Tangled in Thoughts

I know a girl who used to love art She used to paint and draw her heart I know a girl who used to read a lot Novels and poems and history and what not. I know a girl who used to sing and dance To every opportunity that came her way, she'd prance. I know a girl who could craft imaginative stories She would write poems and tales, all with such ease. I know a girl who was fearless and fierce In her own little ways. She had no fears. Where is she today? Today she has grown up And I don't see her in me anymore. 

Georgie, You wanted me to write a review of you. If this were a "slam book" (remember those?!) or an autograph book, I would have crafted brilliant best friends forever quotes for you. But this is my blog. So I honestly don't know what to write, man! How do I review someone who has been a such an inseparable part of my life as you? I'm clueless. Would my life have been the same without you there? No. It would have been a whole lot different, a whole less crazier, a whole less exciting. Who would have given me the green sign to mentally date Daniel Radcliffe and obsess about marrying him one day? Who would have been the first to read all my Harry Potter fan fictions if not for you? Who would I have shamelessly narrated all my dreams involving Dan to? Who would I have created an orkut fake id with?! Who would I have shared a normal (?) teenage with? Fact is, you know me in all my glory and all my ignominy. And I know you the same. If I start listing down the thing...

It’s been months since I wrote something other than academic related works. So I decided to pen down my thoughts at the moment. Maybe this is the Pink Floyd flooding my room talking, but I am attempting an introspection. And what better way for introspection than write them down, right? We tend to make assumptions of others easily. We judge, assume and then do not even try to understand people from their side. By we, I mean humans. So, today I’m turning those unwanted skills to look into myself. What about me sucks? If there is one thing I absolutely suck at, it is expressing my feelings. I am fine at expressing happiness and laughter and maybe irritation to a limited extent but I struggle at expressing delicate feelings such as love, sympathy, or even sadness. I have lost the count when I have been surprised at how easy the same is for people around me. Expressions of love come naturally to everyone except me, but how can it be? Part of the reason could be that I’ve only bee...