Dear Didi

Dear Didi,

Lots of love❤️❤️❤️

Today is Rakshabandhan! First of all, Happy Rakshabandhan from your silly little one :)
This was the day, I used to wait for every year..Because on this day, I used to get a lot of surprises..Be your surprise gifts or your surprise visit to our place..It was always fun..

As per the tradition, Rakshabandhan is a festival wherein a sister ties a thread to her brother and the brother in return, promises to protect her and a presents her a gift. I celebrated a variant of this. You were there in place of the brother.
For me, when young, it was all about the gifts you gave me. All your gifts were beautiful. But today, I want to thank you for the most beautiful one. Yes, for the gift that made me what I am today.
You are humble enough to never realize this.But you are the one who has shaped me mentally. Made me stronger, strengthened me to accept my vulnerabilities, educated me..
Instead of traditionally doing it yourself, you gifted me the ability to protect myself..No other gift could be as precious and beautiful as this one..
I agree, sometimes, I did not use to like your scoldings.I did not realize these were necessary for me. But I am grateful that you did not give up this difficult mission of molding me.. Please never stop doing this..Let it remain the same as our love :)


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Happy rakhi, again :)

Yes, I believe in Magic!!

Once upon a time there lived a version of me who believed in the world of magic performed on the stage..

( I know.. This start may take you to your story writing session of your composition class..But, yes..This is an apt start for the post :P )

I believed in magicians.I loved his art and used to remain awestruck when he performed magic.The art which he used to make birds fly out of no where..The art which he used to cut a lady into two and make her reappear single piece.. And many more..How innocent of me! I believed that he had divine powers to do all this stuff.. However, the day I came to know that these weren't powers, just the well-practiced tricks, I lost my interest in a magician!

Wait! Not all the magicians!

I know a magician who never fails in her magic.. No tricks, actual magic!

This person is a reason I still say, Yes..I believe in magic!!

She is no other than my mother :)

I feel her magic around me every single time. With her magic, she knows even the things I don't tell her..With her magic, she fades the pain, grief, sadness..every negativity world introduces in me..Just lying with my head placed on her lap frees me from the worries of the world :) She knows me better than me..

Do you know any other word for this? I don't! I call it purely 'Mummy ka Magic' and when one knows such a magician, why wouldn't one say, Yes, I believe in Magic!

A love story

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A boy telling to a girl, "My heart beats only for you"

Promising her, "Are pagali, tere liye kuch bhi!"

And to be with her in every problem saying, "Aaja saath milke dekhte hain kya issue hain!"

Isn't this sounding like a well written script of a Bollywood movie.. Trust me, this isn't!

I read somewhere yesterday, "Your life may not be extra-ordinary, but with the entry of your love, it seems like a fairy tale"

Suddenly,out of nowhere, this fairy tale started in my life as well. But before I could understand anything, 'Dil pe patthar rakhkar mene breakup kar liya'!

No No No No No... Don't misunderstand this. I know, while reading this one, you might think that this will be a love story with a sad ending. Better not read it.
But hold on! Trust me, it is not. :P

Yes. This one is a true incident and these quoted statements were said to me. However, not in the usual context.There is altogether different story behind this. Let me take you all to the day when it happened!

So, in my office, two of my friends like each other. Just to spice up things between them and bring in the 'Jealousy' factor, we, I and one of those two, planned to play this script. And guess what, it worked for them :P A planned fake love story with a planned breakup!

Ab nautanki to main pehle se hi hoon, dosto ke liye itna to kar hi sakti hoon!
Baki love-shove to filmo me hi theek hai, ya fairy tales me!

It's not that I don't want my life to be fairy tale.
I too want to be Cinderella.. not for the prince charming, but for the pretty pair of shoes :P

See, I said in the beginning, this is not a sad love story.. This is a never ending, happy love story of me and my shoes :P

My Secret Santa

A week before, we celebrated 'secret santa' in our office. It is this time of the year which I enjoy the most. Being from a conservative Hindu family, as a child, I never knew anything like 'secret santa' or stockings and the gift' wala concept. Hence, this celebration drove me crazy the very first time I celebrated it. The excitement of the bringing a gift for someone(secretly, a really tough task for me!!) and anticipating a 'gift' from someone has always fascinated me. More than that, the guessing part of it, who would have brought the gift for you :) 

 Though this time, it was a bit different. It started with the epitome of excitement as usual. I bought a gift for my 'Santee'. It was all cool till the time everyone started looking out for the gifts with their names on it and opened their respective gifts. I loved this. Due to certain circumstances, I had to miss out on all this. For me the fun part was helping people guess their Santa that day. However, some folks were not happy as I spoiled their fun of guessing the Santa. 

Cool, said I. I kept silent thereafter. I began with my work. A busy last week of 2017.

However, I could not somehow digest the fact of someone stopping me from getting the only happiness of the day when everyone else had their own share of happiness, getting their gifts and  a chance to guess their Santa. Only thing I was enjoying in the process, somebody just refused me to do that too..That day, I was already missing a friend of mine a lot, cause he never failed to get me smiling.. And then with this state of mind, even this small incident was just enough to sadden me :(

With this short, not so exciting incident in my life, that day, I got a wonderful life lesson. It was,

'People would never understand what you are being through, only you can.. You just can't give the key of your happiness in someone else's hand.. You have to be happy by yourself..'

Taking this lesson, I decided to be my own secret santa :) I gifted myself some wonderful gifts thereafter :) Hopefully, I will continue to do so in this entire new year :) I hope everyone else too does the same :)

And just to let you all know, I got my gift from my Santa later and a beautiful one :) Along with a promise of yet another one ;) So eventually, with the key of my happiness in my own hand, a happier me was left with three beautiful gifts while welcoming the new year:)