When I was little…
You were always too tall,
So I grew up stretching
Trying to reach you.
You were always too smart,
So I grew up studying
To be like you.
You were always my hero.
I eventually gave up trying
There is only one “You”.
Not sure if I ever failed you, Papa,
But I always adored you…
P.S.: I love you, Papa. Wish you many beautiful year’s to come…
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New Year just got better! I was just notified that this blog has received 1000 likes!
I had never dreamt of reaching this goal when I started off. I had just hoped that someone somewhere might read it someday.
The best part is that there is a small but steady stream of people who read it, which is beautiful in itself.
I have also found some great friends, on WordPress and outside because of this blog. We critique each other’s work, share daily tales. I thank Almighty for bringing it all to me.
Thank you all for making it possible.
100 followers on WordPress! What a wonderful New Year present! I want to thank all my WordPress followers. 🤗
Our current stats stand at 2700+ views, 1100+ visitors, 197 posts, 19000+ words (average 97 words per post), 918 Likes, and 280 Comments—all in 7 months! Which is AWESOME! I bow down to you, O Mighty Reader! 🙇♂️
Why having you around means so much? Because you are not following me out of the obligation of being family or friends. You genuinely liked my post and decided that I was worth your time. So, thank you! 🤗
Just so that you know, my only follower at home is my two-year-old daughter. 😋
I also want to thank anyone who chose to read my posts, even if they decided that they were not good enough to follow. You give me a reason to improve. Feel free to critique my writing on comments section. You can challenge or discuss the issues I raise through my stories. Let me know if you don’t agree, and we can agree to disagree. 😉
I love hearing from you! 🥰
Thank God it’s Friday, so I am celebrating tonight! Wish to join? 🥂 There is Pizza 🍕, Tacos 🌮, Noodles 🍜, and Donuts 🍩 on the menu (so that I can cover several continents in one go, just like my readership 😉).
Indian politics is driving the fashion too.
This winter, if you are an Indian woman planning to cover your head with a scarf in winters, ensure you have enough dough to pay hospital bills and legal fee for a bail.
Covering your head with a scarf or a skull cap is now deemed a crime, punishable by lathi-charge and jail.
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I keep your roses as a reminder of your love.
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Let’s get it out of the way straight away–I am a clingy person…in a very weird sense. I cling to the memories…real and imagined…often not able to sort which is real and which is imagined.
Even my dreams are like that. I dream of old ‘friends’ telling me they miss me and after a few reruns (repeated dreams or thinking about it), I start believing it. Then I want to meet them, and find out that they don’t give a damn!
Not sure, but I think it has something to do with the loneliness I have dealt with during childhood. My father was transferred from one place to another often, and I and my brother kept changing cities with him. I was friendly but building relationships takes time, and time was not a luxury I had. While everyone else stayed with their childhood circle, I was constantly on the move, leaving potential friends behind.
I was and am still jealous of all those who could go back to their home town to meet old friends. I have nobody.
This Monday, I just came back after a month-long vacation at my parent’s home. I could only bully one friend to come and meet. Everyone else was busy. It was lonely…
Lately, I have been having more dreams/memories of ‘lost love’. But I am wary now. I can’t trust my own brain. Not sure if I had a brain short circuit due to all the emotional overload since I read too many novels about true friends and love.
Get a Pedicure done by a pro,
Sitting at your feet,
Pampering your ego,
A reminder of the Queen in You.
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