Buntytales

Old age is like holding grains of sand the harder we try to hold it, slips away more swiftly.  Only White Hair strands adorned his head as if encroached by snow. No one to support but hoping to see a ray of love. Does not need money or any tasty food, But a companion who can sit together and smile at each other. Amidst the indifferent walls before the tunnel, he built closes in. But all Old age had once a Childhood and all those grains of sand had Memories of everlasting joy once began from here. The same Old age would play under Childhood by rotation for hours, with friends who were just as naughty as me. We would get on our bikes and draw circles around the broad trunks of our favorite tress. We would come back home from school, excited to be a part of this summer treat of delicious mangoes. Those beauteous tresses from days have dried gone by, but still, hold such great significance for every Old age. Filled with joyous, playful, sweet memories from childhood.

You Often Feel Afraid of the Crowd, You are made to believe from the very early age of your life that " What Other People will think of You matters a lot ". So you keep repeating yourself the same question again and again before making any decision and the worst thing is that you know it will be good for urself and in no way it will going to hurt anybody but still, it reminds you that people's opinions will matter. You don't have to always be so mindful and afraid, What the crowd might think of you. Choose a dream for yourself and the rest be a revelation of what you have chosen for you, don't be afraid to be you because of this faceless society. Day by day Humanity is sinking like a Boat in an Ocean of clowns. Among all clowns, true individual identity lies.  Be you it does not matter even if you fail because at the end of the day at least you will have the satisfaction you had tried to stand out.

  Beauty had a Beehive : Part 1

So here is a Caught in a Web Story In a world of Websites, there was a Digital Marketer who worked so heavily that his page never made it to top the list on SEO, or not even on the first page of it. As any individual who would feel sad even he to broke up from within lost his rhythm and thought of giving up. But wait! Story begins from here when plagiarism of pleasure, replicates in his life Alcohol, Smoking, and Nostalgic memories burst all at once. "Funny is it, Right" as the rise of self-doubt arises we fail to understand how far we have come along. Analysis of Paralysis  had arrested him when every time he talked to himself. Sun was about to rise and Butterflies were about to fly, Seriously No, But he expressed his feeling of lost and repeated failures on his BLOG. "EUREKA" this simple post happens to connect with the people who had been through the same phase of life  as he was right now and had overcome it. Jiggle, Jiggle of happiness burst inside within hi