Truth !

I am still drifting to the time of being accused for portraying a lie. Something in my mind still doesn't allow the shaking of that thought. I wander again and again on to the line that said “Don't you lie”.  My mind has a sudden urge towards asking that, what is the escalating truth then? 

My intellect is swinging on to the all the times that I had known truth. To all the times that I had sensed the truth beneath the skin of all the false that occurred. I can totally relate to the falseness that can creep amidst the faltering situations, the only way brain reacts to it is to surrender and believe it. I am sceptical if that little thumping thing on the left side of our chest does that. (Call it heart, I don't quite trust to call it that way but, call it a scream that you do not bother to listen most times).

As I muddle over it, truth appears as the silent ocean that has ruffled waves on its surface, and beneath lays a calm core as deep as it can be. Sometimes nurturing all the beings that come to its surface, and sometimes shedding them off towards the deserted shore. The truth pretty much has the face like that of a sea (ruffled surface that you panic to dive in and a calm core that nurtures its dwellers once you gather the courage).  It can either drown you or can let you survive.  It is all that casts skeptics amidst all the loathing and yet is as perennial as love.

I am no judge here I believe and neither are the survivors like me. But my sanity lies in realizing what dwells inside the agonizing soul.

Like the sand and the sea,  

The silver moon and the starry night,

The river and the shrine,

It stands tall and divine.

No truth that lays its face in between the lines of a tattered page, unsung poem, words of dumb or on the edges of a torn book. It is a notion of complex bearings that lies underneath all. 

- verving self. 

-Inspiration and Credits to Palak.

Tiny tale: The Pay check :)

He sat there,
Over a small bund near the banks of Narmada,
Vaguely remembering anything from around,
The continuous chants of mantras,
Wailed sobs of his inner self,
Nothing,could break his wall,
He sat there, motionless looking over the evening sun,
Suddenly everything came to a deadly pause,
All He had to do was flow her ashes down the water,
And He did, taking away her last remaining mortal dust,

A year later, He slid an envelope into that same gushing water,

The First paycheck always have to go to Mother..

Inspired from Envelope by Shefali

Pepsi Ungal Choice- Blogger Bug :P

Wow someone actually asked me write this and add in my blog, well I will say its my own friend, and she pinged me and said me to do it (MUST) , just like threatening me over facebook likes for all her posts. Goof I am doing it ! Actually it was more of Pepsi uma sort of thing and I was reluctant of reading at first but then I found it quite fun and started garnishing to her taste. Hope you read and enjoy as much as I do. Not only to her but to everyone .

10 Things I've realized/ 10 realizations ( I know you will annoyed when you hear the word "realization" coz of my facebook statuses, But machi nalla kochuko :P)

1) It's great to be a kid. Being grown-up sucks.

2) Ego can never get you anywhere.

3)There's nothing like home. It's the best place to be.

4)Whatsapp and facebook can only help you to start any relationship, then its in your own hands to make it success or...

5)When it rains, whole world comes to life and I become alive.

6)Nothing or Nobody can kill a year old relationship, except those two.

7)No matter wherever you go, or how far you go, you will never be far away from your family and friends. It's all in the mind. Distance can never push family and friends away.

8)Always cherish even the most smallest moments in life. You may not get the opportunity again.

9)It's very important to have an "I don't care" attitude in life sometimes, but not always.

10)Reading helps you restore sanity. Believe me.

9 things I'm glad about.

1)The great set of people I have in my life, every single one of them.

2)Kids, no matter whose.

3)Books.

4)Chess and Basketball.

5)Ice creams, Chocolates, strawberries and Parottas.

6)Monsoon rains.

7)Music.

8)My laugh, though it may bother others around.

9)Good food

8 Things I badly want to do

1)Travel, travel and travel.

2)Go to Kinsale for my honeymoon, which I'm aware is a long time away. But still, no harm in wishing, right.

3)Go home.

4)Learn guitar and salsa ,or at least anyone of those.

5)Go back to kindergarten and sit in Julie mam's class.

6)Get drunk at least once in life.

7)Be bold enough to tell my mom about some things in my life.

8)Live in some hill station, silent and unbridled with a dog on guard.

7 Things I often tell myself.

1)I'm crazy, but it's perfectly ok to be crazy.

2)You're great the way you are, whether the world thinks so or not.

3)There's no need to study everyday or be up to date with your assignments.

4)Laugh a lot, Bunny, coz that's what keeps you sane.

