The not-so-Difficult Life

Once upon a time in a candy-colored fantasy land, there lived a girl named Coal-black. The Lords praised her for her beauty and believed that the Lord of the Lords had taken a decade to carve her into what she was. She dressed in violet silk and lived in a hut that had its rooftop made out of weed with her beautiful black crow . She had a colossal appetite for alcohol and was known across the valley for her special betel quids.

One fine day there was a torrential downpour. It rained and rained and rained. It washed off all the candy in the valley. All the betel died and all the alcohol in the huts were filled with water. All the alcohol that was being saved for the Winter carnival was now gone. The fantasy land was now outpouring with depression. It seemed like the years of gloom as had been predicted by the Wise Witch had begun. But Coal black was optimistic. She believed there was a silver-lining to every dark and depressing situation.

    Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. But there seemed to be no hope of things getting better. All the money that Coal black had been saving were coming to an end. The not-so-wise old man whom everybody loved so much died out of starvation. Coal black was concerned. She didn’t wanna lose out on her loved ones. She loved her reptiles and pigs, her birds and bees, and all the crows she used to feed regularly without a miss. But she believed that the Lords were going to show her her way out. She then found a silver lining across the dark clouds up in the sky. She sent her jet black crow to try and pull a string of silver across the sky down to the valley. The crow pulled the silver string down and brought it to Coal black. Coal black along with her reptiles kept pulling the silver strings for days and nights. After 62 days of pulling and sleepless nights filled with hard work the valley was filled with silver. It was now the fantasy land of shining silver. They sold the silver across all the other fantasy lands and everybody thanked Coal black for her optimism. The days filled with gloom came to an end and there was happiness all around.

A little #Selfie with my Uncle who am very proud of. Scroll down to the last picture in this post to know why. Oh! And no filters for this one. 😉  Location: India International Trade Fair, New Delhi
The “I am such a good boy” kinda picture at the ongoing India International Trade Fair in Delhi.
Definitely a must visit if you’ve never been there. All of India and a little of Asia in a nutshell.

Moral Of the Story:

There are no wrong decisions. Those were things you were made to do so that you could learn to be a better individual. Learn from them and become someone better. Things might not always work as planned but the things that happen instead make the bigger picture look better. Every weird is a normal somewhere. Every limitation is an opportunity and every ass-hole is meant to be flushed down your memory. 😛

A lot of people keep telling me how difficult life is going to be for me. I’ve always believed that life is truly and equally difficult and equally easy for all of us. It all comes down to how you look at it. I don’t necessarily want to believe that I am going to a have a tougher time living than any of my straight counter parts. I want to believe that there’s nothing so traumatizing about my life and I wish for no chunk of it to have changed. And wish me luck. I have exams next week!

I’ll start from the top and move on to the bottom.
1. Turkish lights. I was absolutely overwhelmed to see these. B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L!
2. The Kerala Pavilion.
3. The Odisha Pavilion, and my Uncle’s designed it. ^_^ (Collar Up! :P)
4. The Andhra Pradesh pavilion. 

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