Secret Santa :)

My friends and I have decided to play this game called Secret Santa this year.
Wondering what this Secret santa is all about?
Let me explain.

You make a chit for each person.
Then everybody picks a chit and automatically becomes a Secret Santa for that person.
And what does Santa do?
Well he picks a present for his little child and then waits until Christmas to give it to him/her.
Sounds exciting?
Well it is!!
I cannot wait to find out who my Secret Santa is !!
I absolutely cannot wait to receive my gift!!
I absolutely, absolutely cannot wait for the 24th!!

Anyway, I've decided to make life easier for Secret Santa and make a list of all the things I want :)
Mind you, Santa this is one LONG list!

1. Well I am having a verrrryyyy Boho phase right now and I'm fascinated by ALL  things Indian and Tribal. So Harem pants, Patialas, Paisley printed pants, Parallels, Chunky jewellery, Jhumkaas, Kadas, Jholas, Kurtas, Belly Chains, Indian chappals, Bindis and anything else you can think of :)
2. Cat-eye Sunglasses (Azaad Bazaar!)
3. Gangis! All the possible colours!
4. Net stockings! Oraaaannnggggeeeeeeeeee!
5. Net socks. Reeeeeeedddddddd! :D
6. Darrrkkkkk Chocolate! Bars and bars of them!
7. Black/Grey cardigan.
8. Indian-ish Diary.
9. Ballerinaaaaaaaaaaas! :D
10. Red or Grey leggings.
11. A long tee to wear with the leggings.
12. Body Mist.
13. Peacock Blue/ Purple eye pencil.
14. Any book that you think I might like. I'm really not fussy.
15. Anything Pink/Purple/Glittery or absolutely colourful :)

So that's about it Santa. For now.
Do come in tomorrow for the Second List :P


Statutory Warning : Buy me a shady gift and die!

Expectations and Lies.

When it comes to Giving, one should be able to give all that one can without expecting anything in return.
I was under the impression that I was capable of the same.
When I care about people I can go out of the way to make them happy.
It makes me happy to see the smile on their faces.
A while ago I did something for someone I care about deeply, that brought immense joy to him.
It gave me a sort of high.
I felt worthwhile because I was capable of making so much of a difference.

However, when I thought over what I had done the next day, it made me feel a little bit stupid.
Would he have done the same for me?
As if.
Would he do anything at all for me?
Once in a Blue Moon.
Would he atleast be grateful?
For a day. After that he wouldn't even remember.
So I set out to do something that was supposed to make me happy and ended up hurting myself instead.
All I wanted to say was, I want to be able to take and give back as much as I can.
I want to be able to give with my whole heart and hope for nothing in return.