5)If you can finally learn to do Engineering drawings, then you can anything in life.

6)You're an awesome singer, no matter how off-key you may sound to others.

7)Talking to yourself is not a sign of insanity

6 promises

1)I will learn guitar some time in my life.

2)I will travel a lot, at least before I get married and have kids.

3)I will never grow up. I'll try my best not to

4)I will respect the people in my life, and will make peace with some people before I die.

5)I will try and make every effort to not lose people in life anymore.

6)I will not clutter and make a hell of mess in my room.

5 things I believe in

1)My mom and her relentless prayers.

2)The healing power of music.

3)Happiness is definitely a state of mind.

4)The world is not all that bad you know. You just have to change your perspective.

5)Hugs can mend anything.

4 people I wanna thank

1)My family, for everything. I am.

2)My friends from school, the brat-pack from Holy Cross,Tuticorin. Reshi,Lin,Lev,Vinu,Nits,Bhags,Nina,Meenz and Hari.

3) Friends who saw me go through toughest phases, still hung to me even after knowing that I could do all sorts of non-sensical mess and who still love me no matter.

4)Me, myself and I, coz I love me. Well, most of the time.

3 Confessions

1)I am terribly terrified of darkness and ghosts.

2)I solemnly swear I am up to no good. (Suttufied from Harry Potter)

3)I don't have any ambition in life, and I'm not ashamed to confess it.

2 things I never wanna do in life

1)Get busy, so busy that I don't have time for anyone or anything.

2)Die thinking that I didn't ask sorry or propose.

1 Thing I have utmost faith in

Laugh a lot. Not because it'll help you live longer or anything, but because its the wackiest feeling in the world when you laugh and your tummy starts aching and tears pour down. Trust me. Life is not all about surviving, It's about living.

Turning Twenty ;)

So what does turning twenty imply? The end of glorious hormones filled teenage? Or is that you have graduated from oneself into another yourself for this society ? Questions apart all that could clutter down to my mind is "it definitely means you have just completed your second decade on planet earth totally alive and still going to live." ;)

Why am I talking about it now ? Well, simple enough,one of my friends turned twenty in one of the premier Insti of India ( Well we don't study there, we just visited :P) and she declared the day before, “So our teen days come to a BIG end”, and it struck us that we were not kiddies anymore and all of sudden we all looked so big, grown up and grumpy with stress lines in our forehead.

The realization struck my friend harder than on me. I turned 20 a month ago, and had come to terms with the reality of the situation witn great difficulty. She was just talking down the fact, that I had just digested. Not talking but so sheepishly lamenting like a drunk ( Only 7up and lemon..No Hot drinks allowed ! :( ) And so she held that oh-no-so-nostalgic look, reminiscing our adolescent attractions, crushes, crazes blah blah..from school gates to tutition gates (Well She could not exactly number them ! ;)). But I knew it from the look on her face that she was full of fond memories, romantic or otherwise (I am not sure of that :/ ).

And when I actually think of it, my adolescent years were also artistically adorned with incidents that bring a sweet smile and sometimes even a hot blush to my face! Not because I have loads stories of secret crushes, or of few snatched stolen glances, but because we used to see it in abundance around us (not the ‘kisses’ part). We used to giggle profusely (yeah, the girlish giggle), used to keep count on how many boyfriends the most popular girl in class had, discuss scandalous stories about the school, the teachers etc which seemed to originate from an entity well known to all : ‘hearsay’.

Most of the time we would bet on whether it was true or just a fleshy piece of gossip. And interestingly, each one of us would forget the bet because the next scoop would come up within no time, leaving no room for further discussion on the old topic. Our world used to centre on these things. Thinking about it day in and day out, being an important hobby.

If crushes and crazes occupied one half,the other half pulled out the nerd in us. To beat your friends in this subject and that. Studying hard for that extra 2 marks, that would place you on a ledge higher than the rest. Though this was one area no one could avoid, there were a lot of people who were well at distance with studies.

I was among the naughty and smart lot (ahem !?) who was always affected by the mischief’s we used to do. In studies as well as everything else, I mean. Never once had I faced my teachers’ wrath on the grounds that I do everything else other than study. Somehow I managed stay aboard in school. Well College is a different ball game. That’s one thing I am quite proud of.

