Dear Mama Papa, As I sit down to write you a letter I am getting puzzled as to what should I actually write. We talk frequently and discuss almost everything, so I am not able to think of the stuff I can jot in this letter. I have a treasure trove of letters due to the letter writing habit inculcated in me by you both. Cannot thank you enough for this. I still remember the long letters we used to fondly write to each other, specially mama's letters - they always brought tears in my eyes. I vividly remember an episode from BTech hostel, where even my friends read mom's letter and cried. It is funny when I think of it now but it was my birthday and I got emotional. You gifted me Norman Vincent Peale's some positive thinking book that day as I was feeling really low. Sorry mom, I don't even remember the title. I never read that book properly. With you both being my pillars of support I never really needed a Norman Vincent or a Dale Carnegie . There were friends at sch...
When you call nature it may or may not give what you want. ya ya ya Jordan says O ecofriendly nature ke rakshak mai bhi hu nature in a shrilly voice merely asking to protect him! Previously there used to be so many trees and greenery around that I used to feel that nature is just a call/ a shout away and when nature calls you you can even hide behind it safely and it never will mind. Infact the output of the nature call can be used by it as manure , but with increasing suburbs, cosmos, metros, flyovers etc etc what you see every where are skyscrappers, big complexes, multiplexes with plush tiles, shining mirror like floor and roof and clean toilets. Yep crystal clean unless until theres a humongous crowd or if the whole housekeeping staff is on sick leave.[ Theres every possibility to take leave once in a while taken in to account the stench they bear . I salute them ]. So by now you must have got an idea what am gonna scribble here. Actually the topic itself is so crappy ( shi...
An yet another dining table conversation... Me in all my brooding avatar after discussing some events... Me : "Zaara don't be so attached to teachers or fella classmates. Years change and your sections also change. You must go with the flow!" Z : "But why should I not get attached. At times I may find a favorite person in the process, with whom I would love to talk more..." Me little surprised: "Ya, you will find such, but is there any recent favorite person!" Z: "Ya , my grade 3 teacher . I meet her in every snacks period!" Me : Really?! Z: Ya , I still meet her. We talk. One day she asked me , how's your grade 4 Zaara. I said , "Mam!Busy, suffocating mammm!" Me: wow, then?!😅 Z: She laughed and said, tell me about it Zaara and we chatted away. Me: So you guys talk like friends now then!? Z: Ya. She is not my class teacher, so we talk more now. Me: So you feel good then!? Z: Not just good maa! It feels fresh, a new feeling....l...
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