I’m a proud klutz 

Ello sparkles ​​In the seventeen years that I have been alive , I have learned a few things about myself. One of them being that I’m a klutz. I’m a silly soul who is always the cause of laughter if not the source…I’m usually up for a joke..I fall often even when I’m just walking…and I have screwed up a million times. 

Right now while writing this blog post with a tissue injury in my arm I have also learned that jumping without any reason in your own house is not safe too. But the thing that I was scared about all my life was not the times I fell or the times I have cried. It has always been if I’ll be able to get up. I was really afraid that someday I’ll royally screw up. Not just my arm or leg but my life. Will I be able to get out of the shadow of my father and be a sprinkle of sparkle by myself? 

But now I know I don’t need to try so hard. Like when I fall I always can get back on my feet and take care of myself , the same way I have myself when I mess up. Sometimes we need X-rays to determine the internal damage…medicines to fix the disease. Similarly I have friends to help me estimate the damage and their love to heal me when I break. I’ll never suffer alone because I’ll always have a few gems to rely on. 

So now I’m not worried about screwing up my life. I have family, friends and myself to take me through my clumsiness…to never leave me alone and most importantly to believe in myself. 
The conclusion is im a proud klutz. I’m not afraid to make mistakes. I’m not scared of screwing up. I have accepted that I will fall often but I do have the strength to get back up. You should too. 

So my lil sparkles instead of being scared to mess up …be BOLD and live your life cause there will always be people who you can rely on to help you shine your sparkle. 
Lots of love 
Sparklinglyyours 

-N❤️

What is worthless?

Ello lil sparkles !!

Worthless a small little world that could rock your entire world. Through the years I have faced a lot of rejection ,been called a lot of names. I’m sure everyone has. But the word worthless some how made the most impact. I felt my heart burn and my body cringe when somebody called me that. Who gave you the power to decide what I’m worth ? 

Although the word gives me the creeps and disgusts me , the world never stopped using it. Every now and then somebody would tell me I’m worthless. Somebody would call my friends useless. That still affects me but I have gotten better. 

A simple thought that changed my world. The things that cannot be priced are called priceless. So naturally the things , whose worth is so much that it cannot be decided should be called worthless. Doesn’t that change your whole thought process?

Every time someone tells you your worthless. Think about the friend that smiles only because of you. For them you are worth it. Remember the happiness your professor has when you tried to answer a difficult question? For them you are worth it. Most importantly remember the joy you feel when you accomplished something that was little to the world but large to you. You will realise that your worth it. 

My little sparkles your so precious that the world cannot decide your price. They are so confused and angry that they can’t put up a number as your value cause your potential is infinite. So don’t let the word worthless dampen your shine cause it means that you are beyond priceless. 

Lots of love , 

Sparklinglyyours 

-N♥️

Great Expectations 

Ello sparkles !!Today morning I woke up expecting there to be pancakes for breakfast instead of boring plain cereal. Last night I wished the day had been better. Next week I may wish for a calm nights sleep . Now I expect my friends to be next to me. In simpler words these are expectations. 

When people have huge expectations from us it feels like a huge deal. When we expect things from others it feels more normal. We all have expectations some little , some large. We all are expected to do certain duties. Live a certain life a certain way. 

Trust me being a daughter of a well known father comes with great expectations. I’m expected to be always happy , friendly and kind. And sometimes it can get to you. But to balance it i get to have great experiences too

But I’ll give u a perspective that helps me. Think of a shelf at a certain height. If the shelf is at your height you can easily put an object in. If it’s a bit higher you can tip ur toes to reach it. But if it’s too high there is no point in trying. 

You know when to stop trying when you see the height of the shelf. In the same way. People will always have expectations for you. If it’s your cup of tea go for it. Pat yourself cause you did a great job. If it’s a bit demanding give it all your strength. Tip your toes. You will eventually conquer your quests. But if the expectations are set too high ignore it. When you know that it’s set at an unfair height you know that there’s no point in bringing yourself down for it. 

We all have different heights. In the same way we all have different capacities, different strengths, varied weaknesses. And expectation that someone has for you comes with a certain bar of potential that they think you have. If you can work hard enough to cross it well and good. But if you can’t, what’s the point in loosing your mind on an expectation that wasn’t sane in the first place. 
So give yourself a chance. 

Expectations are supposed to make you rise and shine better, not to dull your sparkle. Use it as a fuel to ur rocket and not as an explosive to your dreams
All the love 

Sparklinglyyours 

-N 
Dedicated to a great reader and an even closer friend Bliss who wanted me to write on this topic. Thank u for all the support and love sweetie ❤️

It’s OK 

Ello sparkles !!When I was little every day was a great day. I woke up late ….studied if I wanted to …ate what I want …got what I wanted. Being the first girl in the family came with its privileges. A few years after that my biggest problem was not doing my homework or not liking what’s for lunch. Fast forward a bit and then being teased was the trouble of the day. Then I lost my brother in an accident and things were mundane. 