But when I speak of being a part of mischief’s, my friends and I (Mrs.Nirmala taught us "Never use me or I in first place") knew quite well where to draw the line and so successfully kept the blues at bay. Well sometimes we managed to go ashore and return safely, only after much anticipation. We were never perturbed by the threats of the teachers. And seldom got caught. That is, catch-me-if-you-can Leonardo.
And we always had the beauty of getting caught for the slightest of crimes! Always and especially from Mrs.Joes. And how I wished I could take over the uncanny knack of freeing from the toughest of knots. Alas ! I could never apply that technique for small issues and to her.

So those were the things when we were going on 17. By the time I turned 18 I am at college. And what a vast change it was. Not in us. But the two institutions, school and college. Getting rid of the school uniform, not having to walk about in an assembly line was all good. But I still used to miss my school and the carefree time I spent there. It took a couple of months to fine-tune myself to the new system.

We saw each other turning 18, then 19 and now finally 20. And do I see any difference? Ummm…at 18 we were proud of our status as a ‘major’ from that of a ‘minor’. We were still the same old school girls ready to burst into fits of giggles at any opportune moment. We discussed fashion, films, school life and…yea…that’s about it. At 19, the effects of being in an ‘all girls’ college were dominantly visible and we used to discuss articles in the newspaper, mostly related to atrocities on women. Fashion and films were still a hot favourite.

And at 20 I guess, we are more or less the same. We still feel we are 15 and get irritated when someone randomly pops up and starts giving us advice. We are mature enough to understand things but do get unnerved when pestered. And that, I think is a sign of adolescence. And at 20, you are actually supposed to behave like a woman. And often, you just can’t help being the child you are.

And so when my about-to-be-twenty friend exclaimed, ‘So teen days come to a BIG end!’ I asked her, ‘Do you really think so ?’
With a wink she asked me, ‘What do you think machi ?’
I gave her one of my impish smiles and told her ‘Well yes, teen years are over. But pots like us, never seem to grow out of it.’

Yes, when it comes to age, we like to remain static. Now I know what it means to be young-at-heart! ;)

Tiny Tales- Love again :*

Tomorrow is my 14th wedding anniversary,

Unknown to him, 

I slipped out of our Sunday kitchen in the names of cloves,

Hurriedly, I start shopping books for him,

Scanning from aisle to aisle,

From fiction to commerce,

Economics to biographies,

Less than five minutes my trolley is full,

With the whole Landmark staring through my skull,

I walked wearily towards the cash counter,

There, then I saw him,

With another trolley full of craft materials and a greeting card,

Sheepishly grinning at me and glancing me with intense love,

He pulled me towards him and paid the counter,

And that was the umpteenth time I fell in love with him again.

Sweetos Vs. Spoiltos :P

One of the recent happenings led me to write this article..!

Are you familiar with that kind? Those kids who get top marks in your class where ever that maybe, the kid who is always found with their nose in some hi-fi technical subject books, with those nerdy glasses, always thinking and talking about their next step in their progressive life, completes all the homework and assignment three days in advance, sits always in the first bench and answers and attends every test, the one who readily gobbles up any advice given by parents and teachers without a single baulk or sign of irritation. (And “realizes that its all for good”..!), obeys and respects all elders, has never heard or talked of those four lettered ketta varthais in English, avoids all those midnight talks in your room, talks on the phone for a precise 5 minutes, does not know to text or texts only in full English without any grammatical errors, eats whatever mom gives,  even if that includes lettuce and bitter gaud..(Yea, you're getting the idea, aren't you?). They are the ‘civilized’ and ‘refined’ youth, according to the elders and society who according will score a great cut-off and end up in one of the best colleges in the state, maintain a CGPA of 9.8, go to America for a job, marry a girl of parents choice and contribute greatly towards the development of India society from there :P.  They never play prank on anyone their whole life, or start out with any rebellions, they never speak to strangers, they watch only those highly educative channels in tv, and they are the best material for being the so-called Teacher’s Pet!

In short, they are ones who get that affectionate pinch on the cheek from every uncle, aunt, next-door neighbour, or cousin’s friend’s brother’s wife… with nice and long…“WHAT a chweeeeeeeet kid!”

