Sometimes I feel seventeen year old me will be really amazed to meet this new upgraded version of twenty one year old me.
Now I am not the one who spends her days locked inside the darkness of a gloomy room but I am somebody who opens the doors and windows to let the foul and repugnant smell left behind by some people. It’s not easy to do this when you have gotten used to the smell and when you start loving the mess but I have learnt it gradually over the years. After all life is all about lessons. It’s about people themselves, their failures, the lost people in their lives, the memories of them but most of all, its about your actions. It’s about someone who rises above this mess all around him.