Sweet candies, ice-top hills,gushing rivers,sizzling castles and knights on a dark horse and magic wands that would turn all the evil into glittering diamonds. these are some of the beautiful dreams every girl treasures in the deepest of her fantasies, but girls chocolates can be sweet, expensive jewelery can be glittery but in case of life it can never be sugary and dreamy. in this real world magic wands are not made to turn evil into good but dreams to ashes. the rivers here carry the sorrows of the separated romeos and juliets.
life is too sharp for girls who find it difficult to relate their dreamy blues to practicalities. All flows with time and tide where moments are wiped with just a swash from the memories of the loved ones, requests are turned down with a bash of disappointments. I recently read an article in the newspaper regarding an issue thats true to almost all our lives, we girls and even women of any age have been reading passionate romantic novels since a long time and with time have developed a certain notion about those swept away lives and the charming prince. well in real life the charming prince does come and sweeps you off your feet but then you soon realise that to spend your life further with your prince you have to return back to this ground. Many women accept this fact that dreamy castle scenes can only be found in those highly romantic mills and boons and many like me take the dream ahead and try to stay in their own world.
so girls if you listen to what i say then i feel that every girl should understand the fact that real life is full of those every second bitter stunts that count on your sentiments. So create a small secret world of your own. The secret world should have a secret door and a secret key, girls i can bet no one except your own heart on this earth can get to that door because its only yours, treasure all your dreams in it, nurture them, cherish those dreams, build up diamond castles in it and visit it at least once a day, and m sure that this will help bring the balance between the world and me. remember your are me, the pretty me.
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