And then, there is the other type. My type (: D)

They are rebels in their own way. They'll ask you what ‘homework’ means, they are most essentially the last-benchers, sometimes get stuck up in the middle row, but mind it not a step forward more than that, and they aren't exactly on top of the merit list, though they're really bright (sometimes :P). They'll be the first ones to "SHOUT" in every match or culturals. They all live by a simple philosophy – “Live for Today, Plan for Tonight, Party Tomorrow!” :D
They can never stand advise, they talk on the phone ALL night (whether friend or boyfriends, heaven alone knows), they love their pizzas, burgers or fast food, and would flinch at the sight of ‘Pavakkai or keerai’. Their favourite channel is probably all those music channels,comedy or always movies and they'd use words you wouldn't really want me to write in here(Well its only sometimes).

Now, I have to be honest here and admit that both the above cases are exaggerations. :-)
Those paragraphs written above are merely comic relief. :-) What follows is the real thing.
If you wanted to find someone who satisfies everything I've written up there (I meant both cases), chances are that you'll be as successful as the Indian Hockey Team.

But I think this is Exactly the kind of discrimination adults tend to make. If a girl scores well in class and listens to her elders, she is “sweet” and a “good girl”. If the same girl wants to have a sleepover or tries to get a tattoo, she’s been ‘spoilt’..(mostly by ‘bad friends’!!)

Why can't people stop branding? Why can't children be children? Why are we always treating them like a "Wanted terrorist" ? How is it that Only a child who scores well, talks less and behaves like a puppet is ‘good’?? Come on, children aren't judged by what clothes they choose to wear or what food they choose to eat. It’s time for adults to take a fresh look at things. Not all class-toppers make civilized citizens, after all. ! So think ! Good or bad, a kid is always a kid.

The Writer in me ;) :D

Some noodles, chips and a movie, well it was Iron Man 3 . I sat, alone preferably with occasional texting at hand in my old Nokia lost-oh-touch C203 . Lost track of the events for a while to think. I stretched and let my mind shout at high pitched voice: Get back and focus on the movie . Yet my mind wandered away into that oblivion of thoughts.

" No comparisons made. Too many differences. She had an easy life, and the world never fails to remind her of that fact. There was so much condescension around, wasn't there?
So she didn't know much about the world. Big deal. Did everyone who seemed worldly know much about it? So she, too, lived. Just like everyone else.  There was a lot going on. So many living in their own private worlds. They didn't want to be disturbed."

 As I condensed deeply into my own world and my mind began twisting the nuances of the character into a 

scene. So the scene went like this:

"The decisive character,  Yes that main character made her point so clear, persisted continuously to the point of demanding things till her friend had no choice but yield. Thoughts and feelings began to show, words poured out in frustration, and she watched her friend's timid, happy to feel cared about face, change into troubled. The foregoing friend articulated, "Some people had a way of getting a person open up. I wished I was such a demanding friend, asking because I had a right and getting a chance to show how much I cared. Thinking that people will tell you things without you asking is very farfetched. I was among those who waited to be asked till I told all, so it was unfair asking any different from people. I  was taking my time to do things. Taking time to change things. Time. I knew time was vital, and I am  learning patience. No more unrealistic plans that never saw the light of day. No more of that. It did way more bad than good".

The scene ended but I was already lost in its details. I was confused, Well I will call it a "Writer's Mayhem". Was it a special bond between those two? Surely not. No, I couldn't honestly say because I never thought about that part of the story. Perhaps it is a special bond, or it will be after this, who knows? 

Oh My Gaaaawd !! Where was the movie going? What happened to Tony Stark and Pepper Potts ??I couldn't believe myself, I again lost track of it. Again. It was coming to an end, what were they fighting about? Do I have to go back and watch again? I must. So rewind. I felt myself close to surrendering to my thoughts again. This time, No. I will fight it. The movie ended soon enough. I don't want to give in. I don't want to think anymore, it was agonizing most of the time. It was draining me dry. I felt like putting everything on hold.. Enough is enough. 

A walk. Yeah a walk will clear my head. Suddenly my reflection in the mirror troubled me. I laughed it off, tried to make a silly face. It didn't matter or get better. 

I  knew what I needed, but couldn't ask for it. That was enough. I occupied myself with something else. It worked. The story is starting to lay its hands on me. The scenes, thinking about that will force me into desolation, away from this world into some other world of my characters Yet, whenever I am alone it comes back to haunt me. What should I do? The answer is WRITE. Realising that I am the answer , I wash my face and run to join the gang of friends for a hearty chit chat :D B|

My Music, Me and Bass ;D :D

I am not a great musician, but I love to hear songs and that drove me towards musical instruments. I am not a music expert, but I learn fast. I will probably never be a performer, but I enjoy my music. I totally do. Especially Bass.

