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Door

Imagine a life, when you have to share your room with your sister or brother or even your mother. And then finally when we get a chance we take a deep breath and feel, finally we are on our own. What a feeling that is! I too felt that if I lived on my own I would feel like as if I am on top of the world. Yes! I am. Probably not on top of the world, but the last floor of my apartment building. I moved into my new flat with two roommates sometime in Nov. The winter was just starting in Hyderabad. Everything looked good. Ours is a duplex flat, and my room is the one on top. There is a spiral staircase that leads up to my spacious room. As soon as you climb up, there is a huge French window (the one that is like a door from the bottom to the top) on the right. This led to a terrace with a nice view of the City. It was all nice. But the worst part was that, my room doesnt have a door!! But I compromised and thought that with a lovely terrace and a spacious room what else could one need. My

Change

I have had a lot of people look at my blog and tell me that its very depressing. Some others have told me that I write about things that happen in everyone's life but many cant express. But nonetheless they too think life is worth bitching about. So I have decided that if life is anyway a bitch, why give it more pleasure by letting ourselves feel its victory over us. There are so many things in life that give us happiness, but I have realized that we are still stuck on things that don't give us pleasure. Its like this perfect boy, who is very well behaved and who listens to his parents. But suddenly out of a fist of anger he does something horrible. One bad thing erases all the good you have ever done. And this good boy becomes bad. In life too, we may have so many good things that happen to us, like our first friend in an alien city, or the smell of rain, or the hug you got from someone you have a crush on. But we forget all this and focus all our energies on the bad that hap