For a flower bud :)

My brother became a father, i.e., I am an aunty now
When he told me this happy news, the first thing which wandered into my mind was a long wait at a hospital, 20 years back, the day my sister was born.
I was really excited to know that I will have a brother or a sister to play with. When I reached hospital, there was a huge crowd, including my aunts, uncles, grandparents, my dad and few other relatives. I stood along with them outside the delivery room with excitement. I thought the baby will be able to play with me from the second it is born. Well, I was a small kid
Atlast a nurse came and told that a girl baby was born. Hurraaayyyy!!! I had a sister to play with. Mom and baby were brought to the room. I was allowed to see the baby. It was browny but plumpy girl. No, she was actually fat. Her cheeks were so fat that it hid her eyes and nose. Her lips were so small that you cannot see her mouth. Oh my God. She is not beautiful at all. I slowly touched her cheeks and took her hands in mine. My mom asked ” Do you want to hold her in your lap?”. I said a quick yes.
I told the baby in my lap. I can still help the warmth of her body and remember the way she was looking. A chill ran through my spines. I am actually holding my sister…. I don’t know why, but my eyes water, whenever I think about it.
Now I tell my sister that it is because I knew a catastrophic disaster was in its way. But actually I was happy
Unlike my sister niece has an angelic look Can’t wait to see her
Congrats bhaiya and babhi
Love you

Me and my creativity

Something hilarious happened few days back… Somebody asked me to write a story.. I mean a real story. My reaction was What??????????? I’m not going to tell you what kind of story he asked me write and for what purpose. I leave that for your imagination.

Let us call my friend Mr. H. Mr.H read my blog and was particularly fond of the post about my kitten. He said he liked the way I described the first time chinu came to my home. For those who have not read my previous post, chinu is my kitten.  And Mr.H appreciated my creativity and the way I see the small things. But I must tell you Mr.H, its you who taught me how to find happiness in small things. You are the one who inspired me to find the inner spark in life.

Now let us come back to my creativity. I feel I’m the least creative person alive in this world. Or a person with less imagination. I do dream a lot, but I’m not sure if I have enough of it to write a story.

I have always felt that a good lier have good imagination. This concept is based on a real incident. It goes like this…

Long time ago, 30 years back, there lived a little girl. She had 2 younger sisters and 1 brother and many cousins. I think there were around 10 kids living in same home.  Now the heroine of our story is the eldest of all. Being eldest and since she was promoted to higher class, she went to a different school.( primary school and high school were different in those days).

One day after returning from school, her curious siblings asked, how is the new school and how is it different from their school? Even though she couldn’t find much difference between the schools, she didn’t want to disappoint them. She said, its lot different. The students are different and teachers are different etc. But they were not satisfied. They began to ask her more and more questions. Atlast she told about a girl in her class, her friend Ruby. This friend of hers, is very pretty, fair, in a whole a lovely damsel. She came to school in car(car was rare in their place at that time). And Ruby always wore colour dress even though, uniform was strict in the school. This girl is special than others. She is as if she came directly from a fairy tale.

And the story about Ruby grew fascinating day by day. It included little adventures they both had. A year passed by, 2 of our heroines siblings were to join high school this year. They were really excited because they are going to meet Ruby today.  When they reached school, they first searched for Ruby and found that this girl never existed and she was just imagination by their elder sister.

The heroine of the story is my mom’s elder sister. I really love the way she tells stories. You should listen to her, while she explains something. You will feel as if you are actually there.

Unfortunately, non of us got her creativity

Happy Friendship Day

World will be celebrating friendship day tomorrow . Let me wish all a very “Happy friendship day!!!!!!”.

