Approval…And.. Acceptance

A mother wished her first born was a son

The dad wanted a ruler for his reign

The girl thought the hatred in their eyes was all a part of a game 

The winner claiming the throne to the terrain

The prize that she really wanted was to be daddy’s lil girl again 


We all are trying to fit into the puzzle called life. Constantly trying to be accepted …to get that special someone’s approval. We change who we really are to get accepted by society..friends and even our family. 

Now let me ask you something. The parents that gave birth to you should be able to accept you for who you are. The friends who claim to love you should definitely be able to respect your choices and decisions without asking any questions. The society that displays banners suggesting equality for all should be able to accept you for who you are. 

This world will constantly tell to change yourself to fit in. But the real gems are the ones who break their puzzle in their own significant way and showcase their inner sparkle. Do  NOT search for people’s approval because who are they to tell you to follow the rulebook. These rules of the society were made by people so they can be broken by people too. 

So my lil sparkles exceed your limits and realise that you don’t need to be a part of the game to be the winner. The throne was …is and always will be yours as long as you know where your kingdom lies 💕
Lots of love 

Sparklingyours

-N💕

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❤️

Shopping for love

Ello lil sparkles !!

Everyone out there has gone shopping once in their life time. I have gone a thousand times myself. One thing I always noticed is that it takes time to find what you really want. But on some lucky days you might enter a store and within minutes you might find your perfect match. The right colour…the right size ….the perfect fitting…and most importantly the perfect prize. 

On most of the days , when the shopping gods are not smiling at you it might take you ages to find an item that checks all your requirements. Sometimes you might not find anything at all. But the next time you come , you might get a few good options from which you could chose a great one. 

The point is when we are spending our money we are cautious to find something so perfect. You do NOT want to buy a size too big , or too small Gucci shoes cause well that would be a causality wouldn’t it? We wait …we think …we judge…finally we choose.

So how are we so careless when it comes to spending ourselves. When it comes to giving up our mind ….our soul…our body…our existence to a certain significant other WHY are we in a haste? Your sparkle is much more important than that Channel dress or that Prada scarf. So give your self twice the thought when it comes to selling yourself to someone. 

A good product is a best friend. Its loyal … it’s worth the price…it adds to your beauty and most importantly it doesn’t give up on you when you need it the most. So find someone who is your best friend. Who is worth your time. Who adds to your sparkle but never dulls it…and most importantly NEVER gives up on you. 

So my lil sparkles I hope you all find true love. Some might find it as soon as they enter the world. Others might try a few shoes before finding their knight in shining armour. But many will find them with patience and trust me its worth the wait. 

All the love 
Sparklinglyyours

-N❤️
Thanks to a reader who asked me to write about choices when it comes to love. Hope I touched your heart ☺️

Just 26 letters 

Ello lil sparkles !!
Summer is slowly simmering in and I don’t know if I love it or not. The routine ice cream run is not regretted whatsoever though. A reader recently asked me to blog about how people’s words can make or break someone. So on a sticky day with ice cream all over me I decided what could change your mind about words. 

You were in your mom’s womb for more than 260 days. You have performed a complex chemical process like digestion more than 2,600 times. You have been alive for more than 26,000 hours. And you have spoken and heard more than 2,60,000 words. And the words you spoke or the words you have heard are made from only 26 letters. Yes just 26. 

If you have gone through so much ,how can you let a two digit number quantity make or break you ? How can you give it the power to dull your sparkle? If somebody hurts you with what they say just remember those words were just a mere combination of 26 letters. Even your phonebook has more number of contacts of people who love you in it. 

So when someone praises you add those 26 letters to your pride. If those 26 letters are trying to break you …press the delete button hard. Remember there’s a lot more to you than just a few alphabets. Your sparkle can NOT be defined by mere words. 
So my lil sparkles. Let’s leave the alphabets to the kindergarten toddlers and concentrate on our much more important feelings instead !!!!

Lots of love !
Sparklinglyyours 

-N🖤

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