Of late, I realise, I have stopped writing for myself. Like totally. I don't know whether I have been inhibited, or practically busy or both, it cannot be used as an excuse. And I'm sorry. So this, is my official comeback to blogging, for the time being at least. And I shall try to be as frequent and punctual as possible.
There is so much to start with. SO much.
The last years been super complicated. 2nd year. Phew! I scraped through and that's about it. But the best thing about your past is that it has passed. :D So, coming back to now, I'll just have to say Yay! I don't how much this makes sense but it is 4:03 in the dark and dirty morning and I am supposed to be free writing so please bear with me.
I watched Barfi! and laughed and cried along. It is incredible how tiny little things can bring sheer joy into your life. Tiny little things like a song. And something someone said. An insignificant moment. A gift we remember from childhood. Tiny little things like characters in a movie. Jhilmil. :')
I can't tell you how much I loved every bit of her. Every single bit.
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| "Itni si hasi itni si khushi, itna sa tukda chand ka Khwabon ke tinke se, chal banaye aashiyan..." |
I tutor a group of autistic students as a part of my NSS, and there is SO much they add on to my life. 2 hours for one day each week becomes a lifetime for me. Tiny little nuances. Gaurav laughing out loud for no reason whatsoever. The mini heart attack you get when Yash approaches you with all his superman energy. Shubham's endless rants, Aditya's endless stories. How stomach aches are directly proportional to homework for Shivam. And Sahil's adrenaline rushes. And Amit's sudden bursts of artistic enthusiasm. And Priyanshu. His naughty smile followed by a puppy face. And his jooosh. How all of them unanimously turn to the window when they hear a plane pass. How playing ball means the world to all of us. How they can dance to the music I can't even listen to.
Tiny little things. Like little drops of water.
P.S. - Thank you, wirewilltangle. My blog is alive again.
4 comments:
Makes my day too:) I love your style, its so personal and yet I can identify with it at multiple levels :)
Thank you so much Zainab! Such a pleasure to see your comment on the blog. : )
Really glad you liked this.
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
-Graham Greene
Absolutely true.
Thanks, Jeejee. : )
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