Yellow Flowers.

While I was walking back from the library, this spot caught my eyes. At that instant, I was grateful that you are here to colour my dull life. Hopefully the wind has carried my whispers to you. 

*Thank you.*

Sincerely, Deepa.

An update.

What a long break it has been? Updating the blog frequently (uncheck). Dang!

Ah, well. Third month of 2012 is almost over. The world's "apocalypse" is sneaking up to us silently. Meanwhile, I'm facing apocalypse everyday. By apocalypse, I meant the university life. It's a struggle to keep my head straight while studying something for which I have no clue why I'm studying. But, life goes on.

At least the weather in Toronto is starting to warm up a little bit. I literally jumped in joy today morning because I still couldn't believe that I don't need that suffocating winter coat any longer! Yippie! The warmth of the sunshine on my skin just feels awesome.

Fairy tales. Impropable. (Im)possible.

"Impropable? Yes. Impossible? Not at all."

This is one of the very few quotes that keep on ringing in my mind everytime I face something new in my life. Things might seem very unlikely to happen most of the time. But, I realised that sometimes, we gotta believe that it's very possible to happen in reality if right amount of imagination and effort is mixed. Right now, when I looked out of the window, I see the CN Tower. It's not as pretty as the KL Tower or even KOMTAR in my own country, but yet, it's something I never dreamt of seeing in my life. I never thought that I would come this far in my life. I never really cared how the life leads me in this complicated maze of challenges and changes, although I can't deny that I had dreams of how it would turn out. Most of the times, it would either be simply plain or boring, or scary and depressing. I always thought that fairy tales are highly impropable. 

First of all, what are fairy tales? When the word floats through our mind, the picture that comes along with it is unusual happiness. "Happily ever after". Is that possible in reality? Why our mind is poisoned with something so artificial? Something so impropable?