Abhiruchi Devdekar (Sasa)

Courtesy - Pintrest "Do you prefer throughout your life, Being a good person?" I'd prefer just living, Letting it go like it's supposed to be, all by its own, Just walking, and in the mid way, Getting things done, Losing some battles and winning some, Reasoning my foes, Being humble to my good ones, Loving with my whole heart, Getting mad when I really don't feel fine, Being as interactive as I can, Expressing honesty my whole life, Because all this while I learnt, Being good keeps us constant Living keeps us going ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest To whoever that's crossed paths with me,  Has been good to me or my enemy, Has taken me to places and helped me get out of my mess or put me into one, Has held on to me when it was direful or left me all alone, Has made me grin everytime or left me crying on my own, Has been constantly telling me I'm inevitably strong or has looked down on me and let me down, Has been by my side my whole life or even for a single moment, Has stood up for me and said things for me or said things even behind my back, If we've ever crossed paths, thank you for being a part of me, thank you for helping me grow ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest       I'm not much of a reader, I mean I don't read at all. Not like I don't know how to read, obviously I do. But it was always that my friends here are having a discussion about how the  Famous five and Hardy boys moves them and how John Green and Paulo Coelho makes them feel in 9th and 10th grade and I'm here like, "What the hell?" Holding my Peppa pig picture book because it's cute and also Geronimo Stilton because, I never really knew why, anyway.  I'm a pathetic speaker too. But hello! I'm also the CEO of making up stories whenever I'm interrogated by my parents, nevermind. I just don't know how to speak, the moment I see a bunch of people, who are all eyes and ears at me, I'm numb. "Stage fear" is what they call it, but I'm the first person to run and find a spotlight, so how am I supposed to call mine a "stage fear"? That doesn't make sense to me. I don't know what is it ...

Courtesy - Pintrest   Perfect light falling on my house plants, It's 6am, of a summer morning, The light isn't as dim as the dawn of a perfect winter day, Beautiful still Each leaf of the money-plant is a different shade of green, They don't resemble each other at all, And look so dissimilar, But when it's afternoon, I'll know again, come back to my senses, To realize that every leaf is the same, So did the light fool me? Or my eyes? I'll never know But I know one thing for sure, The gentle cold wind I feel every morning, Be it of any season, Melts my heart, helps my soul to get up, And breathe I assume everyone does that, No wonder these mornings are so soothing, While everyone's just breathing, And not chattering, laughing, wailing or hurting, Maybe that's why mornings are always this fresh and clean, Of ambience loaded with pure optimism and goodwill ~Sasa

                                                                                           Courtesy - Pintrest   I just realized, that we humans, Having this ability to speak, Vocalize and reason, Have views, perspectives, Biased, unbiased I realized, we all speak, Some speak with soft pleasing words, with love, Some speak out of anger, some in pain, Some speak with silence, Some with their actions, some reacting I realized, all of us, Show love, misery, tenderness, curiosity, excitement and what not, Everyone feels, And out of these feelings that they show, We pick We pick, what suits us, We listen and see, take in what we always tend to assume, To conclude, we all speak, Not the same language, yet we all speak alike. ~ Sasa