Fatal

You look at it

With deep fondness 

There’s an intimacy

Hard for you to confess
When it touches your lips

And you take it inside

Like you’re filling in

A part that is void
Your lips are turning grey

And the skin is losing its charm

Why is it that you can’t leave it

When it causes you the most harm
It’s now a part of you 

Which you can’t eschew

Doesn’t it give you chills

Your most beloved

Smoking kills

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These beautiful words are lended to me by an amazing author Chhavi Gupta. 

Follow me on Instagram to see her written word: @cosmopolitan_sass

Her Instagram is @bombaediaries ūüôā 

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The Nicety Theory

I have realized over time that what is a flaw for one may be the goal for another.

And that is what makes us all beautiful human beings.

My attributes may be conflicting at times, confusing even myself. They keep me up at night obsessing over how people view me.  They come up when I am alone at a restaurant, when I go for a bath, when I comb my hair or get dressed. They are with me every breathing second. I love them, I hate them. But in the end- they are my soul.

And that’s never going to change. For anyone. We are all in the same fish-tank here guys.

We are told to be uncaring of what societal values are. Rebel. Break boundaries. But no matter how much we try, some infinitely small part still cares. And that isn’t necessarily a problem. 

Why is it wrong that we view what impact we have on society, how they view us? Yes, to let it define you to an extent where you become untrue to yourself would be unacceptable to any individualist. But a little consideration never hurt anyone. Let us take a hypothetical situation.

You live in an apartment and are having a party over at your place. Music is loud, booze is running and everyone is having a good time. At 1 am, the middle aged couple next door rings your doorbell and asks you to tone down the party as they can not sleep.

You have two options here.

1: You call them conservative freaks and continue your party till they call the cops (if they do).

2: You understand their point of view, assure them the party will be done by 2 am, actually wrap up the party (or switch off the music and chill). Here you think, they must be so tired, all they do is work, maybe they need a little well deserved relaxation. And maybe, just maybe, next week the neighbor makes you cookies. Yum.

Positivism breeds positivism. Lets remember that. Being nice never hurt anybody and it will continue to never hurt anybody.

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Everyone deserves a little TLC.

Show your love sweets. xP

Looking forward to hearing from you.

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

Yes, I am definitely freaking out.

My last blog post had absolutely no activity and when I tried to search thesugarelastory.wordpress.com in google, it¬†didn’t show up.

And now I am at the verge of pulling my hair out because I changed my site address without really knowing what I did. And now I really really think I screwed up my blog.

This is not how I wanted my vacations to start. 

Can Anyone Hear me? Or see my posts? 

If anyone can see this post could you please comment just to let me know that it is showing up on feeds? And if any of you have any advice for me… I’m pretty desperate for it right now.

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Lots and lots of Love to all.

The Dessert Resonance

The best feeling in the world is when your family enjoys what you make to the T.

The best plate of food for a chef is the one which has been licked clean.

And right now, I am experiencing both. I’m a lawyer with a penchant for baking. I love the beauty of a dessert coming together. Food, in general, is greatness extraordinaire. So is Philosophy. And a lot of other thingamajiggies.

This blog was first HypocriticalPerceptions. It was all about emotions felt by a few words. But, I haven’t been able to muster up the creative juices for the darkness that I¬†was sure¬†I wanted to exhibit.

I wont stop #EmotionsiInAFew. That’s for sure.

And so, The SugarEla-Story starts.

Its going to be my take on the world. FOOD, mainly. My amateur cheffie journey is one that has been a constant in my life. So, why not write about it methinks..

Buuuut….

I have a few surprises up my sleeve.

I’m so excited!!

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Love to everyone who still follows me after a two month hiatus. I BLAME EXAMS. Pfft…¬†Do law they said. It’d be easy, they said. *angry-sad face*

She Didn’t Know

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She didn’t know how to love

Blindly, she followed his trail

Broken, her eyes shed blood

Her heart now frail.

She didn’t know how to trust

Hardened, she turned him away

Soon, he broke at her every defense

Her soul called for him each day.

She then knew

Love was a tryst

Rationality be damned

Lovers melt into mist

She then knew.

Stereotypes

Never stick to stereotypes.

You can have all the glitter and all the rocks.

You can change perceptions.

You can change the world one lipstick and one mountain at a time.