Fairy tale!

What do you know about fairy tale? Is this thing true? Is this thing really happening in real life? To some, it might be true. Others would say that fairy tales are for kids and it isn’t really applicable in this world.

Well if you’d ask me though, I would rather tell you a story: “Once upon a time there was this little girl who was dreaming of becoming a princess and meeting a charming prince- handsome, royal, gallant, wealthy, well raised and well groomed. The kind of prince who’d sweep her of her feet by just a single glance, a prince that everyone adores, a prince that almost every girl would fell for in an instance, a prince who can give her anything she wants. In a real world though, a princess may not want a prince, instead she’ll choose to love the shoe maker. It’s neither the prince charming’s fault though, nor it’d be the fault of the princess, and we can’t put the blame on the shoe maker either, this thing just sort of happens. But the funny thing is that: How about if the shoe maker didn’t want the princess either?”

You see, there’s no certainty in love. Pain and sorrow will not exclude you whether you are a royalty or merely a shoe maker. Fate will be playful at times. And every love story doesn’t necessarily end with a “Happily ever after”. But this doesn’t mean that you should stop risking, that you should give upon love. You should still take that risk and find your own shoe maker, that kind of shoe maker, who’ll be glad to make you Cinderella’s shoes – turn him into your own prince, and he’ll treat you as his princess. Or maybe find a prince who’ll treat you like Rapunzel, and he’s willing to get you out of that filthy tower which you are imprisoned. Who knows? But you’ll surely not know it unless you try.

Make your own fairy tale. Good or bad, it’s your own version of love and struggle. You’re a princess. Act like it.

#fairytale #pixiedust #bibliophilic #fantasydwelling #missnaiduwrites


Open talk

The reason why relationship fails nowadays is because people do not find time to talk personally anymore. When one is upset instead of talking about the problem, they would tend to vent out on social media. Affection becomes so virtual. Feelings are so temporary.

If you want to say something about your partner, talk about it. Do not let them figure out on what is wrong with you. Not all the time they can read your mind. Lower your pride sometimes too. It does not hurt to accept your mistakes. Learn from them. There is always time for cute pretty fights but most of the time you have to deal things maturely. Most importantly, Do not afraid to say sorry.

There will never be a perfect relationship thus shit happens sometimes. At the end of the day, there will never be a perfect person. It is a matter of who is worth all the risks. It is about accepting them whole heartedly without ifs and buts.

#relationship #mood #opentalk #missnaiduwrites


Dad, I know that you aren’t a person who’d express emotions easily yet two incidents I remember have left a strong imprint in my heart.

The first time I saw you crying was when I was eight. You were late to pick us from school that day. All kids had left, and sister and I were so worried that we didn’t notice you were silent. Like any other eight years old, I didn’t understand what was wrong. Only after we reached home, I realised that grandpa passed away and you’ve been crying all afternoon. You cried again that night, and it hurt me to see you crying.

The second time was when I left home for boarding school. I remember how worried you were. You didn’t realise that you were crying again for the second time. You were fretting how I would hold myself, but dad I was worried about you too.

All these years you rarely wished me on my birthdays. I know you loved me and prayed for my long life, but you couldn’t express it in words. Dad, you showed love in a million other ways like waiting up past midnight to have dinner with us until we came home back journeying.

It’s okay if you can’t speak up your feelings dad. I love you for the person you are. I may not say this again, but you’re my hero, always. So, next time you’re fighting with your emotions, remember I will be there with you and you’ll be even more stronger.

Today, I want you to know that your love cannot be expressed in 26 letters. Happy Birthday Dad! I love You!

#dadsbirthday #onespecialday #lovefordad #myhero #ceaselesslove #nowandforever #missnaiduwrites

I write!

Writing saves me from drowning. It gives me a ray of hope when I turn morose due to the mismatched arrangement of thoughts in my mind. It kisses my wounds lightly with its touch of extensive vocabulary and impressive words. From all the tears and fears, writing gives me comfort. It makes me feel a less lonely. If I could write a book about writers, it could contain the rules of expectations followed by disappointments and experiences. 

I don’t write because I want to, I write because I need to, because I have to, because I should, because if I don’t write, my life would come to a halt.

