Count your blessings

These days are rare..but when they happen, i whisk away into the thought pool happily, with abandon.

On such days, I just lay back and allow myself to feel things. Overwhelmed by gratitude for everything I have been able to experience in my life.

Strong connections, great friends, some really nice people, a loving and supportive family, a caring partner.

In this age of instant gratification, we get so caught up in the day to day rush, that we forget the people we have met over our journey to this point. How at peace some moments made you feel. Places where you stayed for two three days, but felt like you belonged there.

Some utterly beautiful sunsets, some very tiring, very worthwhile walks, some long night conversations, some bonds that didn’t seem forced.

Today I am counting my blessings. I know life will throw its setbacks my way, but today I rejoice. And today, I cherish.

Home Struck

Roots. Places you belong to. The home where your heart is. Roads that you have treaded for years, time and again. People who have shaped what you are today. Surroundings where your childhood crackled; your teenage strolled, snooping and sneaking. The laughter, the fights. You have been through it all, right here. Your base foundation. The soil whose scent you cannot wane. A place that holds memories so many, you can’t ever finish recollecting.

We tend to drift away. We change and grow and evolve. We meet new people, see new places, plan on seeing newer places. Move to greener pastures and similar stuff. Our roots though, they are instilled like how salt dissolves into water. Not much to say today. Just that, NEVER forget your roots people.

MY Bro

Technically I am six years elder to him, but we haven’t acknowledged the age difference ever. He has fought with me, argued, made me cry, all of that bitter banter. Ain’t that how siblings live in harmony?

We are celebrating Raksha-bandhan in India today. It is an exclusive brother-sister festival, where sisters tie Rakhi (it’s like a band) to their bros and brothers, well they shower us with gifts! It also has a solemn message behind it, particularly that the brothers vow they would always protect and take care of their sisters. It is an endearing custom. I have such fond memories of it from the past.

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If I flashback to the very start, I remember not being very enthused with my brother being born on his very first day. I was a pampered six year old, my mom had left me for the first time to go to nana’s place and he was kind of snatching my territory with his cute little actions (Oh he was damn cute back in those days!). Peace was somehow achieved in a day or two with my dad’s efforts and then there was no point of return.

As he grew, he would fight with me over every little thing. We were different. He liked paneer, I liked potatoes. I stacked up fairy tales, and he would pile up his monthly cricket magazines. I would watch Bollywood songs, and he would watch WWE. We were a team though despite all anomalies. Perfectly acting in co-ordination. We knew what to hide from parents and what not. Never tell-taled. :D. We would play video games together, collect pokemon stickers. Even though shit scared, we would buy DVDs of horror movies and watch it in one blanket, our mom having no clue. Then I left for my higher studies, and I remember the day I had to leave, he ran to some fancy shop and bought me this very cute kitty soft toy. Melted my heart for all it was. <3.

Now we have grown up, I am here working and he is doing his studies. Times have changed. We occasionally meet. And we hardly call each other. Those formalities have never suited both of us. I have his back, I guess he knows. Will only call me when there is trouble in paradise. Every time I see him, he annoys me to the core. Sometimes, he does it purposefully. In a bigger picture, I totally love him though. We have that sort of a relationship which you least worry about. Ain’t that how the siblings function anyway. :). Kind of missing that idiotic creature today.

Quotes #3 : and the Challenge!

I don’t know who wrote this quote, but it holds good for my current state of mind. Also, posting it as part of the Quote challenge Neerja nominated me for. This is Day 1. Thank you Neerja!

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Well I nominate:

Darshith

Jackie

Soumya

You guys might have already taken the challenge but I think you are pretty good with quotes..so the nominations..:).

To sum up turning 25

Haven’t I spoken enough already on my birthday!..but well..when I can bash out my friends on a public forum, I guess they do deserve some applauds where the credit is due. Well, lots of good wishes, gifts, cake, smiles. I won’t say much. Pictures can do the talking.

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For the love of my shoes, I got a shoe rack. And then I got a parcel that said: This gift box contains emotions. :D. Customized chocolates. Birthday cake with a message on how I should not panic about turning 25! I mean my friends rocked my birthday. Completely nailed it! My brother called me up (which again was an achievement) and my mum dad were as always showering me with the looooove.

I don’t know why do I complain so much! Girl, look around and smile.

So anyway, I wanted to write on some other stuffs, but today is just a day for being grateful. And humble. :P. Will sign off here.