Why should I??

Every Morning I ask myself a question Why should I? Why should I struggle with this unsympathetic world? Why should I struggle so hard? But then I rest for a moment, sit down, Take a deep breath close my eyes and then the inside of me tells that I SHOULD because it is only me who has the power. POWER to KEEP GOING, POWER to FIGHT and the POWER to LOVE. It has to be me because God has created me for this purpose. He has given me the Brain to plan, a loving heart to spread love around irrespective of all the hatred in the world, 2 hands to create a master piece, two legs to inspect the beautiful world and above all two eyes to observe all the changes I can create.
Now I know that I should so I keep moving.

Nature

I love rainy season. Drizzling all day, running around , splashing water and black clouds.
Especially facing my head up towards the sky and feeling rain all over my face, simply awesome feeling.
I have recently shifted to Pune, I must say it looks great in Rains. I took some pics during my visit to Ellora cave and could not resist myself from uploading it on the blog.

http://ankita-natureatbest.blogspot.com/
here's the link

I miss myself

There comes a phase in life when we let go of our true self and try to be too good with others so they might like us. But the fact of the life is the harder we try to be liked by others the more opposition we face. And the least one is concerned whether he is liked or not the more people want to be around that person. Lately I also underwent that phase when I wanted some people to like me. But I realized that I can't change forever I might pretend for some days but I am real me from inside. Then why should I hide it. If they have to like me they will have to accept me with all my flaws. Because that's what I am.

Designed for Life

Home is a place where your heart resides
Home is a place that you decide
Home is a womb that holds the soul
Home is a place where one is whole

Home is the glow you hold in your eye
Home is the emotion that makes you cry
Home is safe and a place of peace
Home is a place where all striving cease

Home is protective against the others
Home is full of sisters and brothers
Home is where you find your rest
Home is where you feel your best
- Lisa Emry
This poem was published in Pune Mirror of TOI, I felt so homesick after reading this.

Memories

Old snaps with college friends, school friends, family and all the loved ones make me nostalgic. It makes me want to go in past and live in those moments forever. Why does time has to run so fast. Why can't have everybody in my life stay forever, near to me. Why do people and circumstances have to change. The more I want to hold on to something for longer the faster it slips away. Is there nothing that can be done.
I guess nothing.
Hmmmmm
Truly said

''Memories are very strange 

We laugh when we think of the moments we cried 

and

cry when we think of the moments we laughed together''