#writingisbliss #thankgodiwrite #happysoul #missnaiduwrites 


I open my eyes. Turn up my phone. *Blur vision* 2.37AM, the clock says. I think I was supposed to be sleeping at that time, but what am I doing? Thinking about you at the moment? Scrolling my feed just to see your picture? You might change your mood and send me a “Hey! It’s Okay!” message. But for whom am I waiting? The person who still rules over my heart? The person who made my nights sleepless? The person who taught me daydreaming? I dont remember when we had our last pleasant night, may be weeks ago, but now, even days feel like years. Imagining you, beside me. Your finger, playing with my hair. Your eyes, fighting with mine. My heartbeat, crossing it’s highest digits. Yet, I opened my whatsapp, wrote a message, to get you, Because that’s what all I can do. *Last seen 1.49AM* Stayed there for 7 minutes 31 seconds. Not a single blink. Yes, my eyes are paining now. Sitting there, same posture, for minutes. A question jumped inside my head, “What if he wakes up in the middle of this night? He might need me.” Dropped a message, “Hey, just text me as you feel like…” *Settings>Sound>General>Volume^* Phone kept near the pillow, you, inside my heart. I didn’t pass that night, I lived it.

#missings #love #midnightcravings #missnaiduwrites


She was happy thinking that all his talks, laughs, jokes, sharing moments and pictures and feelings was just for her, until she got to know about the third person in the frame.

#moodswing #thirdperson #happiness #missnaiduwrites

The perfect guy

Girls, a big term for you. Yes, the perfect guy? Do you know they exist? Why don’t you find them? Let’s see why and how. If they do exist, how are you supposed to find your guy out of the 7.5 billion people on earth? Impossible right? It’s difficult to catch your soulmate in reality! Who’ll be tirelessly searching tho! So let’s turn to our favourite timepass, “social media” – our enemy!!

Finding the perfect guy is a boon and also in finding the correct guy it’s awful sometimes!

It’s lovely because it means finding a soul that fits perfectly with your own, you relate, you love them and yes you can be yourselves. It means finding someone to build a life with, create a home, get kids and build a lovely family. Someone who you don’t feel alone within this world wide.

It’s awful because there’re reasons where you overthink, you may not feel compatible, sometimes you just, “try out things” – which is incorrect. Sometimes you just use to see if he’s the right guy or not. Girls! This is not acceptable! Instead, search for someone who challenges you to be better every day, while still loving you right now, unconditionally, for the mess that you are. You have to find this guy!

Search for someone who both teaches you and learns from you, who encourages you, frustrates you, comforts you, challenges you, makes you laugh, supports you and loves you – for exactly who you are!

#lovelife #theperfectguy #theman #missnaiduwrites

World inside my world

It’s okay not to write, smile, love. It’s sometimes okay not to feel anything. It’s okay to allow yourself to feel the numbness. The emptiness. For what will derive from that phase will be bigger and better and stronger. That’s the problem with people like you and me, we don’t simply breeze through life, sliding from one experiment to another, no, we turn it into a material. 

From the moment his breath brushed past my neck for the first time, leaving me with goosebumps to the moment I flipped his every last page, packing his bags away, and beginning a new chapter of life, everything, has been a story worth sharing. Non learner, safely scented with love yet with the bitterness of goodbyes – but if you were writing my story, you would know there’s no such thing as goodbyes and happy endings, because you’re always intertwined with each other and if you want a happy ending that simply depends on where you end your story, and I don’t believe in endings so may be I’ll never truly want a happily ever after. Because I know there’s always an after. Yet here I am, numb maybe, but preparing myself for another day, another story, another world inside my world that I could share, with this world.

#love #longdistancerelationship #happiness #world #worthsharing #missnaiduwrites


To all the spiders that you’ve killed and lizards you’ve shooted, how do I express my gratitude to your amazing fatherhood…

#dad #firstlove #bliss #missnaiduwrites 

Pure souls!

It is easy to spot an angel! You just gotta start telling a story in a group situation when people are too busy talking over each other to hear you. Look for that one person who notices and makes eye contact and smiles encouragingly till you’ve finished talking- That’s the angel! Those people are pure and they go straight to heaven!!

#pureisrare #spottingangels #missnaiduwrites