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Marvellous March- A Full of Surprises ✨🙈

March has truly been a magical month for me—whatever I ask for, the universe delivers in the most unexpected yet perfect ways. After all the waiting, plot twists, and buffering, it finally decided to bless me . The wait was long, but every second was worth it! Universe keep ’em coming 💪🏻 I m on roll !!

March really knows how to keep my life interesting! Some emails hit different—let’s just say my inbox had a good day. Structured routines and future plans? Yeah, maybe something like that!

I knocked on every door, tried every path, and just when I was about to give up—boom! Opportunity shows up like an unexpected guest at my doorstep. Cute, right? I feel “whelmed” (not overwhelmed, not underwhelmed—just the perfect amount of whelmed). It may not be the grandest opportunity for everyone, but I know my plate’s size. You get what you’ve struggled for—no more, no less. After all, has anyone ever received more than they truly needed? Nope, and they never will!

Looks like my routine just got a little more organised! Not everyone will consider the biggest win for the world, but definitely a good one for me. Let’s say, my screen time now comes with a purpose !

I finally feel relieved and relaxed.

Things I hate about myself

Welcome to my imperfect world.
Today, I want to share something different—something I usually don’t talk about. You’ve read about my likes, interests, and personality in my previous blogs, but no one really knows what I dislike about myself. Whenever I reflect on who I am, I struggle to find the good in me. While most people focus on self-love and what they admire about themselves, I believe it’s equally important to acknowledge our flaws. After all, accepting our imperfections is a step toward self-growth

The thing I hate most about myself is that I’m clumsy. I keep stumbling, dropping things, and making a mess of the simplest tasks. Perfectionism and I? We’re sworn enemies. No matter how hard I try, I can never do anything flawlessly. If there were a degree in messing things up, I’d have a master’s by now!

Clumsiness runs through my veins. Take this, for example—whenever my parents aren’t home, they ask me to lock the house before heading to coaching on my scooter. So, I lock the door, walk to my scooter, and… realize I left my keys inside. Then I have to unlock the door again just to retrieve them. This has happened so many times that I’ve lost count!

There’s one incident that happened -I had been preparing for months to attend a close relative’s wedding—outfits planned, accessories sorted, and excitement through the roof. The day finally arrived, and as I packed my bags, I meticulously checked everything… or so I thought.

Fast forward to the journey—250 km away from home, vibing to wedding songs in the car, when suddenly, a horrifying realization hit me like a Bollywood plot twist. *I forgot my lehenga!* Yes, the very outfit I had spent weeks choosing, the one I was supposed to shine in. Panic set in. Going back wasn’t an option unless I wanted the wedding to turn into my personal road trip documentary. Thinking fast, I made a distress call—not to the police, but to the groom’s best friend. “Mission Lehenga Rescue” was launched, and thanks to him, my precious outfit made it to the venue just in time.
Lesson learned: No matter how well-prepared you think you are, always double-check *the most important thing*—or at least have a reliable backup (preferably in the form of a well-connected best friend).

The one thing I have a love-hate relationship with is my height. It’s *short*—very short. Now, don’t get me wrong, I truly believe in embracing yourself the way you are, and I do love myself. But let’s be honest—there’s a tiny (literally) part of me that wishes for a few extra inches.
I don’t want to be mistaken for a school kid when I’m clearly an adult. But hey, every cloud has a silver lining, right? The biggest perk? I always get to stand in the front—especially during dance performances. So, while I may not reach the top shelf, at least I get the spotlight!

One thing I absolutely hate about myself? My mood swings. I get irritated instantly—like a switch flipping from calm to chaos. If I’m stressed or if someone intentionally tries to annoy me, well… let’s just say, I don’t hold back. And trust me, I really don’t like people who test my patience. So what happened — it was a school trip . Me and my friends are sitting on the bus. And I was sleeping. Then one of my friends tried to irritate me. So I slapped one of them. If you know me so please don’t ever try to annoy me when I was sleeping. Otherwise, you’ll suffer the consequences.

I m horrible at sports. Like really bad. Don’t ever pick me for your team unless it’s dancing. I don’t know why I don’t like sports. When I was in school I had to participate in sports because I have no choice.

I’m an *expert-level* crier—no, seriously. And it’s not just about emotional movies (though, yes, I cry at those too). It’s *everything.* If I’m hurt, don’t expect me to explain calmly—I’ll be too busy tearing up. Yes, I might be a bit of a *drama queen*, but what can I say? I’m packed with emotions—especially the tear-filled ones. Even the most *normal* movie can have me sobbing like it’s the most tragic love story ever told. So, if you ever see me crying, don’t panic—it’s just my default setting!

The thing I hate most about myself is that I’m not confident. I can’t even express my emotions that much. I can’t assert my real feelings or words to others. I don’t know why? Am I afraid or what? I sometimes feel like whatever I’m doing is correct or not. That’s why I’m afraid to speak.

These are some reasons why I hate myself.

Till then Bye!

I’m signing off and happy reading

2024

This year has been challenging for me. I’ve often found myself disappointed in my own decisions and struggling to face my fears. At times, it felt like the universe wasn’t aligned in my favor. When I reflect on the year, from its beginning to its end, I see flashes of all the difficult moments, which only deepens my sadness. Even now, when I look at myself, I feel an emptiness—like there’s something missing that should be there.

I’m surrounded by wonderful people and have access to great resources, yet there’s still a void within me. Each morning, I wake up with the hope of starting fresh, ready to write a new chapter in my life, but I often find myself complicating things unnecessarily. This feeling is unfamiliar—I’ve never felt this way. I had this feel like disappearing as if you never existed. Even today when you ask me how I’m doing. I’m not sad or depressed; in fact, I’m genuinely happy, both outwardly and inwardly. But there’s a sense that I’m stagnant, as though I’m moving backward rather than forward.

Last year, I was different. I’m proud of the person I’ve become today—resilient, uninfluenced, and strong-willed. Yet, despite this strength, I feel like I’ve hit a pause, unable to find the momentum to move ahead.

The girl with the curls

–Vishakha Pakhale

The girl with the curly hair,
Always wonder about her shy flair
The dreams in her eyes are too much to glare
Little did she know how much she cared
Back then she didn’t have the desire to dare
She didn’t want the salty eyes of people to stare
Being the center of attention was a middling affair,
When she got out of the chaos and made people aware
Suddenly all eyes on her begin to care,
She feels like an open butterfly who can roam everywhere
With wings wide open and worries others to bear,
She finds solace in hectic, dizzy, and bizarre square
Though she didn’t make many bonds, the ones she did were quite rare
All the emotions came out in the prefaced blare
In the process of embracing her inner strength,
She grew bold and fierce, a combination rare
Her energy alone made people scared,
If she became fragile, they’d look down, unaware,
But the strength she brought up beyond compare
She might look rude to others, which is unfair
It took courage to climb those strong stairs from nowhere,
She met many halfwit chumps with dead-brained lairs
Who needed to be kept on welfare,
Despite all the circumstances, she grew secure and flair
Her beauty grew when she was in her hot debonair,
Even eyes were on her from everywhere
Leaving guys blushing and their composure laid bare.
She’s not a door-to-door, regular Clare
Nor she’ll drop you any favor. Be prepare!
Seeing her all the view turned into blurry fair
Which even made strangers whisper who dared,
She’s still in search of emotions rare
Will she ever find love in the air?
Yours, the girl with the curly hair.