felt some unstolen moments

What you dream of, is not what you want always.. And what you mean doesn’t happen alltime..Whether that applied to one’s life or not..something has happened in the past 4 days that I will cherish forever..

There was risk, moments of scaredness..but amidst was ray of togetherness..the time between you and me and that’s captured with full ectasy…

Where you and I were there with the best pals..and alongwith the wavy waters of sea and sand..we enjoyed our 4 days the most…

I and I am sure, you are the happiest person on earth for these 4 days and will be on throne for couple of weeks more for the same..

Mumbai..the heart throbbing city..the place for sad..fun.. and the place where I got lucky moments to be with you for few days..With the company of our best freinds..what this stupid girl can dreamed for..

Posted by

Today I have started to live a new life. Today I aim to look beyond what's apparent and wish to explore a new world. Today I feel like to dive into an ocean of thoughts. Today I have realized that there was there was never any yesterday for me, its been always today!! My world encircles around my baby, biggy-baby (i.e my hubby) and my thoughts. Whether I'm free or occupied with stuff, I always think, dream about my thoughts, feelings and enjoy when my words gain visibility. I'm not any writer but recently I have fallen in love with writing and since then, this love is gaining momentum with every moment!! You can also read my blogs at : http://www.mycity4kids.com/parenting/droplets-of-thoughts-of-a-mum-wife-woman-and-much-more http://sweetberriesoflife.blogspot.in/

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s