my life in numbers

1, I guess it’s when it all began-this thing called life

2,3 a chubby little thing who cried all day and people would admire

4,5,6 long-forgotten memories I hope I could revive; but clearly remember were the best times of my life

7 and 8- a blur; when my life wouldn’t be perfect anymore. But yet bubbly I was, not knowing how my life had changed and continued playing ball

9 and 10, not a lot; learning responsibilities from my grandma, eagerly waiting for my dad to come home with anecdotes that I would laugh at for a while

11,12,13 brought a huge change in this thing called life, the fruits of which I enjoyed for a while

14 and now close to 15, I wish it could all go back to 4,5 and 6 where i could cherish the happiest memories for a longer time


Hey guys:)

We all have a happy place- a great memory, a literal place or even a person that makes you feel safe and comfortable.

And although people talk about moving on with your life, Ifeel happiest when i think about the little time i spent with my mom, my old dog and i keep wondering what my life would be like if I still had all of these people and things in my life.

Comment down your happy place:)

lots of love,




Have any of you heard about the Victorian language of flowers?

Victorians used to communicate with specific flower arrangements.

It might sound ridiculous,but again everything has an origin or a starting point.

Some people might ask,what use is the language of flowers?What’s the use of each flower having a symbolic meaning?

Some would say,when we exchange appropriate flowers,it helps our emotional health.

But for me,I like flowers!They give me that sense of excitement and amusement you know which makes me automatically reach for my camera and capture that moment of beauty so I shall remember it forever.

And that is why I looked into the language of flowers.

Every single flower has a different meaning.There were so many things which I could understand better.

For instance,The Indian Jasmine and Carolina Jasmine look very much alike.In fact,they almost look the same.

But one means attachment and the other means separation

Ironic huh?

If you think deeper,you could relate this irony to something that happened in your life atleast once.If it does ring a bell,comment down below.I would love to read them:)

A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose” ~Gertrude Stein

This is a line from a very famous poem.It means ‘Things are just the way they are’

My blogs are often about how I try to accept reality for what it is,even though I mostly cannot.

So this quote means a lot to me and hopefully will to a lot more people who are possibly going through similar to what I am

I had a sudden interest in the language of flowers when I read this book called the ‘The language of flowers’

Trust me,it is a sappy book but give it a chance.

Frankly,it’s about this girl who was abandoned as soon as she was born and a social worker triedsto help the girl find a family for 8 years.

She would be difficult.She didn’t know how to love and she was never loved.

But soon she meets this one woman who changes her life.

Who not only loves her but teaches her something that means a lot to her-The language of Flowers,which later has great significance in her life.

This book is not only about flowers but maternal love.

How much a girl yearns to have a mother who would understand her.

We shout at our mothers,yes.They annoy us,yes.They don’t always have the same picture in mind as us,yes.

But also,do they love us? Yes.

Give us what we need? Yes.

Harboured us in their stomach for months? Yes.

Those who have their mothers should be eternally grateful for them.Take it from me,I was not lucky enough to have her for the part of my life where I would actually remember things.I wasn’t lucky enough to carry some good memories of us.

But most of you do.

Moss (Bryopsida):- maternal love

Loads of love,


The single story

Once,I watched a video where this woman talks about ‘the single story’ and how strong the influence of the single story is.

Before I get into that,I am so relieved my academic year has come to an end.I had wanted to blog about this for very long and now that I’m finally off my internet detox I can.(I could stay off the internet for 3 months I was honestly surprised yay)

What is the single story?

Explaining this is gonna be quite hard but well.

The story of blacks and whites,the blacks being treated as inferior,blacks being oppressed,

Why?Just why?

It’s because someday,sometime, some person/community thought people who were not of the same colour as them had no right to live.

But something as stupid as that had such a strong influence.It led to revolutions between people,nations and the entire freaking world too.

And it is continuing till date.

That perception or mindset that a single person/community had,has led to this.

That is the power of single story.

Sometimes,people are too scared to act,to differ,or to protest.

‘Oh he’s doing it,I’ll do it too’

‘Oh he thinks that way,I should think that way too’

‘Oh believes so,I should believe so too’


If a single story can affect that many people,why have a single story that causes so much destruction.

People should open their minds and believe that ANYTHING can happen.

