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It's Really Ok.

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(This post was a Tangy Tuesday Pick! Yay! Check it our here - http://blog.blogadda.com/2016/01/19/tangy-tuesday-picks-blogadda-indian-bloggers-blog-posts)
It's ok to feel bad when something good happens to someone.
It's ok sometimes to want to shoot with a gun.
It's ok to be irritated when someone scratches fingernails on Teflon.
It's ok to miss a post or two in your first Blogathon.

 It's ok to not want leave Goa and come home.
It's ok to suffer a severe case of Monday blues syndrome.
Its ok if your motivation level is not that of Aragon.
It's ok when bad connectivity makes you miss Blogathon.

 It's ok to eat good food everyday, like Cheese Patty.
It's ok even if the food is unhealthy and fatty.
It's ok even if you resolved this year to run a Marathon.
It's ok even if while eating, you forgot the Blogathon.

 It's ok to never ever want to go to work.
It's ok to sit at home when office has a vintage Wifi network.
It's ok while at home, to look at pics of Paris, Brussels and Lebanon.
It's ok, while doing this, to miss a post for Blogathon.

 It's ok to be just ok with everything in life.
It's ok sometimes to not do much and just be somebody's wife.
Because in life, you are not a fairy or a leprechaun.
It's only human to miss a few posts in the damned Blogathon.
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  1. DIMonday, January 18, 2016

    You are correct. It is absolutely ok.

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  2. SMonday, January 18, 2016

    heehee, totally okay if you come back with fun poem!

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  3. BikramTuesday, January 19, 2016

    OK is the best .. i think in the rush to get WONDERFUL or BRILLIANT we lose the OK .. so OK is marvellous and brilliant :)

    Bikram's

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  4. UnknownThursday, January 21, 2016

    Its really Ok...true that...this one does deserve some accolades.Cheers!

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  5. Neo ImaginationsSunday, January 24, 2016

    It is good to be OK. OK is a peace within yourself.

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