Just, casually, looking for a shooting star…

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Hello from the otherside …

It has been a long time since I had a general post about life and things inside my head; so much has happened and yet I’m still where I was with my last conversation here.

You know how people say things like ‘I’m dead’ generally and casually in a conversation, I have started to see it as gibberish. It makes no sense. People don’t die, they vanish. You know what dies, a radio or a car engine or a mobile battery; things die and then they stay there on the table or the bed or inside the pocket of a forgotten bag. A radio dies and becomes a rusty box but it stays there. People don’t stay, they vanish. People cant die, they vanish and cant be found again even if they are rusty or useless.

I’m not being melancholic, dark sure, but I’m just stating the facts of what I felt after my father’s death. I don’t think I’m a writer enough to describe it, so let’s move on.

Well, when I said a lot has happened but I’m still here I was talking about my ‘Im going to get my book published’, yeah hasn’t happened yet and I don’t think its on the cards.

Today is day 2 of NaNoWriMo and here I’m a hopeless owner of random words, stories, ideas and characters but no courage. For someone who likes to pretend to have a superhero alter ego, I sure am quite a chicken.

Maybe, I should just do it. Write whatever, it’s not like that it will get published and judged.

Yesterday, I was suffering from Mean Reds like the ones Holly Golightly talks about in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I had a dream and even in my dream I chose to be the righteous one and letting go of something because the words were there, the thought ‘What would the world say’. It is absolutely stupid to not live life even in a dream, the San Junipero made of tissues, cells, nerves and some other weird human anatomy stuff.

I woke up blue and red; spent all my day thinking how another day has come and gone by with nothing happening. Something has to happen right, some stars have to collide to divert me from this path, I’m dragging my feet on.

Anyhow, I think I’m going to write. Its not like I want to be Rowling or Woolf, but maybe I could be Paul Varjak with one book and no fame. That would be fun too.

I have started catching up on Audrey Hepburn movies. I certainly believe I’m in the wrong era.

Alright, I’m going to do it. I’m going to send my book to another publishing agent and I’m going to do NaNoWriMo 2017.

Here is a song from Rooney Mara’s latest A Ghost Story. She is an underrated actress with so much to give. She is exceptionally talented and I’m a fan.

                    I get overwhelmed

Here’s to fools who love and dream…May 2017 turn me into you!!!!

Last night to welcomed 2017 I watched Notting Hill, again, and this morning to make the first day of New Year special I watched La La Land, again.

How crazy is it to bump into someone not once but twice, and hate that person enough to show him a finger or shoulder butt her aside, only to fall in love so smoothly that it would feel that the only reason you had a horrible day was cause you were destined to meet? They say all you need is love but sometimes love is not enough, for those who dream.

Notting Hill and La La Land are two movies with two romantic fools, only both movies have different kinds of fools.

There are two kinds of fools, fools who love and fools who dream and often these are different kind of people; rarely them being same species. I, on the other hand, am just a fool who it seems is destined for no dream or love.

Side Note: La La Land made me miss Audrey Hepburn a little, YES! Funny Face.

I made sure I walked in 2017 with good movies. I only hope 2017 becomes a good a scene out of a good movie for me as well, a happy scene. A girl can only dream.

P.S HAPPY NEW YEAR, may 2017 does something magical for you too!!!!!!!