©Pranjali Bhatt

Wore over her blue skin, and so did he It was paper thin Never perceived by thee Searching for the blue, Their whole life flew Bumped into each other Only did they wonder Why not I found? Thanks to Masks covered! P.S. Edited version of "Masks" by Shel Silverstein. One of the poems I admire. 

Why this title? Because we ponder upon this fact so often, that this phase decide our moods and actions. And I don’t know what has made me penned down the most common and changing relation of Humans- “Friendship”.  Damn it! Am I again feeling lonely? For that matter I would start believing what I never wanted to! Like not being in contact with someone for months; and redeveloping the original phase I had with them- the scariest part of my life! I just don’t know how to keep relations. For me, being in contact is not something I define to be my “Friend”, but something very deep. May be old-fashioned. If someone tells me I need to meet them daily, it would probably run hell out of me. That is just not me. I have seen my dad’s group. They have shared their life together. Even they do not greet each other daily, do not take cakes to celebrate each other birthday, even though they unknowingly support at life’s scare and scarce time. So maybe I have imbibed that in me.  ...

I still stand staring at those white walls, They say it did not depict any color at all How could I explain what I saw! Years had passed, but memories were still raw There was so much to it on another side, Surreal it felt, felt like rules I had to abide Relations I nurtured and cared became sour, I knew it ended even if I tried until last hour! Now that the wall was built to separate, That day I knew it was time to regret Everything felt apart, realized it was my mistake, I only wished if Life could give me a retake. I still think about trying all the ways, Even where every deed of mine turned grey That name will be swept away by another windfall, But I will still stand staring at those white walls!                                          ...

When you feel trapped inside and all doors get closed, Everything moves against the direction you supposed! When life loses faith and brings despair, Even a best friend's voice cannot repair When the journey you begin seems so far, For other it ended and you aren't still at par When the clouds of darkness surround your head, You know deep down enough is being said When your dreams you feel are too high, You want to laugh around but you sigh It may seem permanent and force you to give up, That is the time my friend you must cheer up! Don't you think you lost, your time may come soon Believe me, your hard work one day will get opportune. P.S. My first try to writing poems 

Funny, how a random stalking on someone’s profile can give you a hope. Yes, it did happen with me. My routine starts with listening to the voice of RJ Dhvanit. Amdavadis would easily connect to what I am saying; his daily “morning mantra” is so divine and teaches you everyday a new thing. So the problem is with me that I have developed a crush towards his voice and now subsequently for him. Odd, isn’t it? For the reason I haven’t ever met him in person, yet I secretly like him. *blushes* I was reading his bio from Radio’s website and the sentence “Remember- this too shall pass” captured my attention. Have you ever felt a failure or a pain that is so intense that you just want to pinch yourself and pray to be just a nightmare? Or happy moments that you could forever freeze and continue your life forever to be like that? I do. And I cry. Both out of happiness and pain. Failing in Chartered Accountancy Finals twice; I have had lost all my hopes. But thankfully, I have my parents...

Whose woods these are I think I know.    His house is in the village though;    He will not see me stopping here    To watch his woods fill up with snow.    My little horse must think it queer    To stop without a farmhouse near    Between the woods and frozen lake    The darkest evening of the year.    He gives his harness bells a shake    To ask if there is some mistake.    The only other sound’s the sweep    Of easy wind and downy flake.    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,    But I have promises to keep,    And miles to go before I sleep,    And miles to go before I sleep. -Robert Frost 

No, I am not talking about people looking younger than their age; but people who actually look 6-7 years younger than their age. And now I know that is the case with me. I have like encountered more than 50 cases of now where the world reminds me I don’t actually look a grown up girl sorry rather an “adult”. Whenever I go to stationery shop the shopkeeper always asks me that whether I am in 10 th and giving my boards? This means I look 8 years younger. And then again I need to explain him that no I just love shopping this stuff. I have never been taken seriously in shops and malls as they think I am school going kid. I am in my last year of CA internship; in my workplace also all of the seniors exclaim I would look the youngest CA soon. So last week we had a trip to Hyderabad for some audit related work. We were returning to Ahmedabad in flight and the only seats which were available were those near the emergency exits. We adjusted ourselves there. The air-hostesses came to ...