 Learning instrument and playing it perfectly was never towards any goal. The learning itself, is the reward. As the teacher plays his three fingered chords with precision , and tries brings out the maximum best out of you, your minds begins to open up, feebly at first and then strongly, resonating to the beat of the song with the liquid perfection of the master's. And then he lets you go. You pick it up and to your surprise, surprise yourself with a good rendition. Ah, that joy !

If you don't get it, let me explain.

You have a hard day at college, mostly from sitting simply and a rough edge with a cranky staff from your department (Ever wonder how students are always stuck with that "ONE" staff ?). Your head is filled with Internal marks, observations, silly fight with your buddy you have to reconcile, a lie to escape from the ball practice and some random filmy song that was playing in your room that morning.  Finally with all these cramming your mind, you see your building at last after a half kilometre walk .As you slump down on the chair, your teacher invites you to play setting up the instrument. Reluctantly, you agree.

As you stand by the instrument like a solider enlisted for agoge and let your fingers resonate with the C D E, you are half refreshed. Then begins the prelude. Flowing like a river, you take in the song, with all its force, regality and little gurgles as it crosses over pebbles. Just as the lude ends, you can't wait for more. The next, stanza enthrals even more - takes you deeply into the flow which is just like the birth place of any river as she trickles out of a tiny space . Slowly getting stronger, she flows out first as a stream, then gets stronger. And then more stronger. She waters the plants, buffalos lazing about taking a bath, a deer waiting to quench its thirst, goldfish jumping in and out for eternity and the kingfisher waiting for the right moment to strike. She gets more stronger and her currents become untameable, finally breaking the banks. By the end you are so into the sound that your feet and minds are one with song, the note and the bass. You become uncontrollable let your emotions flow along your fingers and smile at person you caught, smiling at you. And finally you traverse back into the first few lines.. Ending with a simple yet another resilient bass note - like a glass of cool water on a hot summer noon and then a sudden spatter in your face.

Haven't you by now forgotten everything else in the world but the amazing beauty that music makes you see? That little something that comes out of nothing, those random images that you see through your eyes when the song moves on like a red velvet on your throat and that note of emotion that finds a place in your song as a whole package - that, my friend, is music.  :)

That's what learning and making music is all about - being human, being peaceful, being blissfully you.

P.S: I don't know what I've tried to write in this post. I sat down after Bass session and just let the words flow. Do let me know what you think.

Why you should never ever marry me !!

Okay, this was written in a fit of rage + anxiety + Fear , when trying to come to terms with the fact that I have become 20 and my family is already telling me about how I should be in the future after my dreaded "M" days . So Here is to every guy, my Athai paiyans or others, please read this and save your skin.

So, here we go Mr.Thyaagi - Reasons why shouldn't marry me for your own good and safety.

* I will sleep until 10 in the morning.   

* I refuse to go on a diet.

* I hate salwar kameez .

* I love roaming out.

* I love to eat whenever I feel like hungry.

* I swear.

* Most of my friends are Guys.

* I am a tomboy.

* As of today, I fight fiercely not with words, anything Only HITTING !.

* I will argue.

* My lights does not go off until 3:00 am.

* I hate Coffee and Bajji sojji.

* I hate Arranged Marriage

* I eat chocolates in a very nasty way.

So What ?!

Well History repeated itself. Arvind Kejriwal, the man who rose from the ordinary middle class Indian society to the House of Indian representatives  not to become one of them but to make a change , the man with the most eligible credentials from premier technical institution of the nation, something which is highly uncommon among our politicians, the man who is willing to wear comfortable old jerkin to the parliament session and a press conference , the man who was accused by Indian government for contravening , the man who is Delhi's official Chief Minister today. Sounds interesting nah :D.

The policies and politics of the New Delhi has become the matter of interest to everyone in India, especially so when the nation is on the verge of making history, our media are no exceptions. Splattering Kejriwal's images all over the front pages is all fine, but giving suggestions on everything he does, his past and determining his future before he could do ? Nah ! Isn't that taking it a little too far? I can cross my hearts and say that I saw at least one article on Arvind Kejriwal in every column of a newspaper on Dec 29th (maybe He didn't get into the sports pages, well they say he was a sportsperson during his school days so he might very soon). Face book and Twitter were crowded with the posts of his success . Every major news channel relayed his "success tale" over and over until the next hot sensational news.

