doing fine too. Today, I am here to share some more parts of me that will always live with like forever (although forever isn’t my type of word).   Teenage, the weirdest phase of my life, of everyone’s, where we all were broken and were trying to fix ourselves either with love or hate or fear or anxiety or depression.   I was watching the last season of the series, thirteen reasons why, that a lot people think is too depressing to watch but still a lot of us watched it. Although our high school was never about killing, hiding, dying inside but we still were broken like we all needed to be healed some days back. I was one of those kids who used to be quite more of the time but loved to speak up with my friends standing at my back. When my high school started, one of my girlfriend was too sweet and so she got involved w...

I am from Army....!

I am from Army! I was eleven when I decided to be an army officer just like my father. I always used to see him in the uniform and had always witnessed the happiness and pride of wearing it, so when they asked me what I want to be, I said, ‘my father’. I always wanted to serve for my country and so whenever my father used to come back home I always asked him to train me mentally and physically. At the age of eighteen, my father died in a terrorist attack at the border. He came wrapped into the flag and I could see everyone crying including me but not my mother and my grandfather. At first I thought they have lost their senses to judge the situation. His body was lying in front of us and I was witnessing the prideful smile on my mother’s and grandfather’s face, that moment was like they haven’t lose anything but they have gained. Everyone was surrounding us and all the army men who came along were standing too. I asked my mother that why she is smiling and so dadu?  And with the sam...