You know what, no matter how hard you commit something to yourself, but you do change for the loved ones.
I hated two things.
One – People calling “baby” in relationships.
Two- People calling loved ones “bacha”.
And when I say I hated them, then believe me, I was a die hard hater.
But now,
Because of someone, I’ve started loving the word baby like anything. It’s like now I crave them to call me that.
Because of my best friend, I’ve started loving the word “bacha”. She use to call me bacha. I use to kind of hate that. And now the scene is, I call her “bacha”.
I don’t believe at myself. It’s a change that was almost impossible to happen. But I guess you do change in love. And by change, I mean change for the good. Don’t you?
Strange. Isn’t it?
This is no poetry, prose. Just a random thought that I shared straight from my one note.
And also, I am finally back after months of inactivity due to cliché busy rat race life schedules.
Hoping to hear from you people.
Do share you thoughts and memories if any. 😀