Aashima's blog

Yes, I am ugly,  And I am happy with it.  You told me how ugly those scars on my wrist are that they didn’t look fine,  But you never knew the story behind them when I couldn’t shine.  You scratched them to erase and made me look pretty,  But you never embraced them but instead made me feel shitty.  You told me how ugly big thighs I have and teased me for that,  But you never unfolded those days when I was crying and chocolates were all I had.  You pointed those stretch marks on my waist and complained about them,  But you never held me tight to fix those gaps but instead made me feel lame.  You told me how ugly those pimples and blackheads looked on my face,  But you never kissed my forehead and called me beautiful in that phase.  You bought me extra make up products so you could introduce me with your friends,  But you never made me feel good on my skin and instead followed those beauty...

                                    If You ask me who was he, then I would say,  He was the person who made me fall in love and also the same person who made me never do that again!  He was like fireworks,  His sparks glittered my world and took me up high.  Burst out with all those colors and lightening,  Amused me for a while  And within seconds, disappeared.  Burned me down and vanished in scattered clouds.  He was like ocean,  His calmness and softness touched my soul.  Filled my heart with purity and sanity With all that depth I could only see the surface  and within seconds, his waves destroyed me.  Drowned me inside that duskiness with no place to escape.  He was like flower,  His fragrance sedated me completely. Touched my soul with those soft petals and hallucinated me with its ...