Me

I don’t know if I can motivate you. Neither my story is extraordinary . I am just this ordinary girl who lives in suburbs of kathmandu valley. Good grades in school, good grades in college and good grades now. Trust me never been that hard working student either. Just last minute study.

I think everyone has this erupting volcano inside or is it because I am introvert. I think about so many things. Someday I wonder what kind of person am I. Someday the question Who am I? Someday am I unique? Someday am I average? Someday Is it bad to be average? And someday am I going to die nobody?

So if you catch a glimpse about me staring outside know that I am thinking about these genuine or weird ( I don’t know ) things and if not that I am terribly hurt. It is also not difficult to hurt me. Its just that small things makes me happy but then small things also hurts me. If you have to make me happy  all you have to do is sing me a song or say that I am pretty and if you have to hurt me real bad the only thing you have to do is be rude to me once. Then my ultra immediate mode of sadness will automatically be on. 

Amidst all these circumstances I have my few adorable people who make me feel like treasure. I am really grateful that I have them in my life. They have seen me in my best and my worst times. They dance for me when I am crying be the example as that is the recent one. Thank you to other people who happened to be in my life as lessons.

P.S: I am not sure whether I am supposed to be blogging this or not but then Just do it ( NIKE).