A few years later NOW my biggest problems are getting the best grades in a test, the weights on the scale …what my friends think about me … and constantly trying to be my best. But the conclusion is that the problems changed everyday , every month , every year. And I’m still alive 

I’m still breathing and 90% of my days are happy days. There are days when I feel in the dumps. When everything about everyone seems wrong but if I could get through all of it for 17 years surely I could do so for the rest of my life ,right ? 
I cannot believe that it took me so long to realise that it was OK to have a bad day. It was OK to feel completely useless. It was OK to fight with the people you love cause they are not going anywhere. 
Anxiety…Jitters and tears were a part of life and getting it out once in a while is OK. There will be days when I feel so good. In my own little corner but the next day might be the absolute worst. And that was OK
So next time when you have a bad day …when anxiety strikes or panic breaks remember that You are  OK. You are still alive after so many trials so this new problem is just an older one with a changed tag. 
Having a bad day is a gentle reminder that the sparkle around you is getting over and it’s time for you to surround yourself with some inner sunshine 
All the love 
Sparklinglyyours 

-N

Beauty in sizes 

Ello lil sparkles !!

 All my life I have heard people talk about a physical quantity….you know something that can be measured…calculated…added …defined. But most often this physical quantity is judged. Velocity…distance …time is directly proportional to a lot of things but being a physics student I have never heard that weight is directly proportional to beauty. 


Growing up being a chubby kid had always been hard. My friends …mates …colleagues…relatives heck even my parents never really thought that my size was a beautiful one. Family dinners and parties were filled with old people giving me DIY tips or gym numbers. Trainers that had made a difference before. 

Even today people keep telling me that I’m curvy , for gods sake I know. I own a mirror and I love the reflection I see. My parents and relatives tell me to eat less or comment on my choices as if not eating a slice of pizza was going to make me happy. Lol

I failed to understand how or why being chubby and curvy when I was 5 and 6 was cute but when I’m 17 it’s obscene. I have tried numerous diets and countless ways but I was never taught to be happy in my own skin. My best friends are really skinny and they are so beautiful for me but they think I’m beautiful too even though I’m a few sizes extra and a few kgs over. I’m not unhealthy I don’t have health issues …then how does being curvy stop me from being beautiful. 
I think it’s time for people to stop being crazy about size 0 cause I’m sure you can feel a perfect 💯 even if your a size 10. Last year I  lost a few pounds. And I did that cause I thought it would be better for me so for people who asked me if I did it for a guy or if I was disgusted with myself the answer is NO. 

If you think you need a change , do it for yourselves cause I think beauty comes in all sizes be it a zero or a hundred. And why should we let numbers define our infinite potential? So let me sparkle in my own size and let my fellow mates breathe in their own body!!
Lots of love 

Sparklinglyyours 

-N💕

Colourful Eggs 

  Ello guys !!!
Happy Easter !!! My moms Christian so I get to celebrate easter and Christmas and all things nice. I also get to eat delicious food. Endless dishes and delicacies. We live really far from my grandmothers so whenever we come home she makes every dish that is on the menu. 

I also get to eat splendid Easter eggs. My mom got a basket of chocolate Easter eggs home and within minutes they disappeared into thin air. The dark chocolate ones ….the white chocolates …the tiny mini ones as well as the huge giant ones. They all came with different wrappers different colours. But in the end they were all gone. 
The sparkly glitter wrapped eggs left a sparkle in my mind. When it’s chocolate the size, shape ,colour ,covers don’t matter. But when it comes to something much more significant like people how does all this start to matter. 
How do the dark skinned gods get an inferior preference when they too have a fair heart. How do the light skinned beauties get no credit for their hard work cause people think things come easy to the white. 
We come in different wrappers but aren’t we all filled with delicious sweet stuff. 
There are some Easter eggs whose expiry date has passed those you definitely need to throw away. But when the eggs are disfigured we still eat it all cause in the end it’s all just chocolate. Everybody has faults but in the end we all are humans trying to be happy. 
So this easter when you eat an Easter egg learn to accept everyone cause we lovely sparkly people come in all shapes ,sizes and colours. 
Lots of love 

Sparklinglyyours 

-N

My happy place

Ello guys !!!Summer is finally here. This time I have quite mixed feelings about it. Love the ice creams – Hate the sticky mess. Love the shorts- Hate to put away my jumpers. Love the vacations -Hate summer extra Tutions.
 
To get away from my busy little life and the scorching heat. I ran away to the Himalayas for a vacation. A blogpost related to that will be up next week. But while on this trip I realised something definite. I have found my happy space.
 
The last few months were a bit hard. Never showed it but getting into the whole medical entrance regime …new friends. Discovering who really had my back and who didn’t. But you know what ? I got through all of the above and a lot more with a smile in the end. 

Earlier this year I read a quote saying Five years down the line none of the problems I have now would be significant. That made a huge impact on me. I found it so true. The problems I had when I was 5 are definitely not the ones I have now. 

So I built a happy place. A place where I let myself be happy. Where the world could be happy with me. Where nobody is mean and everybody is themselves. The sooner I realised that the people trying to hurt me might be going through something worse the better I was able to cope up. A lot of people tell me I’m always happy. I can manage to make people laugh even when I don’t mean to. I’m utterly silly. You would know that if you talked to me for less than 5 minutes. 

My best friend , he tells me almost every conversation we have that I live in a world of unicorns and rainbows. You tell me is that such a bad world to live in? I have designed the world the way I like it to be. And I have found that I’m much happier this way. I get hurt less ..

I still do have a lot of problems. The ones we all have. But I have my bestie (S) to get me through it. I decided that rather than telling the whole world about my problems it’s better to tell just one person. And let the rest of the world be a part of the happier more cheerful you. 

So build your happy place. Find a nook or corner where you define the rules, the people ,the heart. I have found mine let me know if you find yours ??

Lots of love 

Sparklinglyyours 

-N❤️