Lessons of Life (LOL)

Day 2 April 2 Dad woke me up early in the morning and told me to get ready because we were going to head to Shimla, in a local transport, like a bus or something. I was lifeless. I woke up but then, went back to bed, on the verge of tears because I was so unwell. Dad told me not to cry. I nodded and I went back to sleep. I was so unconscious after that. I would go to sleep, and dad would wake me up, buck me up in vain and let me sleep again. Then, I remember telling my dad that I felt pukish again. "That's not possible, Khyati." Said he. "I gave you medicine last night. You won't vomit again." I nodded an 'alright' once more and the next second, I threw up again. It would  have been very funny at any time but that! So, he let me rest. Then, I remember waking up every now and then to eat some homeopathic medicine. Our whole plan had turned out to be shuffled due to me. Dad was unsure about  going to Shimla even. It all depended on me, he h

April 1 commenced with no foolery but a very serious exam for me. It was the so called life decider said the people around me, but frankly I didn't give a damn. It was the exam to get an admission to a new school which I wasn't interested in at all, and I had informed my dad about how lightly I was taking the exam. Thankfully, he had understood. So, the exam went horrible but I really didn't care! Just when I came out of the hall, I told my dad about the same and he told me not to worry and prepare myself to got to Shimla ( a hill station) for a trip then. Okay, perf! Soon, my dad, my brother and I had packed our bags and were all set off to the road in our car for the trip. We were first going to stop at Chandigarh. It was a beautiful journey of life. I couldn't see any porch areas but I saw several farmers and their green fields too, of all kinds of sizes.  I saw not only people and places, but their cultures.  In the middle of all those open fields,

(I am not a directioner, but due to all the chaos created for Zayn, I'm standing up for him at a very small scale, to spread a thought about what HE might be feeling!) "I'm a murderer, a sinner, a disappointment and I'm so sorrowful! Directioners hate me! They hate me because I left. But, I didnt change over night. I decided to give it up because I was exhausted! I was brimming with unease and wanted to empty it out! People are cutting, committing suicide, and crying because I chose to be happy? They had always supported me, but when I needed their support the most, they were not there! I have to live with the guilt of being responsible for so many tears, scars and deaths! This guilt is pinning me down! How can I ever be happy this way? Forever, I've tried to do my level best for my fans, and they are protesting against my happiness. I am responsible for deaths!" he thinks and shivers. Then, he runs to the wash basin, splashes water on his face, and

They are not my lovers, But love me even more, They are not my family But all relations they restore. They are not jokers, But  can anytime make me snicker, They are not cops, But beat up my wrong doer. There are no teachers, But teach me life lessons, There are no jewels, But my most precious possessions. They are not stars, But glimmer in darkness, They are not rainbows, But all the colours they harness. They are not Gods, But take life decisions for me, They are not angels, but gift me true glee. They love me, Even when they shouldn't. They understand me, When I myself wouldn't. They encourage me, When my reasons to live die, They comfort me, When I fall apart and cry. My friends they are, Sticking together forever, I am always grateful to God for them, Can't survive without them ever. I am nothing in front of them, I mess up every time, I owe them an apology, Forgive me for my crime. They are