Hey guuuys!!

Hey guys!
So in the last post of my babblings i told you about some new ideas that have been cooking in my mind for the blog.
One of them is Pin-Trust?

If you have a Pinterest account you probably know what i am talking about.
My sisters and i are totally addicted to Pinterest. i have loads of Pins in my account but i keep saving them and always think ill try them once i know if it actually works.

And i thought there might be loads of people like me who literally pin these pins and never look back.
So, all you people out there have no fear, Ana's Journal is here!

Send in the pins you want to see are worth your time and i will try them out every week and tell you personally through a message or email if it is a trustworthy pin. I will also write a detailed post to let you guys know if there were any problems and how i overcame them.

Do you guys like the sound of that? If yes, then pls voice it in the comment.
And as usual if you have any suggestions please let me know so i can make this site more interesting for you =)

You can follow me on my Pinterest account here:
www.pinterest.com/bakeahollic04

So until then...
Ana
xo

*The Pins will only be reviewed if they are relevant.

So not many people know that i like to write random little stories. So here is one for you guys to read. If you like it, i might just share some more with you.

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As she heard the words coming out of his mouth, she knew what she thought would never happen, had happened. She could feel her eyes burning. No, must resist, she thought. She could not see the same man she had shared her vows with. The man who said she would always be the only one for him, stood no more in front of her. She could feel the walls closing in, the room seemed to be getting smaller, and smaller still. She got off the bed. Going towards the door, she looked back starring into this stranger's eyes who did not even flinch as her eyes watered. She slammed the door shut.

As she shut the door, she felt like she had closed a tiny little door inside of her too. There she goes, she thought. The cheery, happy go lucky girl she had eventually accepted to be, was gone. How weird is that a mere group of words can torture you to the core. Can go deep inside you and awaken those memories of pure bliss. Does he not remember how she was holding on to him that day. The day she had poured her heart out. The day she knew she had found her knight in shining armor. It seemed the armor was now starting to rust.

They say she talks too much. Did they never wonder why? She wanted to see people smiling and laughing. She loved it when people laughed at her craziness. The best feeling, she always said, is when you make someone laugh or smile. But who was going to make her laugh, she wondered. Sitting in the garden, looking at the pretty flowers, she felt numb. She could not smile let alone laugh. She begged God to make him see sense. Shivering in the cold night's air she thought of how he would always cover her shoulders with a shawl on nights out. I don't want you to get sick, he would say.

Her thoughts drifted towards her parents, and the last days she had spent with them, She remembered how her parents would laugh at her jokes and then look at her with a weird expression. They always thought she didn't notice but she did. She wondered what it meant. and now she knew. They knew what was about to come in her life. They knew that they might not see this happy little girl again. They knew her life would change, that she would change.

Perhaps it was time for a change. Perhaps, this was destined to happen. Standing up, she thought of how many times he had joked about this. She could hear his words in her mind again, hear them as if he was right in front of her saying it again, torturing her, disturbing every inch of her body. "i am in love with another woman and i am marrying her". She wanted to scream and let all her pain out. Stuffing her duppatta in her mouth she yelled, until her throat dried out. She knew he had heard her, She waited for him to come and hold her. Seconds seemed like hours. No one came.

As the silence took hold of her, she threw her duppatta on the ground. No! she was not going to take this. Just because he is a man, he does not have the right to give her pain. A pain beyond imagination. She will never agree to this madness. Stomping, she reached the door, pulled it hard took hold of his collar, not even noticing that he was wearing the same Kurta Shulwar he wore on their Nikkah and said "No i do not give you permission to do this, I do not give you permission to torture me. I do not give you permission to violate my love like this. I do not give you permission, I do not....i do not...i do not."
"I never asked for it", he said shaking her off violently. Grabbing her by the shoulders he looked in directly in her eyes and said. "Have some biryani ready. My new wife and I will eat at home before we go to bed.

He closed the door, shutting her out of his life. Leaving her alone with the pain.