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Ok

Being ok, meant something bad and really plain, some time back. Some time means a few years. Maybe, it was so because i was more of a child. Or something else.

But after going through all the pain i, ok means good. Atleast, it's better than bad. Bad is the overshadowing thing now. Good is very rare. So, ok is precious. Being ok is cool! I love ok!

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salman khan

i am a fan of this handsome heartthrob since childhood. the thing i like about him is that he has been through so much and still standing strong and entertaining us. he is an inspiration. salman shows us how to not get affected by the wrong image that the media highlights. he is always fit and fine. salman has given great performances in to bollywood in tere naam, jaaneman, hum aapke hai kon, kuchh kuchh hota hai, andaaz apna apna, hum dil de chuke sanam and many more. he is involved in social work too. salman had set the trend of being bare chested, showing off his perfect biceps and abs. he has won great awards for his work. its sad that he is still a bachelor and hasn't found love. salman has fans worldwide for his killer looks and personality. i wish him a very happy birthday.

acne

i am writing this post because i have always had at least one pimple. people have been suggesting me whatever measures they knew. that is irritating. what harm does a pimple do? they say it makes me unattractive but i dont care. its a natural thing. let it be.
though, when i have a problem with it i take measures and it becomes fine. why do people poke me with irritating suggestions?
please, stop doing that. my skin is the oily type. so, its prone to pimples. why make a fuss about it?
this post might seem useless to my reader but i want to write down my feelings. dont look for logic here. feelings and logic are not always together.

my long nails

those were the days,
i was happy and gay,
sorrow was at bay,
life was like may.

well, this post is a metaphor. its about the time when my life was fun. i had great hair. i was fit. i took good care of myself.
i have always loved decorating nails. my nails were known to be very pretty and artistic. the picture you see here is of my own nails. i had really long and maintained nails with beautiful paint.
but after a storm in my life, i had cut my nails very short. now, i dont wear nail paint. i feel uncomfortable if my nails grow long. i feel uneasy.
now, when i look at this picture or others, i have doubts if these are my hands. from nails to everything, i am no longer the pretty girl. sigh.