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Here I sit in my room. Hundreds of things running in my head and yet there is a strange kind of void. I can’t think of why I feel the way I am feeling. So yes, I quickly switch on my laptop and I am going to type the first five things I see when I lift my gaze from right where I am sitting. Here I go!

 

1)      Mickey Mouse’s ears:  Two gigantic ears of dear Mickey peeking out from a Snowhite cover. We had been to the annual church feast at Attur yesterday and the roommate bought a wall hanging/3-d Sticker/whatever you call it for the little cousin. It is resting inside a white plastic bag since we got back yesterday. It isn’t going to be a permanent resident of this room, perhaps the element that shall leave the room earlier than most others, maybe that’s why I noticed it first.

2)      My pink water bottle: This is one of those ‘buy one get one free’ water bottle we get at Big Bazar. There is, say 50ml water remaining in the bottle. The first thing I must do after I type this up is to go to the hall and fill it up. Yes sir! Well, as I said ‘ buy one get one free’, this bottle has a blue colour twin who is resting inside the bag above my cupboard. No, I didn’t choose pink and blue on purpose.

3)      Air tight container: Well, this is our snacks container. More like half eaten packets of biscuits and Chakkulis container. Right now, there is a packet of Chakkulis with probably 3 Chakkulis in it, a half eaten packet of Hide n’ Seek cookies and two Bourbon biscuits. *mentally makes a note to gobble these down before opening anything else*

4)      Hit: Yes, Hit Cockroach killing spray. About three months back, we had a bad time with cockroaches appearing from all possible entrances to our room. So one fine evening, we set out at 7.45 PM, walked about half a kilometre and came back with this bottle of Hit. That very evening, we closed all windows, sprayed hit, locked the door from the outside and went to the terrace. We returned after an hour to find a carpet of unconscious cockroaches on our floor. Oh that was one tiring clean up session! But yes, Hit did help us a lot, A LOT!

5)      Bricks in the ventilator: A room is provided with a vent for decent air flow which is very essential. The monkeys around our PG definitely do not think so. Monkey Menace was very frequent issue in the first floor of our PG and we the residents of the ground floor never bothered about it. Until, yes, until the day they invaded out neighbour’s room and sabotaged snacks, spilled the dustbin and disturbed most elements in the room. So as a precautionary measure, I have placed four bricks, which I hope are heavy enough for a monkey to not be able to push, in our vent. I do miss the rays of artificial light from the PG opposite to ours g that used to form a lovely rectangle on our wall late a night.

Random enough?

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Till Next Time,

Keep Smiling.

Shivali.

*Heads to Aqua guard with pink bottle* 😀

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Tick Tock

The world is full of corollaries and contradictions. While an ambitious person is told to have patience, he is also told to not wait for anyone and pave his own path. When I turn ON the light in UK, I shall be turning it OFF in the US. The is neither an apple, not a pine in a pineapple but a mango tree is a tree loaded with mangoes. French Fries weren’t invented in France and neither English muffins in England. Vegetarians eat vegetables but humanitarians do not eat humans. You do not want an answer from me and yet you would want me to listen to you pose a question. Quick sand can work slowly and speed can be lowered too.

Dear world, stop confusing me, alright?

 

In other news, I get to put a tick mark against the top most task on my to-do/accomplish list. If you have been reading my blog, you would know what it is. 😉 . So yes, I get to relax and be in my pajamas all day long, at least mentally so.

 

 

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Till Next Time,

Keep Smiling.

Shivali

“And kid, you’v…

“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”

Could someone just tell me who told this? I am curious.