Being nostalgic

Its an extra ordinary day for me... (14th feb)
I did not mean by that "extraordinary"( spcl or better den other days) but here it means ordinary in extra (excessively ordinary). I feel strange wen all d gals on d hostel floor wish each other a cheerful valentine's n, get phone calls, roses n gifts frm their lovers n discuss merrily their experience of being in love... I feel it so very irrelevent to me.. like I am an odd one out bt neways I have also decided this tym that...
I want mom to b my valentine cz she constanly loves me from even before my birth wid all my incapabilities, my insufficiency and inefficiency.. actually she lovea what I m,, regardless of any expectation of improvemnt in me..
now when am residing away from her I realise every now n then that what I left behind.. n miss her like anything... jz wanna say,, hugging her tight n letting all the pain flow in once.. I LOVE YOU MAA and it really feels great when people says that you are shadow of your mother...

No one is perfect

I dont know where it will lead you..
I dont know how it will treat you..
bcz its life my dear,, at any point of time
it may cheat you..



In the all wise ways and happy sunny days,,
it may crush you or perhaps it defeat you..


option is always yours that how will u react..
how will you stand and walk,, knowing all the fact..

there may come many offer,, many may reject..
but my love,,keep in mind that no one is perfect..


set your mind and look forward as nothing at the back..
once you will reach the destination,, you will be the jack..