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WHAT A DAY.

Bright lights, Ed Sheeran's music echoing in my ears, and eyes on the Twitter and Facebook timeline was how my Sunday started. I never knew it would be so good, Alhumdulilah. I felt so easy to be honest, she was sleeping and I was waiting for her to wake up so she could make my day and my night and my morning. Anyway, I want a BMW 7 series in white. I seriously don't know why I wrote the last line all of a sudden but I am so happy I can merely contain. I don't want to go to college now, college messes me up, college messes my routine up, it plays with my feelings and my time. I don't know, maybe I am worrying too much but I need to score more now. You know, if I need to be a mine of jewels, I need to tear myself apart. My bestfriend said to me the other day that


'Irtaqa ke liye takhreeb ki zaroorat nahi hoti.'

 Which roughly translates into 'For development, you don't need to destroy.' This line brought an immediate smile to my face and I don't even know why. I think it was because I can relate to this so perfectly. It's almost amazing that I am shorter and younger than most of my friends and still talk more sense and have experienced more of life than them. Amazing! I am getting too narcissist maybe, or self obsessed or maybe have a very high self esteem and the thing is I don't let anybody destroy or make it weak. Well as the day progressed I thought and thought and thought, and I came to the conclusion that I need to be more productive. My family didn't let me drive today, they feel so insecure with me on the wheel, nevermind. The thing is jolly nature and humour doesn't get you anywhere with the higher community, power, respect, money and reputation does which is what I need to achieve. And seriousness, seriousness is a must. Baba Jallaludin Rumi said

'Behind every atom of this world hides an infinite universe.'

 So, it meant that every single one of us have our own worlds, we just need to discover them. Take care guys, peace!

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