What is beauty without flaws anyways? “Boring!”.
Flaws are what make you, YOU! And what better way to make them your own? Well, put on some makeup and let ’em shine. Let the world see, the real you. I may sound like a lunatic. Makeup highlights flaws?!! Well, yeah! Duh!
Makeup doesn’t always need to be ‘a cakey piece of sh*t’. It should be something that brings out the beauty, the rhythm and the flaws which so coherently conjoin to make you, the real YOU!
Well, I happened to meet someone who really changed my vision about makeup as an art. She not only made me fall in love with myself, but also let me be me. I’m talking about the newest and the most flamboyant of ’em all, Mehak Makhija, the woman behind the-soon-to-be-an-extravagant-brand, The Blush Room!
The pictures are a proof already of her unmatched talent…
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Source: The Urban Indigo Tribe
Some say street style, some say Audrey Hepburn. But for me, my style is a mix of Audrey and Blake Lively. Or, as many of you would like, a mix of Blair Waldorf and Serena Vanderwoodsen.
There’s an uncanny charm in the mysticism of my very confusing style. I like to keep it sassy, yet feminine, yet boho and yet comfy. It’s true, as Beyonce once said, “Pretty hurts!”, but I keep that pain of fashion for only the most special of occasions. Rest of the days, I’m all about comfort.
This chic indigo blue is what adds to the charm of the whole outfit and yet keeps it understated. And the stark contrast are the earrings which I’m currently in love with. Doesn’t the indigo of my outfit and the greenery behind makes ‘a Wordworth worthy’ poetry? It’s astounding how colors can really light up your life.
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Its not just about India and Pakistan. Its about Why all these? Being a human, where is the Humanity gone. Actually, it is lost between higher bad powers sitting everywhere running bad politics just for the sake of themselves. Its lost between all those black walls and boundaries
An innocent kid weeping incessantly over the mutiliated body of his father. The question isn’t here who did it. The question here is why? And for how long????!!!
Pakistan kills 2, India kills 2.
Children from both sides become orphans. Women from both sides become widows. Hostility grows. And for what? Only to satiate the egos of a few politicians? What personal enmity you and I have with Pakistan? Or what personal enmity does a kid or even an adult in Pakistan has with us? Nothing!
But this killing is unstoppable. Blood is shed over and over again. We discuss this over and over again. But who listens?
Hate has made us hopeless maniacs. We follow the herd and join the ‘I Hate Pakistan’ club. Without…
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She is beautiful means “She is what she is”.
Before being a beautiful –
SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL “HUMAN BEING” AND BEAUTIFUL “WOMAN”
She writes what she feels, what is truth, her thoughts and all what is reality.
She is a dreamer, she is a free bird.
I am just proud of her every second of my life, because “She is What She is”.
Whenever she works on herself, take time out for herself, dress up and writes, whatever she do, it makes me super happy 🙂
Nothing is bigger and nothing is more than to be with her for following her dreams and interests.
I just want her to keep working on herself,keep on writing and take out time for herself whatever the situation and conditions are. She should never stop chasing her dreams and working on her interests.
She is the best and will always be 🙂
On this Anniversary, I just wanna wish and pray that everything will be good for her in present and in future, just full of hopes and positive vibes, she becomes a beautiful author 🙂
When hasmeetwrites, it’s always beautiful because it’s what is real and felt from inside, deep and true. Keep on writing and working on yourself because you will grow again like this and there will be hindrances to stop you but don’t have to. Beautiful ♥
I was planted,
Then I was watered.
I was taken care of,
With undying love.
The world was a sanctuary,
Full of nothing but merry,
Where I could rejoice,
And have my own voice.
Then I started to spring,
And heard a bell ring.
They are on their way!
But I can’t even run away!
“Who would come for my help?”
I couldn’t resist but yell.
The thumping of their feet,
Echoing a drumbeat.
The first of my branches dropped..
Ruthless maneuvering I could see,
Nobody to help a feeble tree.
This went on,
I was in utter pain,
Alas! It was their reign.
I was told to serve others,
And in the process self-smother.
Their faces had grins,
WhileI was dying from within..
Who do I tell that I want to grow?
And not to become an art of Michelangelo.
Their craftsmanship would cut me…
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Her love is unconditional and will always be. She is mother and nothing is before her children.
Its true 😊
What is unconditional love? Let me give you a perfect example. Perfect, because there can be no love as unconditional as this one.
My mother gets up in the morning, and goes to the kitchen for two hours straight to prepare breakfast, lunch and snacks for me.
My life has been pretty hectic these days. I stay at my workplace for a good 10 hours. And she makes sure that I’m doing fine. From cutting fruits for me to lunch and then my evening tea and snacks, she makes me wonder how she does it all. Instead of the fact that she, too, works as much as me (life of a banker).
And to top it all, I was diagnosed with wheat allergy. But she hasn’t budged at all. Now she does double the work she was doing earlier. From making separate breakfast and lunch for me, she has given…
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