Kruti Mehta:

A vote of thanks to the girl who saved my life :)

Originally posted on misconstruedthouughts:

So today, i took my first true victory lap. For the first time in months, i walked without my walker or someone helping me. The first steps were shaky, and i felt my knees buckle, i then did my best to straighten my back, lift my head up confidently and took the next step.Although it was a relatively short walk from the parking lot to the store and then back, I couldn’t stop smiling.


A moment I’ve been thinking of for months, wondering what it would be like. Afterwards I’m sitting in the car feeling a little sweaty because I was really nervous and it took a lot of energy and focus to walk on my own. It’s weird thinking how your body does things naturally, and then when you actually have to tell your body to do something that used to come natural, well its a weird feeling. Regardless…

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The language of friendship is not words but meanings

I had to share this since a long time but with the recent happening sin my life my hormones are not just normal anymore haha… and at-least that’s what i always believed. We all have made wonderful connection on this platform called “WordPress” and so did i….  I have made wonderful friends here, i have connections with them like no other and 2 weeks back i got the opportunity to meet to of them. It was the first time ever that i met someone i was talking to from so many months online.

Friends are family you choose for yourself and these people made me feel like that. Have a glance at our happy moments with Erika Kind from and Linda from . OMG i have no words to express my happiness of meeting them.

We couldn't just stop hugging - Erika and me

We couldn’t just stop hugging – Erika and me

Kruti Mehta

Beautiful handmade soap  made by Linda - Can't thank her enough and i used them and they are like the best :)

Beautiful handmade soap made by Linda – Can’t thank her enough and i used them and they are like the best :)

What can be a better gift than a signed copy of the book by Author herself :) - SO i got this from Erika :)

What can be a better gift than a signed copy of the book by Author herself :) – SO i got this from Erika :)


When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

You know this girl?

You know this girl.Her hair is neither long nor short nor light nor dark. She parts it precisely in the middle.

She sits precisely in the middle of the classroom, and when she used to ride the school bus, she sat precisely in the middle of that, too.

She joins clubs, but is never the president of them. Sometimes she is the secretary; usually, just a member. When asked, she has been known to paints sets for the school play.

She always has a date to the dance, but is never anyone’s first choice. In point of fact, she’s nobody’s first choice for anything. Her best friend became her best friend when another girl moved away.

She has a group of girls she eats lunch with every day, but God, how they bore her. Sometimes, when she can’t stand it anymore, she eats in the library instead. Truth be told, she prefers books to people, and the librarian always seems happy to see her.

She knows there are other people who have it worse—she isn’t poor or ugly or friendless or teased. Of course, she’s also aware that the reason no one teases is because no one ever notices her.

This isn’t to say she doesn’t have qualities.

She is pretty, maybe, if anyone would bother to look. And she gets good enough grades. And she doesn’t drink and drive. And she says NO to drugs. And she is always where she says she will be. And she calls when she’s going to be late. And she feels a little, just a little, dead inside.

She thinks, You think you know me, but you don’t.

She thinks, None of you has any idea about all the things in my heart.

She thinks, None of you has any idea how really and truly beautiful I am.

She thinks, See me. See me. See me.

Sometimes she thinks she will scream.

Sometimes she imagines sticking her head in an oven.

But she doesn’t.

She just writes it all down in her journal and waits.

She is waiting for someone to see.

What would i do…..

Oh my god what I would give to be a kid again. To jump on the bed and hide from my parents. I want to fist fight my brother and leap off a mountain, or a very tall, tall table. I would give anything to hear my parents say “Get down from there!” again. Remember our first crush? Oh those crushes. Remember spin the bottle? How we would shake as the bottle scratched across the floor, hoping it would land on someone who has invaded all our day dreams. The sound chilling our spine. Remember telling your friends to let her know you like her, then pretending you have no idea what they’re talking about. Remember how much courage it took us to say the truth? But we did it anyways. What I would give to be a kid again. To play in the streets, break a few windows, push a few girls. Remember the scary movies? We would snuggle close, holding each other because we thought the ghost was gonna get us. Sharing screams and sheets. And when we were sad, we would just cry. We would run into our rooms or the bathroom and weep away. Then after moments of tears life would take hold of us again. Bringing us back to what’s in front of us. Remember love? How awful we would feel parting from our parents. Remember the first day of school, cuts and stitches, mistakes and compromise? Life was alway an adventure. Oh, what I would give to be a kid again. I would know nothing about war or abandonment. I would simply be.