Bass yuhi

Log kehte hai, "you are weird" and they share glances with each other when I enter. But weirdness is also funny. But logonko samajhta hi nahi. So I maintain a diary. My diary is a bit different, but I love it that way. That's me. I'm Sayali. Bachpan se I taught my mom one word "sorry", "sorry,sorry,sorry." I made sure that my mom never forgets this word. And she was asking me to say "thank you", but no, itna dominance tha, that I wouldn't pay heed. I used to live my life with my own principles. "Ekdum bindhaast". School started, standards raised but I was the same, people started writing essays tabhi I used to talk to sparrows and then a flying chalk hit my forehead asking "Sayali, where is your attention!?" 

Maine toh kabhi socha nahi tha, because people around me would be like "kuch samajhta hi nahi isse". "This is so simple". "God, how do you not understand basic things" blah blah blah. 

Leaving footprints behind, but also moving forward is my main motive. Yes, I take time to learn things, but I learn eventually, and aisa sikhti hu ki life time yaad rakhungi

I was always lost in my own dreams wondering "why I'm here?", "What is life?", And mainly "why I'm I targeted?" But who knew that the dialogue

"duniya me aise aise heere paida hue hai, jinhone duniya ka naksha hi badal diya, dimag unke Jara hatke the, aaspaas walon ko bartaash nahi hue, uske bavajood voh jeete, aur aise jeete ki duniya dekhti hi reh gayi"

Create wonders, and live your life to the fullest, let people say whatever, remember you are a star, and you shine alone.