What is Arvind Kejriwal's mother's opinion on his entry into Indian politics? How did he crack all his exams in first attempt ? How does he manage his time between Family and Politics ? What was his CGPA in IIT Kharagpur ? Is he a vegetarian or non vegetarian ? What are his hobbies ? Why is he not moving into his new house ? Any Indian journalist will probably have the answers. I don't think any Indian election was ever covered with as much fervour as this one, or any Indian leader given as much mileage by the media as he has been. Maybe he deserved it but little less of it because he was one among us. Right ?!

We all know he is a phenomenon in the India today maybe to the world tomorrow, but what is he to my maid servant? What is he to the farmer who is eagerly expecting the rains? What is he to the child who is begging on my street? To the girl forced into prostitution in Streets of Delhi ? His victory might indirectly affect these people - yes. Every politician on the start of his carrier will be the change he wanted to see, but please my dear friends look in for the end result, there and then you would know whether he was the change or just another ordinary Indian politician. The newly sworn chief minister - is never more important than fighting the evils that abound our own. I am not a frustrated Indian who is mean minded, you may call me so but I am optimistic student who still find a small hope in the Indian political system after many failure expectations on my leaders. Well I am too frustrated of this exaggeration of what he is going to be !!

Let's hope Kejriwal does something about the Indian media as well! ;)

Zing List ;)

It all started with a random late night conversation, particularly after a heavy delicacy of vegetarian food at home. We were stuffed, satisfied and generally at peace with the world and also within the family– you know the feeling, don’t you? – and got talking about other things that daughters should never talk about, with their moms and dads.

Somehow, after that conversation, I have been thinking a lot about those little small or big things that satisfy us the most. This list – what I am gonna call the ‘Zing list’ can probably be the best tool to know about a person.

Anyway, I  will cut the complicated psychoanalysis of the Sigmund Freud's History and present you my own list of things/moments that make me HIGH – to whom so ever it may concern and what so ever particular order.

-         Food. Good food. Nothing like a satisfying meal with poricha tuty parotta to achieve world peace. In Tamil Simple ah sonna "Nalla Soru".

-         Chocolates. Belgian, American, Danish, Aasai, Anything with even cocoa in it. Any time of the day. Any mood I am in. Sure shot my happiness, out-of depression drug.

-         The first touch of water on my feet in the beach.

-         Applause for my performance. Be it speaking, performing, acting or whatever else. Yes, it feels   good when you’re appreciated. Only for something I do.

-         Laughter. You know that moment when you have laughed all you can and can’t laugh anymore??

-         Work. Doing things I love doing and being so completed drowned in it that I don’t know where all the time went.

-         Sharing a moment of silence with a friend and realizing how lucky you are to have them.

-         That first smile after a long crying session.

-         Getting that perfect photograph with the light, frame and moment captured exactly the way I want it, after repeated attempts :P.

-         Ipod, Bus travel, seat, head phones and my playlist.

-         Singing along the Dark hostel road with your crazy friend.

-         Running and playing in the Rain.

-         Getting the gadget for that you worked your ass off.

-         Chess and Writing.

-         Talking with a  Good Editor.

-         After a Long fight, that moment of hugs and happiness.

-        That Moment of "Zing", when your crush actually smiles at you.

Let it Go ;)

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight 
Not a footprint to be seen
 A kingdom of isolation and it looks like
 I'm the queen

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
 Couldn't keep it in,
 Heaven knows I've tried

Don't let them in, don't let them see 
Be the good girl you always have to be 
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know 
Well, now they know

Let it go, let it go
 Can't hold it back anymore
 Let it go, let it go 
Turn away and slam the door
 I don't care what they're going to say 
Let the storm rage on 
The cold never bothered me anyway

It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small 
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all 
It's time to see what I can do 
To test the limits and break through 
No right, no wrong, no rules for me
 I'm free

Let it go, let it go 
I am one with the wind and sky
 Let it go, let it go 
You'll never see me cry 
Here I stand and here I stay 
Let the storm rage on

My power flurries through the air into the ground 
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around 
And one thought crystalizes like an icy blast 
I'm never going back, the past is in the past

Let it go, let it go 
And I'll rise like the break of dawn
 Let it go, let it go 
That perfect girl is gone 
Here I stand in the light of day
 Let the storm rage on
 The cold never bothered me anyway

#Frozen
#Idina Menzel
#Addicted