Tomorrow, I’ll be shifting to a new house. Somehow managed to pack my stuff with an injured feet through a friend’s help. She was a blessing in disguise. I have been staying in the current room for about three years. To be honest, I am a bit anxious about leaving this place, that I have grown pretty comfortable staying at. Probably the reason why I am writing about it on my last night here.
It took a little while but this became my home. Memories. Moments of all kinds, nerve-wrecking and some breath-taking. Funny as it may sound but this house has witnessed me grow, been my humble abode on good and bad days.
I guess the feeling is natural. You get attached, and then you have to let go. Of course it is a tad bit more flummoxing to people who are emotional, isn’t it? Time to bid adieu. Here’s to changes, for the better. :).
Eons ago when my life was simpler, I used to read this and think..pfff..so dramatic!
Past few days have been anything but simple.
I broke a tooth and had root canal treatment done for my cavity stricken teeth. Did I mention my general fear of dentists and how tormenting my visits were?
This hadn’t ended, was figuring out how to pay the bills and stuff..and in middle of all of this, I had an accident. Skid my bike in rain. It was TERRIBLE, no better words to define it. This happened about five days back and I am limping to date.
I normally don’t like to make a huge deal of things..(haha..what a joke!) but this was the worrrsssssttt. There was this immediate thought when I fell, that some lorry would come from back and flatten me and go! I was wailing from pain in my feet. I felt so deep down in shit that when I called my friend from the hospital, I was laughing and crying all together. Got my mom worried a lot too.
Did find some people to count on, amidst all this, which is good!
Well, I’ll be fine. I am only learning from this. You know what they say right:
P.S. I was supposed to be waking up early and it is 3.44 am! Lord save me, no wake me!
This weekend is completely dedicated to Game of Thrones, Season 6. I had been waiting for the entire season to finish, so I could watch it in one go. Cannot run around waiting for one episode after another, :P.
I even watched the last two episodes from Season 5 to get the hang of where things were left out. :D. See my behavior pattern there? I can wait longer but not for short-term. Strange.
Anyway, my favorite characters from the series are Tyrion Lannister, Cersei Lannister and Daenerys Targaryen. :). And ofcourse, love Jon Snow too.
I am hurt, not emotionally but literally, with a bruised knee from dashing my bike on to a road divider. Well stupid things happen! I have fallen a couple of times now, appears as if I am making money out of it! Makes me shrink my head inside my hands.
The day has been full of mishappenings hovering around.
Woke up to a very creepy crawling tiny creature in my room. It/he/she made my sleep go away in a split second. After the failed attempt of catching it in a jar, I just left it on its own. New paid guest in my room still resting somewhere as I type this.
Skipped on my breakfast. Drove in the rain. Had the front tire of my bike losing pressure in middle of the rain. And then this fall. Called up my mom, like a six-year-old runs to their momma after getting injured. Reenacted the whole scene to her. I am better now.
One good thing happened: Remember I mentioned about teaching kids? Well, I got a mail today that I got through this recruitment drive I had attended and Voila!! I am going to teach kids on weekends now, real soon. I am pretty excited about it!!! And a tad bit nervous. But happy. :).
Here is a theory (yep! call me crazy): When you part with someone you love…it becomes kind of obvious that you are going to be Mr./Miss/Mrs. gloomy for a plentiful days. You won’t get out of bed, you won’t eat right, you won’t mingle, you will possibly do all deplorable things to make you much worse than you are. At that point of time, it seems justified, a natural course of action. Like, yeah that person mattered to me, and I am literally down in the dumps without them.
But, how about doing the exact opposite? Say improving yourself for the ones you loved. Yeah let the gloominess phase out; if it doesn’t, limp, crawl, somehow, fight out of it. Sure, getting out of the bed seems like a hill to surmount. You are better than that, heck I am better than that. Wonder what it would be like, if you just sat and decided to be a better version of yourself. I mean what’s there to lose now right? Store the residuals in a locker or something. Do something good. Something fulfilling, that delights you. Take up some activity out of your comfort zone, learn something you are entirely new to. Imagine, if you ever meet this person somewhere down the lane, you could just smile and say, your love made me stronger.