My diary !

Commitment is a big word which defines your actions , dedication and loyalty towards the other person. People who don't know how to commit always falls into a state of confusion and sadness. Because they don't know how to admit their own feelings with themselves..they are not sure what they are upto and what the other person would feel about it.  They just do it !! Which results in sad ending for all who were involved with that person.  -P.S

People stay together not because they forget, But because they forgive ... (11/03/2023)                                    - P.S

Khud se puchna kabhi, Ki kya Kiya h tumne iss rishtey ko, Nibhaney k liye, Kayi log, kar k dikhatey h aur,  kayi bina dikhaye hi nibhatey h, Tum konse category mein aatey ho, Ye kabhi soch kar btana, Jo aaj tum loyalty ka nara lagatey ho, Khud se Puchna kabhi, Ki kya Kiya h tumne iss rishtey ko, Nibhaney k liye.. P.S

Travelling with the best is always special, You have stories of every path and places, Stories of how you've spent your time there, You not only remember the place but their face as well, Captured both in your eyes for forever.. Added in the album of memories of togetherness..♾️ -Priti 

Sometimes you know it from the beginning how it is going to end, But when it is the same old story with the same theme and dialogues or rather abuses every year or so, you accept it as well and live with it apparently hoping positive result all the time. And when it actually hits, it hits hard but this time you don't break because you were already broken..your pieces just spread far more than before and it's more hard to bring it together. It's nobody fault but of your own, you allow yourself to feel that pain again. To experience that pain, how much it can go worse, it is same like you throw yourself in an ocean without knowing a 'S' of swimming or hanging yourself.  Every second of it is suffocating, and in that Nano seconds of dying, you only remember is about the good time you shared. You ignore the abuses and thus, without realising what the other person is doing is disrespecting and humiliating you instead you shift your mind into the positive side. Is this wh...

Nobody's life is perfect. It has flaws but it's upto you on which part you want to focus on. The good part about it or on the flaws.  There is always a ray of light even in the darkest night. It's upto you, you want to continue in the dark or follow the ray of light. Loving someone cannot be changed ever, and what binds them together till infinity is the acceptance. Acceptance of each other's flaws, past, bad memories. I think that's love. Because everyone loves the beauty but the love is, who accepts you for a person who you are and that is the purest form of love. Even I loved you for the person you are, ignoring all bad things about you. Ignoring your past, accepted you multiple times. In this process, I never hated the word 'love'or you as a person. I hated myself for trusting my heart everytime and broken them into pieces. You know, in love, nobody can change you but if you revert love , you will mould according to their likes and dislikes automatically...

I read one open letter for his lover ..It says,  "he has been loved before but none in a way that makes him believe it was meant for him".  And he didn't knew how to handle it.  It isn't so hard as you think. It's all about your fear of commitment. It's all about to be focus in life for your loved loves, family and for your ambition. Whatever it takes you to move ahead in your journey, get stick to it. If they support you or motivate you, trust me it is meant to be forever. You know, she has a pure soul like a baby girl. She cries often even for a small thing which bother her. Imagine how much she would have cried for your action of tempting every other female friends of yours. Knowing this from years, she is still with you holding your hands to move ahead to catch the brightest future for togetherness.  She says," Nobody could calm me as you do in my worst. Only one tight and warmth hug is enough. You were the first and the last person which holds my mul...