Nominations!! Why, Thank you.

Nominations!! Why, Thank you.


This week is turning out to be awesome, Alhamdulillah! First I get nominated for ‘sisterhood of the world‘ blogger award. And now, i’ve been nominated for One Lovely blog award by Secret Muhajaba (whose blog I absolutely love and I think you all should go check out right now!). Thank you so much for the nomination.

The One Lovely Blog Award nominations are chosen by fellow bloggers for those newer or up-and-coming bloggers. The goal is to help give recognition and to also help the new blogger reach more viewers. It also recognizes blogs that are considered to be “lovely” by the fellow-blogger who chose them. This award acknowledges bloggers who share their story or thoughts in a beautiful manner to connect with their viewers and followers. In order to “accept” the award the nominated blogger must follow several guidelines.

The rules for accepting this award are:
1) Thank and link back to the person who nominated you for the award.
2) List the Rules and Display the One Lovely Blog Award logo to your post and/or blog.
3) Share 7 facts/or things about yourself.
4) Nominate around 15 other bloggers and let them know about the award
5) Follow the blogger who nominated you (if not already!)

 So, here are the 7 things about me:

1- My blog name Kaygy actually stands for my surname initials K.G

2- I have dislocated my two hip, knee and ankle joints at different times. (It’s really painful)

3- I love pancakes!

4- I’d rather stand and talk to a crowd than be in a crowd

5- Barely 2 months in my new apartment, I broke the dining table, washing machine and two buckets        (unintentionally)

6- coffee is my happy drink

7- I have an irrational fear of animals- cute or not, big or small.

Now, I nominate the following amazing blogs:
A mozzarella orange
Laura Becknielsen
Life in between
Miss ndc
The secret destiny

Day 17: Worries of a Single Lady

Day 17: Worries of a Single Lady

My third year being single. Slowly, it’s beginning to hit me. I thought I had found the one when I met him, I was wrong- again! And now, I honestly don’t think the one exists for me. It’s not that I have been heart broken too many a times- trust me I’ve been too careful for that. But maybe that’s the problem, I was too careful. Anyway, I haven’t even remotely met anyone close to that. And I want to be happy, feel happy when I see people in love. Even if they are wrong for each other or what they are doing is wrong. But it’s getting hard, because it reminds me yet again that I’m alone.

But, well… How does it happen? How do you meet the one? This is something I ponder about. Really, how does it happen? I try to not think about it, but the thought keeps coming at me. And also,

I used to think I was just perfect. And then I thought maybe a few kilos lost wouldn’t hurt. And then it became more than a few kilos. And now, I’m wondering, maybe a few kilos gained back wouldn’t hurt. Life is complicated and the sorry and sad part is, we make it the way it is. Life’s what you make it- and if it’s complicated, I take full responsibility. It is my job to make life work. To make it work for me. To twist and turn things around until I am happy. To push forth, to stand strong, to make sure I leave no stone unturned and this heart of mine is happy. It is my job to make me happy. A job I believe I am failing to do.

Maybe it’s about time, heck, it is about time! I owe it to myself to choose to be happy. And, right now, this moment, I choose. I choose to be happy. It’s my choice to make and I have made it. Nobody said it would be easy anyway, I just have to make it work for me. And well, with happiness everything comes easy.

I choose to get off this tab In a few minutes, soak in the sweet after smell of rain that is blowing through this car window. Relax and absorb the atmosphere for a little while. Go home, pray and be happy. Yeah, I choose to be happy! I’ve made my choice and I will stand by it and see it through.


Why Poets Write…

Why Poets Write…

They all seem to listen,
But they never hear;
They listen with ears perked up,
To the words that’s pleasing to them;
And the words we need them to hear,
Are brushed by their ears as noises;
And the heart we pour out each time
Is gone with the wind- distant voices;

And that’s why poets write
Instead of doing the talking;
Because people- they seem to listen
But really, they never hear.