The time I started a blog.

It has been years since I wanted to start writing a blog. Although I had no idea what writing a blog really was. And I didn't even bother about starting one because either I was too busy or I was too lazy. But then somehow things changed and all the busy-mode ended and boring-mode started... Continue Reading →


The things I do these days.

So this is the jobless-version of me writing about the things I do everyday (Because I'm bored!!Duh!) and here it goes. Switching between Whatsapp ( Texting husband ), Instagram ( since there's a lot of happenings in my stories ), Facebook ( For videos basically also you'll get to know if someone is engaged or married... Continue Reading →

From A Non-Resident Indian To The Residing Indians

The Confused Individual's Blog

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Things we need to make clear to you guys:

1) I want to clear out the first misconception you have of us. NOT ALL OF US ARE RICH. You guys need to stop equating “living abroad” to being rich. Your definition of what’s costly applies to us too in several cases. In fact, I know of people settled in India willing to pay extravagant prices while they shop while there are so many of us NRI’s who’d rather go shop in one of those road-side bazaars where they sell reasonably priced things.

Think about it for a second. Why would we be studying here? Sure, a large number of Indian parents send their kids back to India in hopes they’d become “street smart” and shed some of their “spoilt attitude”. The main reason for a huge number of them to send their child back home is because the cost of…

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"And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too"

Trust the vibes.

Ever had that feeling of  "Oh! Where have you been all my life?" That is the moment you instantly 'click' with someone. And you'd never ever want to let them go. All of a sudden you're most comfortable with them and you don't have to put on that mask of yours. You can be yourself... Continue Reading →

Tiniest moments of happiness.

Remember your first cry? Of course not! But your mother does. It was her moment. Your first cry. It truly is a moment she will forever remember and forever cherish. We often forget the tiniest moments that made us happy. Atleast for a while, we were happy. Remember? But it lasted for only a couple... Continue Reading →

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