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Will you still love me?



‘Will you still love me?‘ by Ravinder Singh is the book I picked up to get into the reading habit once again. It’s on the first rack of the small library I found in this ‘library-extinct mode’ city. 
This is a light read, not so heavy novel (content and size wise). Started typically as a love story between a Punjabi boy and a north-east girl, it shows the contrast in mindsets at various levels. I had read the earlier works of this author, “I too had a love story’,”Can love happen twice?“, they go in the similar line. But two points stood out for me in this book, one is the best portrayal of North-eastern states, specially Meghalaya and the streets of Patiala which fed the traveling soul inside me. And the Second point is of the parallel track on the Road safety issue (One of the many issues we are pertinently careless about). 
Overall, It’s a good try to convey a social message through the rapid change in lead characters lives. Likewise, showing that an accident does not happen spontaneously, but stems out from a series of events until then. 
Lines like, “Happiness is felt more deeply in the face of unhappiness.” and “Some goodbyes require us to express ourselves.” stayed with me.
So it’s fine for single-go reading, without putting much effort on our side. 

See you next time with another peek into the time experience.

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It’s okay!


It’ okay!

You will gather your pieces and get up again. Not to show anyone anything but to walk through your journey in contentment.

You will learn to be happy without cravings…for love, attention and even ice cream.

You will learn to accept everything as it is and everyone as they are.

You will learn to not deny the disappointment between your imagination in head and reality. You will not get stuck with attachments and expectations.

You will learn to be aware of your triggers which lead to being ungrateful, detached and distant.

You will learn to only give as much as you can even when you are meant to live on the borders of everyone’s lives.

You will learn to be your friend and become the real you. Nothing else.

It’s okay.. Trust that whatever you can feel, is the real you. Don’t deny yourself. You will not give up on yourself. You will learn to fill your world with every possibility of positivity and new experiences.

Maybe the path is blurred, the journey is slow, But you will get there!!

Forgive, detach, connect and smile !! 🙂

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One long oscillation!

To go or to not go.

To be or not to be.

To breathe or to fake.

To merge into or to let out.

Last week showed me how life constantly throws the complete contrast situations at you and tests the balance you come up with. That’s it, the more you face things, the more you come up with ways to balance. The more the balance, the more the peace.

Of course, some contrasts are actually fun. Like watching first cricket match inside a stadium. But some contrasts leave you to not get illusioned for fun too. Like, missing your sister’s wedding with no possibility. or way out.


Whatever the case, the handmade card I am trying for sister gave me a feeling that it never oscillates that bad to the worst case scenario situation. Everything will eventually come around!

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#100sareepact A memory spanned over five and a half yards..

I watched 100 Saree pacts talk on Ted talks India last week. It is interesting to see how creatively they came up to connect with each other. Numbers confirm again the importance of Storytelling. But these connections should sustain a bond of positivity.

In particular, communication needs this creativity mainly here because India is still largely an oral society. We connect with each other by stories in many forms. These kinds of interesting pacts help us reach minute corners of the country by sharing each other’s memories, views through stories.

Past may not be useful at present, not equally important but it’s the past that defines us. Sharing experiences give each other a chance of familiarity towards the experience before the experience itself. Many times the purity of one experience gives smiles to many.

I wear sarees rarely. For me, Saree means mom. I never saw her in any other attire till now. She has a collection of sarees stacked up on various occasions neatly in two wardrobes.  The Saree I love admiring her in is a royal blue one. A silk Saree, Bengali silk, so referred as Rasgulla Saree in our family stories.  I remember that clearly because it’s one of the early fancy sarees she had got amidst Kanchi pattus and various cotton sarees. Besides, the shine and shimmer were intact even after so many years.

It came into our lives during one Pongal as an annual gift from my grandmamma.  I remember that in my childhood; the Saree was reserved for going-out occasions like groceries shopping, to the cinema theatre on Sunday evenings,  to parent-teacher meetings, or anywhere casual.

It had white dots all over on blue background which I liked the most. I wanted her to wear on nights too. So that I could sense the surrounding softness while sleeping. I got hold of it for my school role play teacher competition once. Mom chose that for me because she thought the saree got youth looking fiber in it.

Usually, after one or two years, my mom takes out the aging sarees, which shows the signs of decaying into the normal routine wear. That blue with white polka dots saree was categorized into a pooja saree then.

Since then, for every festival, the image of my mom stayed same until the recent times. On every festive day morning, she woke me up in blue attire with yellow-clad feet (due to Haldi), tied up wet hair and pooja thali in hand. From her look, I used to realize it’s a festival day.

People usually don’t let go off memories of any special person so easily. I understand that’s why they associate memories of different places and objects to the experiences related to the person. Here, saree was that medium of an affectionate memory.

What happened to that saree now? It did not become useless even now. Ultimately, it turned into an experimental object for my sister’s one of the hobbies, designing. She took the saree to make an outfit for herself; we are waiting for the result yet!! 🙂

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