Well!!! to me friendship is a sweet feeling, a rare gift from God. I believe there is no one with out a friend. No, no I’m not talking from fairytale world. See, in this world you will have atleast one best friend, a person you can trust, a person who will stand for you in all odds. It is God. You shout at Him when you angry, laugh with him, He will hold you when you are falling, protect you from bad. Still you don’t release His goodness. You try to see all these goodness in another human being. And ofcourse, a few lucky ones find their best friends in this world

I have got a best friend and yes, I’m one of the lucky ones.
But today I’m going to tell about a bunch friends I have.
I started making friends at the age of three. I had 2 friends, kids of my family friends. We grew up together, played together, went to school together. We did almost everything together until we went to school.
One these guys, cried when he was put in a different school. He wanted to join me in my school. He was so stubborn that his parents had to go his way
We both were in same class. I called him Anu, and other friend of mine was our senior, he was in 1st standard and me and Anu was in LKG. I called my other friend srikuttan( he is married now, grown out of that name!!!).
School was a place where I had a hell a lot of friends, I had friends in every class. Me and my friends had fun and frolic at school, enjoyed every moment there.
As I grew up my friend circle also grew, but Anu left school when we were in 3rd std, after his mom’s demise. I still have the taste of biryani, she made for us.
And Srikuttan was my senior and slowly started drifting away. I never felt this gap, I accepted it because he was very shy, never talked to girls. Don’t have a gentleman image for him because later he got “Mr pancharra kuttan(Mr flirt)” title at his college
My school also gave life long friendships. I have 2 friends, Ajith and Manjusha, who are my friends from LKG. They know me better than anyone else. They were there with in every step of my life. Thank you so much for standing with me. I love you soooo much
I made friends with so many people, Ajayan, Ajay, Prajeesh, Nandini, Premaja, Shridyas, Prajith, Prashanth, Debashree, Anamika, Anjali, Nimisha….
The list is very big, it will take more than one page.
I lost contact with many but still have contact with some.
The base of friendship at school was innocence. There is a unbreakable bond between us. Its pure, sacred and unselfish.

I made few friends at my tuition class. Nilna, she was the best, Farasha, the butterfly, Surya and Vandana.

At college too I made good friends. Lovely damsels were they, some good at heart, always ready to help, some little selfish(mind you only very few were selfish), some too good, some very friendly, some shy, but all were my friends and good friends too.

I should be doing injustice if I don’t name my good friends at college. Priyanka, the tomboy(now she is not so, I was surprised to see her now), Krithika,the sweet doll like, Aarthi priya, the lovable, Kavi priya, the helpful one. Then there was Geetha, Saranya, Krishna priya, Banupriya, Durgapriya, Kalaivani, Durga, Sangeetha, Jeevitha, Krithaka, Elakayia, Gayathri, Anju…. Here also the list is too big.
I had a very good friend, people always misunderstood her, but she was very sweet, very comforting and too good, Vinitha. She was my benchmate, a friend who stood by my side on all situation. Miss you a lot dear.
I miss all of you, dears
Now there was another place where I got friends, office. Here the friendship was not based on innocence. People were no more innocent, I was in a world of adults, very selfish, hurting, abusing… Amidst of all these I got few gems. I am happy about it and very thankful.
Suresh ettan, Cethal, Shoma, Sruthi, Gokul, Anz ettan, Dipu ettan, Rai, Rahim bhai, Nitya, Tharun ettan, Kiran, Merin, Majoosh ettan… There are many of them.
But I should mention one name, a person, who cared for me than him, a person who was not only a friend but also gave me protection of a brother, Prahlad. He stood for me when everyone raised their fingers on me. He defended me when all were against me. He was the best. Prahlad, if you are reading this, you really mean a lot to me .
Enough of praising, else you will start eating my head.

Prahlad is a person, who fights with me always, who eats my brain, who irritates me, but at the end of the day he make sure that I have a smile on my face.

I should also mention a friend, who always cares for me, love me, always stand for me, encourage me, makes me feel that I’m good, help me to find out my instincts. I won’t mention his name

Thank you all my friends and love you all. Have a very happy friendship day.