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Are broken people jealous?

In 2012, I lost my paternal grandmother. She was suffering from Cancer for 2+ years. I have seen how difficult it was for her to swallow food. Even a new minor pain could trigger her fear of death. During her last days she could have food only through a tube that was inserted in her nose. Since my childhood I’ve seen her only as a confident woman (she is confident even when she might be wrong LOL). I used to play a lot of games with her, both of us end up cheating each other and I’ll complain to mom regarding this. Even I used to roast my grandma a lot. Everyday there will be some sort of fight with my grandma. For easy understanding you can call our relationship like the ‘Tom & Jerry’ one. But the few years after her death, it was difficult for me to accept that she is no more. You don’t grieve on a consistent basis. One day you will be happier and suddenly the happy memories with her will strike and go on a break down. There were multiple breakdowns, like I used to cry to da

After two years

I am feeling super excited to write in this blog again after a couple of years!! Eehaaaaa So, if you are new to this blog, then hey, I welcome you to my favorite corner of this internet world. So, I started this blog 3 years back to spend my semester holidays productively. And I was writing the incidents that were happening in my life at that. So, that I can cherish these memories whenever I want..... And only today, after ages, I came back to this blog and reading some stuff that happened. Forgetting happy memories is always a scary thing for me since childhood. So, I am not forgetting any good old memory, and I also want those memories to be celebrated. And that is why I am randomly typing here now. I know there is not much of an audience for me on this platform, but this is still my favorite one.. I can speak a lot about how I am feeling about things... So, yeah, thats it.... I don't know why I am rambling now.... But hey... I am here back to this blog after two years.... And th

Oh god mornings

No matter how hard you try, getting early in the morning is the difficult task, that too draping a saree.... Your patience will fly away from you. Waking up by 5:30 am is not enough to get ready. These worst cases won't happen everyday but when it happens... You are over (atleast me) I woke up hy 5:30 am and started to the morning routines and did some work and went into the bathroom to take a bath. The climate was soo chill and so the water was..... Kadavuley I forgot to switch on the heater. It takes 10 minutes to get heated up. The bathing time delayed to 6:47am. I simple ran into the bathroom took a shower. Yes.... Here starts the bad hair day. The previous night I oiled my hair like anything. Now I must shampoo my hair and apply conditioner for 5 minutes other wise.... No no I can't step out of the house. With hurry burry, slippery bath ran out of the bathroom and got into the dressing room by 7:20 Here my saree initiates the irritation in m

Uffoooo people

Hey all... Again this is the nth time excuse for not posting. Suffering from severe tan I can't resist myself from posting this one. It's could have been a month since I saw that video. It was a talk show in a popular channel in Tamil Nadu. The topic was about dark skinned people vs light skinned people. The show began with the nick names that the dark skinned people have. Harshly those names where just like bullying these people. But they all said that names with a smile on their lips. But do you think that are happy with these names? After that the host of the show asked the light skinned people about their opinion on dark skinned people. One lady said ' dark skinned people must take bath twice in a day'. Another lady said, ' skin whitening creams there in our country only because of them'. Another one said ' dark skinned people must use make up to look white, while we don't need any make up'. Another lady said 'I am a

The travel angel

'Akka, when will the bus come? I really want to have a seat in the bus. Am so weary' I said to my sister by holding that hand bag that hung in my shoulder and the other hand holding the lunch bag and mobile. 'Same here da, I too want a seat' my sister said that in the same weary tone. The sun was showing off its power by showering the heat, to which we showered in sweat. Our mouth begged for water, but our water bottle disappointed us by saying 'you already completed your water, don't mistake me'. 'Hmmmmm' we sighed. Then we saw the bus. The bus was crowded and overflowed with students and other passengers. 'Noooo this should not happen, pleeeeeaaasseee God nooooo' I prayed a lot but 'No other way go in this bus' was the voice from universe. When we both climbed in, we seeked for some space to stand. Wearing saree and traveling in a crowded bus is the a

Left eye's contact lense

It was a busy morning I should get ready for my work with in 15 minutes. I was packing my bag and getting ready. Then I made myself calm and took a deeeeep breathe to relax. If I get tensed I would hurt my eyes with my hand. Keeping contact lense properly in eyes within few seconds is the challenging task for me in the morning. By godvs grace I kept my right eye contact lense properly. With an appreciation I opened the left eye contact lense case. The shock was waiting there for me. Lense was not there. I simply squeezed my eyes😢. I thought that I forgot to take the lense from my eyes the previous night. 'Oh, Dharu what are you doing to your eyes. How can you be this much irresponsible. Hereafter you better use specs.' I was scolding myself. Idk what to do at that time. I simply sat and looked at the opened case with a disappointment of loosing a lense. I found that that the lense is not in my eye. With a sigh of sadness I too

The working mother

'Kranaksha.... What are you doing get ready quickly. Its already 7:55 within 5 minutes our school bus will come' Shaila screamed at her elder daughter, while making her younger daughter to get ready for yellow day celebration. For kinder Gardens they were celebrating days of colours. So Laya decorated her younger daughter Pihu with accessories in yellow colour. By 7:58 am the school bus came near their home. Laya took her working bag, Pihu's school bag, both of her daughter's and her lunch and brealfast bags. She walked like running. Laya can't even take a breathe. Laya realised that she was holding her breathe only when she kept her feet inside the bus. 'Mam late ah mam' Jaya (Laya' frd) asked Laya in a kidding tone (inspired from a real incident)

Picture story - From seed to a strong plant

It was just two weeks since the seed fell on the soil and started its life. It had lots of desires to live; it always wanted to help humans, birds, animals, and everyone as it can. But, did the seed know what its destiny is. It started to grow its teeny tiny roots inside its shell. The seed was excited to have its root prints in this world. But all its desires were shattered in that one day. That one miserable day changed the whole story of the little seed. All that the seed can hear is, 'Hey man, come here soon. We don't have all day. Come and start the construction work. It's just simple work. We can complete it in a few hours, and let's go for next work,' the mason screamed at other workers. The seed listened to all these things calmly. It didn't know that they are preparing the graveyard for the seed. It just concentrated on its roots. It waited for the next day to enter into this word. Its roots

cute little things

Hey all, it had been a long time since I posted the last blog post. I will try to post at-least 3 a week. Now lets get in to today's post. INCIDENT 1 : On a fine day, in the morning, mom was preparing channa masala for chappathi. Unfortunately, it was partially burnt. Some channas that settled down were burnt and the dish started to spread its burnt smell. Dad came from hall, to the kitchen 'What happened pa, what is this smell. Have you burnt the dish?' dad asked. To manage the situation, mom took a single burnt channa from the gravy and showed it dad with her thumb and the forefinger holding the channa and said, 'because of this one channa the whole dish is spoiled' with a sad face. 'Okay okay, you don't get tensed. We can manage with some other side dish' dad said that in a way of consoling my mom from the disaster. When dad left the kitchen, she looked at me and gave a smile that expresse