Tongue Tied.

Expressing yourself clearly and effectively is a gift. A gift that I am not blessed with.

Everytime I want to express my deepest emotions I have always fallen smack on my face. There are people to whom my continous ramblings, rants and raves are a constant source of entertainment. Yes people, I am an eccentirc and a sprightly spirited character. The joke is not on me and I didn't plan it that way.


I have always introspected time and again on the way I speak. There have been times when I have been affable and outgoing in my conversations, which resuts in S thinking that I am stringing him along all the time.

Diplomacy is also not my cuppa chai. I can call a moron a moron, a house a house and a spade a spade. Today I happened to give a genuine compliment (or comment, whatever it is!) to a fellow woman colleague. She asked me, "Niks, how do i look in this black dress?" "Don't I look in shape?" and I answered, "Yes, ofcourse U look in proper shape. Round also is a shape!!. She goes away with a grunt, swears on me and promises herself to never ask me anything again.

We women surely are complex creatures. (I'm sure this would put a smile on the faces of all the MEN reading this). We can't be deciphered. But Men are equally bad. I give up on all humans.

~Cheerio.

On a different note, one day I am going to look in his eyes and tell him what he means to me. Amen!