The danger of a single story is that it destroys hope,even that tiny flicker of hope among people that the world will be a better place.

If a group of people believe in something that’s wrong,it’s not always wrong.Our responsibility is to stop the wrong,not join it

This is the danger of the single story.

There shall be one and only one single story;Anyone can do anything and everyone is the same.

The power of this single story is what can bring the world together.

We need to think,believe and work towards a better tomorrow

We shouldn’t wait until a person without hands paints a picture to prove their worth.

We need to support them from the very beginning.

There is so much suffering in the world,and there is so little we can do.

The least we can do is not believe in a single story that hamper unity and have faith in people.

The world has to become a better place,we have to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves and we should have our own stories.

Until next time,



I enter my new room and my cozy wooden bunk bed is replaced with a fancy white cot

I look around at my room where I have organised all the little things that I love

High above the bed,golden fairy lights glow brighter than ever

I stare at my study and a neat planner is attached onto the wall with my books stacked up neatly

And then finally I turn to my bookcase ,the best part of the room; the scent of my books take my breath away

I am holding a mug of tea in my hand and turn to the curtains,the huge blue curtains,as blue as sapphires on a queen’s crown

I feel the curtains allowing the fuzzy material to touch my hands comforting me and making me feel home

I can hear the unexpected drizzle and I can hear each single drop of rainwater hit the roof and go ‘splash!’

I come back and look into the mirror,a mirror attached to the wall from the ceiling to the floor

And I think to myself, everything around me has changed. But have I?Should I?What should I change?


Hey guys!

This year went by really fast and this was around the time I started the blog …and I am so grateful to all my followers,thank you so very much:)

I just wanted to write down what was going on in my mind now and well I did^^^

So 2018 is almost here and it’s the time for resolutions again!

The most relatable thing in the world for humans is probably trying to keep up with their new year resolutions and failing!

But I’m going to take 3 resolutions which I’ll try my best to make happen:- be happy never be the reason for someone else’s unhappiness

3.Be grateful for all I have

We all always want the best of the things in life and we never realise how much we already have,and how much we don’t appreciate them.

And this includes me.

So I’m gonna try to make the above happen?

What about you?

Comment down your new year resolutions,I would love to read them:)

With love and wishing you a merry Christmas,

amateurxblogger x))

Traveling alone?

Lookin’ around.

Passengers everywhere looking into their phones or are busy in their own way ,everyone having a story of theirs,everyone living their life,everyone dealing with their problems and it could be ANYTHING

This is the first time I’m traveling alone in a flight;not an international one but well.

This might not even seem a big deal.

But i just consider this one.

Whenever I do something for the first time,you know that thing inside of you that goes like “You’ll remember this moment forever”

So I went to my grandparents’ place and oh my god,so much happened in 2 days I can’t even explain it all.

My grandparents’ neighbours got this little dog,just a local breed;but that poor thing bless it.

It’s barely 6 months old and yesterday I was the first person to bathe it,take it for a walk and feed it something that was not scraps or leftover.

Like those people don’t even care about the dog and honestly I don’t like them for it but they are not that privileged and have a hard time taking care of themselves but they shouldn’t ruin this pup’s life whatsoever.

I bet that dog had never been off its leash ever until yesterday.

Today when I left the little one I couldn’t care less about anything else.

It’s just that sad face of it ;

“Please don’t leave,take me with you”

And I would have tried taking him along but those people didn’t want him to go away.

He keeps the rats away it seems.

I couldn’t really argue but ugh.

We kind of bonded and all I wish is for that dog to be happy,to live a life like other dogs,to be elsewhere.

I hope by the next time I come to see him he would have run away or something ’cause he’s one smart dog.

The smartest I’ve met for a 6 month old.

This might seem like such a childish issue to bring up but whether it’s an animal or a human or even a plant,

They all deserve to be treated the same,

In a good way.

Just like how we want to be treated,just like how we want all the best things in life,

Every other living thing wants them too

All this dog wants is happiness and I pray with all my heart for him to have some.

So here I am,seated in my return flight,Seat 19A arriving soon.

This was one trip I would never forget because it was one of realisation and something I did all by myself.

Have you met an animal you have bonded so well with but had to let go?

