Books

I had a great  day but by the end of it I was laying in my bed lights out and just had a thought process on.
Sometimes, it happens that even you are happy you start feeling miserable and start to crumble on the insides that is exactly what was happening to me.
So I decided to read something to divert my mind.
I had a Mills and Boons romance, the alchemist and the witch of Portobello on my bed side but I felt like reading none of them as there were hardcopies and I would have to switch the light on for that I for then wanted darkness as my companian along with the characters of my next read.
So I grabed my kindle and looked what I had and I had Anna Karenina a great read but not at the moment. 
I had the fault in our stars and paper town (both by John Green) which I had already read.
I had 3 books by John Green so I decided to read something more from one of my favourite author.
So I downloaded Looking for Alaska.
Around last May I didn't know who John Green was but by this time I have cried and laughed with the characters of his books.
And that's the beauty of ebooks it just takes a few minutes to download and I am good to go
I can read my book whenever and wherever I want.
And I tend to finish books way faster and I can read books that I would not find in stores so easily
Ya I have symptoms of an obsessive bibliophile
And this habit of reading was inculcate by my mother by making me member of public library and introducing me to the world of fairy tales and now I am big sucker for books

I am not perfect

I am not perfect
I am made of flaws
Maybe more than you thought
I have freckles and a cheeky laugh
Stitched together with an imperfect graph
I am a misfit
I may have a high pitched voice
But I voice what's right
that hurts you the,problem is yours not mine.

I am not perfect
I exaggerate
I am sarcastic
I don't hide my face when I laugh
My boldness blinds you.
My behaviour annoys you.
But I am well accepted among the people of my type
I say thank you and please
But I just don't over sugar coat things
I paint, I read, I write, I curse,I breathe.
I live my share of joy and my melancholy.
I fall, I rise, I mess up, I thrive
I am not afraid to admit I am a misfit.

I don't cover up, I don't conceal
Some may think I am blunt, some may think it's an incognito for my insecurities
But I am just me.

Stop pondering over the thought of me,
Just take a moment to check yourself out
You might be living in the house next to me.

-Kirti Lunia

QUDSIA BAGH

(Pronounced qdeshiya) 
Hidden in the lanes of calm Civil Lines of Delhi. Extremely hard to notices.I had drived cross the beautiful ruins of qudsia bagh but never notice the piece of history lay there.
The 18th century establishment was a walled garden that sheltered a palace and yamuna river flowed besides this structure. The yamuna is now nowhere near and its place is taken by the Ring Road.

The enormously spread garden palace was built in 1748 by Qudsia Begum, one of the wives of Muhammed Shah Rangila,a Mughal emperor. Qudsia seduced the emperor when she was a dancer in the court and was then known as Udhman Bai.She later gave the mughals their last emperor.

 It is said that the garden had three storied fort-like walls all around it, with massive gateways on all four sides, but during the 1857 revolt, this garden was used by the British troops as their camp and most of the walls and gateways were destroyed. 

Later, it was restored by the British in their own style, and the entrance to the garden was restricted to locals, who were allowed to enter only at certain times during the day. What remains today is one gateway, one colonial-looking building which might have been the palace, and a mosque. The gateway is called Hathi or Elephant gate, and even in its ruined state, it looks majestic. 
The mosque is simple, with three domes, and is still a functioning mosque, and the colonial building standing in the middle of the garden looks like it may have been built on top of an existing building. Both mosque and building have recently been restored.
The garden was built in the traditional Persian char bagh (four garden) style, and was originally divided into four parts by the flowing water bodies and walkaways. There was also a raised pavilion to sit and admire the garden, and the four parts had various flower beds and fruit trees.
Today this garden is well maintained and a lot of birds, particularly peacocks, can be seen there. It is ideal for a peaceful walk, but also to sit back on a bench and admire the traces that history has left behind and imagine its lost grandeur.

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