Yesterday my cousin sisters celebrated their 9th birthday (they are twins, one minute difference). This is the second time I missed their birthday. This time I had to come back for college just one week before their birthday. Wish my holiday could get extended by 7 more days. That’s why felt worse this year.
I had already bought their gifts and left them with my mother. They received it first thing in the morning. As usual they loved it. They always love whatever I give them. Dunno why, they often prefer the ones I already used, especially the older of the twins. Maybe that shows how deep our connection is.
At night I spoke to them over Skype. They saw my face and understood there’s something wrong. They understood I was sad.
The older twin said, “don’t worry, next year if your college starts late, we could celebrate together”. I said, “What if next year also I won’t be able to stay?” You know what she said? She said, “this year I forgot but next year you’ll see us cut the cake over Skype”.
I was surprised by her response. Were they the same kids whom nine years back l used to take in my arms and played for hours together? Were they same kids whom I used to teach how to walk and talk?
I was in a doubt whether angels and fairies exist or not. But now I say, yes they do, and I have two fairies in my life. They are my first cousins by relation, but to me they are no less than siblings. Of all my cousins, they are closest to me. And I guess so am I to them.
It seems they came into my life just yesterday.
Staying with them I learned how to handle kids. I learned to understand them. I learned how to be like them and relive my childhood.
Wish them a happy, fruitful year ahead.
I wish them a healthy mind and body. Hope their all wishes come true.
I would happily take all their grief and give them my happiness.
At the end of every six months, after my semester exams are done, I fly homewards for a 20-day (end of odd semester) or 45-day (end of even semester) break. I fly from Bangalore to Siliguri which takes 4 hours. Around 1900 kilometers journey.
Just yesterday I returned from my 21 day vacation.
Tomorrow 4th semester begins.
New semester, New phase of life.
Got to spend six months before I see home.
I don’t have a specific writing space. All I need are my laptop, One Note or MS Word or WordPress installed in it, or my phone, a fresh, untangled mind and lots of comfort!!!
You can find me in my bedroom, or in the living room, even on a sleepover at a friend or relative’s place.
You may think what a unorganized woman she is. Yes, you’re right.
I tend to find order in disorder.
What to do!!
This is what I found two days back on my brand new T-shirt:
Though She be but little, she is fierce
I had always pictured Shakespeare as a male chauvinist. That’s what his plays conveyed to me. But this particular quote however speaks for the women.
I always believe, we women may look petite, timid or shy but we possess the strength to rule the world.
If we can create, we can destroy.
If we can nurture, we can rule.
If we can bear the pain of giving birth
Weight of the world is like feather to us
Never belittle a woman
If there’s no woman, there’s no life
You know what I see?
I see my life, isolated, unknown, mysterious, doubtful.
I dunno what’s there on the other end. Now I see a ray of light, next moment, nothing.
Now I see it, next moment I can’t.
I have no idea what turn life’s gonna take next.
Are good times ahead ?
Or will the difficulties continue to reign?
Why are you so unpredictable dear destiny?
Do you enjoy giving me sleepless nights?
Do you enjoy seeing me weeping?
What wrong have I done?
Who have I wronged?
Why are you quiet?
Answer me God damn it!!
Home is where I can be myself;
where I can talk loudly and no one to complain;
where I can be sad, happy, angry, depressed, irritated but I’ll never be alone;
where I’m loved more than anyone else;
where all my wishes and demands get fulfilled;
Home is where my mom is
Home is where my dad is
Home is where everyone I love are
Home is where I learned to live
Home is where I learned to love
Home is where I sowed the seeds of my dreams and ambitions
Home is where I made up
Home is where I broke down
Things I like
— I like collecting. I can’t stop collecting the freebies with my favorite biscuits or cereal or even the McDonald’s Happy meal merchandise. I’m a numismatist and a philatelist.
— I have a thing for miniature objects. I like pens smaller than normal, I have around 4-5 miniature diaries (God knows what I want to write in them). I like babies, I enjoy playing with them.
— I like buying and reading novels. Whenever I pass by a book store, I always have a strong temptation to buy at least one – I’m a book addict!!!!!
Ummm…. what else?…. This is getting really tricky!!!!
— talking about food, I like Indian and Chinese. Since Indian cuisine includes a number of sub-cuisines, I particularly like the Bengali and the Punjabi cuisine.
— I like watching Hindi movies but I sometimes I do watch world cinema for a change
— TV shows, I always prefer the American and British ones.
— Music, the soft, romantic ones (don’t ask me about technical genres)
OK that’s it for now, it’s gonna take a lifetime talking about what I like
As the first assignment of Writing 101 course, The Daily Post asked a million dollar question – “Why do I write?”
I write because……
There are times when everything goes wrong, and your heart and mind just cannot take the pressure. Also in the flow of venting, you might land up offending your friend or someone from the family. That’s when writing and your journal or blog or your novel become your friends. Your journal/novel or your blog takes in every bit of your emotions, tantrums, nagging. It never complains, it never wants anything in return, all it gives is serenity, a peculiar lightness.
It’s not that only when I’m emotionally low, I write. When I’m on a happy high and I want everyone to be a part of my happiness, I just open my blog and start writing. Sometimes I can express better by writing than by saying.
I don’t use a journal. My blog is my heart, my mind, my listening friend. That’s what drives me to writing….