Comment down below:)

Until next time,


*Mic drop*

When people ask you how well you performed(anything at all)on stage last week,

You’ll probably give ’em some answer like

“Oh it went extremely well”


“Oh I kinda messed up it was pretty bad but well whatever”


Something else which I don’t know ’cause I can’t read minds of other people;I’m no Colin Cloud :p

But these are the most common replies I get when I ask people how well they did!

You know that feeling when you are going to go on stage and gonna be the only person like thousands of people are gonna be watching or listening to?

And you have that nervous breakdown inside of you and you want to scream out loud?

I get it ALL THE TIME.

I’ve kinda told you all a little about my stage fear in one of my previous posts but well,

Even though it’s not like my biggest fear,when I’m on the stage I think to myself


But after I get off,I’m just all chill and I like completely forget about it.

We had like this public speaking workshop in school a few days back and there was this retired man from the Air Force whose words just inspired me and it was well,wonderful!

He talked about how we should not try to conquer and get rid of our fear,

But learn to live with it and use it to motivate us further to what we are doing!

And personally,this helped me a lot.

So there was a mathematics and science national championship which I was selected for…

And they didn’t tell us what we had to prepare for and there were like many different stages and in each stage they like eliminated over 75 children.

So it was basically a more humane version of the Hunger Games.

So I was super surprised when I made it to the Top 20.


It’s not like I doubted my knowledge I just lost almost all my confidence when in this last stage I had to go up the arena and talk about anything related to maths.

I looked pretty confident on the outside but inside I was just shivering;I just wanted to be back under the duvets of my cozy bed at home gah.

As soon as I got on stage,I like pushed the fear to like this one side and started thinking of things to talk about ’cause obviously this was an honest surprise!

And within seconds,words just flew out of my mouth and after I was done ,there was like a long applause and I just LOVED that feeling eeks.

A part of me was so happy I was able to avoid my fear and the other part was happy cuz I realised I was a good speaker haha!

So that’s how my stage fear ends!

For those of you who put in all their efforts to get rid of their fear like the old me,


Just learn how to live with it!

This is how my stage experiences will go now;)

*enters stage*

*picks up mic*


*mic drop*

*walks out of the stage like a boss *

Hope this helped you guys:)

Lots of love,



Before I start,I wanted you all to know I’ve started an Instagram for this blog!!

I’ll be posting many pictures of little things that bring happiness and spread positivity…So would mean a lot if you all followed!

Username: @amateurxblogger

So let me begin.

Where I’m from,wearing crop tops and shorts is not encouraged one bit.

If you lived where I live,you would hear the following,well pretty often I would say…

“Your knees aren’t covered wear a pant with your dress”

“Why is your belly-button showing???Do you want to get raped?”

“You can’t wear this,no,you are attracting all the “tomdickhairy-s” around”

“Why don’t you wear a top which has sleeves?”

“Listen to me,you can’t show too much skin alright?This world is not a place where you can wear anything and go skipping about humming to your favourite tune.Its not a romcom movie,it’s the real world”

Well,I’ll tell you what,

You CAN go around wearing anything,skipping about and humming to your favourite tune.

The people who expect you to follow rules on what you have to wear,

Ignore them.

I completely understand if it’s your mom or your grandma,ignoring is pretty hard.

But you can wear what you want and if that attracts attention from “tomdickhairy-s”,you show ‘em what you got.

Women should stop changing the type of clothes they wear.Let them do whatever they want.

Instead,why can’t people come together and change the minds of other people?

Is that very difficult?

Harassment,abuse,rape and whatnot…

Aren’t they all just ideas instilled in the minds of people?

Everything that is done to women in my country is wrong.

In capital letters,WRONG.

We have inequality in incomes,people throwing the girl child away as soon as she is born because of some stupid superstition,girls in villages being denied education from their very own parents,girls who are blamed for getting raped,5-year old children being murdered by their own parents because they can’t afford to raise them,abandonned children on the roads,child marriages everywhere.

How could the mindset of people be ever more wrong?

A child’s,speaking for male and female,life is ruined by child marriages even though declared illegal.

50% of the women in today’s world are indirectly being restricted to what men enjoy.

Am I speaking for women’s rights and putting down men’s rights?



Until and unless this world is going to change its mind ,

We women should never stop fighting for what we deserve.

Don’t let anyone tell you what to do.

Girl Power ain’t never going to die.

Until next time,