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After coming home I have been busy. Ate so much. Mom said I lost weight and she is feeding me all the time, now I can't remember how hunger feels like, today I didn't do anything in particular. I woke up, had breakfast, went through many interior designing software, visited my new home under renovation and went with mom to rectify some issues in her office. But that evening I was home alone and was  left with nothing much to do. I was going through youtube. I have a weird habit of playing movies in background and browsing. I didn't have any movie in particular in my mind. Last time when I was back home for vacation, I remember seeing a movie named Kireedam. And also remember me crying through the entire span of the movie. With this hangover, I saw the second part thinking at least that will have a better ending. man! I  was bloody damn wrong. I even cold after watching that. My dad came home seeing me cry badly that day. I wanted to...

i dont know if i can call it superstition, but i would definitely call it stupid. you know wat they say about Santa!right? SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!!!. hahaaa.. Well, since i was a lil kid i knew Santa wasn't real. And i never understood why kids believed it so badly that Santa was for real. stupid kids!!!;-) Since its Christmas you might have heard a lot of stories related to Christmas in plenty of blogs. Guys dont worry, i am not here to share anything on Christmas. I am here to tell you how i have been cheated upon by my own father.. i know it sounds scary, but its a stupid story. Trust me on this and continue reading.. So this began when i was studying in 1st or 2nd standard in school. I hope u guys have heard about house centipede!!! My father was super strict when me and my brother we lil kids. Maybe he said this to keep me safe or prevent me from playing in mud or something else. He said a bite of the house centipede could kill a person.damn it!!!! That was a shocking news ...

Modern Talking - You're My Heart, You're My Soul My First english song that i have listened is  at the age of 3 or 4  is the above song. You might be wondering how i remember my age so clearly.This is the third house i am living in right now, so kind of exactly sure of 'at what age i lived in which house'. We had this Old fiat car, a black one if i need to be specific. Me, my parents and my brother used to travel together in it. We didn't had CD player instead we had a cassette player, nowadays you don't see those that easily.I remember winding and unwinding our cassette with a pen or a pencil through its hole to listen to a particular song, me, my brother and my father always used to do this, i think it was our little thing. Miss those days and gone are those days. Every time when we travel at night through the streets of kochi i remember father playing these songs and i used to lie on my mother's lap in the back seat. Listening to these songs by Modern...

Its been like a year or so I actually felt like writing on blog. I don't know what made me write it today but i definitely know why i didn't do it earlier these days. I think i am starting to learn what life really is.I know that some of you might be a bit confused about what i am actually talking about , but i am damn sure that many of you might have gone through the same. 18 years of my life seems to be so easy and trouble free, which i thought was tough in those days. I got whatever i needed, school was the easiest part of the most of the trouble that i have ever got into, and family, the place where i always shout at'. After completing my 12th i had no idea things would be different and hard. When i look at my brother, i always think that life has been so easy for him from the beginning and so would be mine. He has got what ever he wanted, a great college, no burden to the family about his college fee, and what ever i look at was perfect with him. i never knew about...

hi everyone, another much awaited Christmas has come . Christmas is always about joy, love,   fun, family, drink or what ever that comes to your mind .  Christmas bring people closer. It brings Jesus closer. Together it bring happiness closer.  Every Christmas we all will have a story to write about. Every year it is different. Every year it is sweeter . At the end of the year , we will be having a story to share with. And here is mine  Every Christmas,  I find something different in someone who i care or supposed to love.  And like always this year too I found something different in someone i care about. I mean it was a huge difference that i could ever find in that person. Actually he is a kind of person who don't talks too much or smile too much, but yester day when i saw him, he was completely different . I saw him smile ma ny times and also even talking. In some way it appeared bit strange to me but i was so happy for him. I...