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18 Things I want...really!





(Reminds me of this song too from Oye Lucky Oye!)

Every time I think of things I want, I see boxes piling high up above! While the upside of these wants warms my tummy, filling my head with a lot yummy images, the downside is that these may be very far from our realities. Most of the times we let our wants’ come in the way of our realities. I wish mine didn’t!


So when I read Supriya’s 18 things I want blog post, I conjured up so many images in my tiny head that I had to write it all down before it got me all dizzy!


So here goes –
I want an increase of at least 3-4 inches to my current height.
I want a beautiful nude shade gloss that keeps my pout pretty all the time. 
I want long, wavy hair! All those blowing thousands of rupees on straightening should take cue from people who have long, poker-straight (albeit silky) long hair. Very boring!
Curly hair would do too.   
I want a dog. No puppies. I want a grown up dog, preferably a lab or a German shepherd.
I want a cat too.       
I want to be clearly understood. So much so that no can derive any rubbish from whatever I say and then use it to hurt me.
I want to be loved (the husband is crazy about me. This is not for my parents, sister or my side of family)
I want to be accepted for who I am. I am a smart, independent girl. Educated but not an MBA but decently smart enough. I am not fair either but decently looking. So I wish to be accepted just the way I am and not having to change for anyone.
I do not want to be questioned for everything I do. So question banks beware. I just won’t answer after your third question. The raised eye-brow is your cue.
I want to be trusted wholeheartedly.


I want a huge room (read really huge) room full of books.


I want a job that pays me to read new books and review them.


I don’t ever want weight issues.


I want a universal license to travel around world, explore and discover (just like Bond’s license to kill).


I want a home (not house) where I can sit by the large windows and sip my chai.


I want shoes, all of them!


And lastly, a huge shoe wardrobe to store them all!


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