Life through my lens!!!

This is a little off-topic blog, but I believe I need to put it out there, as it might help someone. Although I'm very vocal, I never actually thought of blogging it—until a strange thing happened when I was coming back home from Mumbai. I was traveling on the train, and there was a boy sitting next to me, talking to someone, sounding all confused... Let's not get into the details, but yes, I overheard him talking, and it broke my heart. I wanted to talk to him in person, but I couldn’t. Since no one ever told me this, I don’t want others to suffer alone. So here it goes… From as early as I can remember, I hated all forms of physical contact, whether with my parents, friends, or the guys I dated. Hugs, hand-holding—I'm talking about all possible ways of touch. Especially when someone touched my face, I just wanted to burn the whole world. I don’t even touch my face that often. Living in society, you can’t avoid certain gestures, right? So eventually, I got okay with hugs, h...

Okay so this story is as short, juicy, sweet and ticklish as Mansi. Let's pickup from the hostel that Vishva and I were forced to live in. So we moved in--third floor, room no. 307. Each room had four beds labelled A, B, C, and D. I claimed Bed-A, naturally(It was tucked into the corner which put me right next to Vishva' s bed okay and damnn she's a rough and tough women, so full protection). Vishva chose B while Bed-D was occupied by some girl before we moved in and C awaited its new lady. All four beds faced each other in a neat AB || CD formation and there were four separate wardrobes for all four of us, one joint bathroom by the entrance, a big mirror to the left of it. My most favorite spot in the room had to be the bae window--a really small space, just enough to let in some light and fresh air. Day 1, Vishva, the Bed-D girl(so hawt. thick brows and thick thighs man!!! Me likey.) and I got into talking to know each other better as we had accepted our fate. Soon after ...

May, 2019 It was a summer break. I had just completed my bachelor's as I told you earlier, I got into NFSU, Gandhinagar. I was stunned by the looking at campus, I just could not wait to join. My parents and I were at the university for final admission formalities. I was so looking forward to live in the campus hostel or else a rent a PG. But destiny had something else planned I guess. So, we found out that the campus facilities were full, but there is a girls' hostel(four girls sharing one room, so damn scary) that university is associated with, off-campus. My immediate reaction was "NO PAPA, NEVER!!!" I don't get along with women okay... The only female friend I made in 18 years was Drashti. Most of the girls I have met were stupid and mean. Trust me I can bare all kinds of women, be it rude, loud, crybaby, dumb, cheat, pathetic, lier, foxy, nice or not-so-nice ones but I HATE MEAN WOMEN!!! I just can't stand them. And I have had explored all these categories...

Hey folks! So, as the title suggests, this and the next three blogs are all about my four amazing girlfriends and how our paths crossed, in chronological order. These women mean the world to me, and the bond I share with each one of them is incredibly precious to me. Each one holds a piece of my heart (after you maa! and Hi if you're reading this blog). Today, I'll take you back to the beginning, to the story of my first-ever girlfriend and soul sister, Drashti. It all started way back when we were just 5 years old, attending the same school since kindergarten. To be honest, I don't quite recall who made the first move – Drashti claims she remembers it vividly. We also happen to be family friends, and she's two months older than me. However, our friendship didn't kick off right away. You see, both of us were fiercely competitive right from the get-go. We were more like rivals initially, driven by this unstoppable urge to excel in everything we did. Academics, arts, ...

Honestly, I was kinda skeptical about the decision of blogging my life, I tell you why... I've always been a very shy girl. I don't use to express much. I belong from a typical but not so typical Gujarati family. Except for the food part, I don't really see me as a Gujarati though. Anyways, my life use to revolve around my books, my best friend Drashti, Eminem and my grandpa. Everybody else were least important to me. I always try a little extra to fit in, because I had this feeling that I don't belong here and among the people I was surrounded by. Don't ask me why, it was just a feeling!!! I always wanted to go places and do more than just normal things. But I was way too simple, naïve and frightened yet intelligent little girl. Painting was my only source of expression. Coming to parents, they've always been super super super possessive(still are). So all my childhood, I've lived like a princess who was never allowed to leave her own castle, because accord...